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TERRIFYING ENCOUNTER

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The Bluff Creek region of Northern California was well known by its residents to be home to more than normal wildlife. The first event that got headlines across the continent happened when bulldozer operator Jerry Crew found footprints of one of the creatures near his equipment in 1957, but other encounters took place much earlier that went with little notice.

The following account happened in 1952 near the small community of Orleans, not far from Bluff Creek:



This person’s encounter was so shocking that he blocked it from consciousness for a time, he did recall the events however and this is what he related:

“I began to remember more and more of what happened. I had me a bad case of the jitters as the memory uncoiled.

The first part of the story took me back to 1952, when I had gone to Orleans to start preliminary work on a logging operation with two men by the names of Lee Vlery and Josh Russel.

One evening Josh told me Lee had gone up to Happy Camp, but not having transportation back, wanted me to take the Mercury and go up and get him. I had driven the extremely crooked and dangerous road up there, but not being able to find him started back alone to Orleans.

It had been raining very heavily and after going back a few miles I found there had been a slide across the road. There was a man with a flashlight there who told me I could still get back to Orleans by way of a detour across the river. He said it was a dirt road that went through Bear Valley and would come out at the mouth of Bluff Creek a few miles below Orleans.

I had been driving slowly down this road for about twenty miles I guess, sort of daydreaming, when I saw it….. dimly in the headlights and the rain was a shaggy orangutan-like apparition of a human. For an instant I had the impression the shaggy hair of the creature was a hoary blue gray in the headlights. An ogre! I remember thinking, but the thing swiftly back pedaled off the road and behind a tree. I automatically passed it off as imagination and drove on by the spot.
 
 

Suddenly, without warning, the car went into a violent and unreasonable skid. I brought the car back under control, but for some reason glanced into the rear view mirror. In the dim light of the tail lights and license-display bulb, I thought I could see a savage looking face looking through the rear glass. I continued on, and when I looked again there was no face, so again concluded it was imagination.
 
 
 

I had gone another quarter mile I guess, when across the road was a small six-inch sapling, I stopped the car and got out, intending to drag it aside if possible. Suddenly I head the swift thud of flying feet of something coming down the road. Reality was upon me and I remember cursing myself for not paying attention to what I had previously seen. It was the shaggy human-like monster I had seen in the headlights.

It at once started circling around me, snarling and acting very menacing. It kept this circling up for some time and once came up quite close, and I could see its face reflected by the headlights much better. The eyes were round, and rather luminous, the hair on top of its rather low and rounded head was pretty short. Its eye teeth were far longer than a humans, also the chest and upper part of its torso was rather bare of hair, and also leathery looking. It wasn’t too tall, not much more than my own 5 feet 9 inches, although it had a stooped, long armed posture.
 
 
Then suddenly it changed tactics, it would stalk off down the road but would come charging back, like a bat out of hell, when I started toward the car. The hour was late, the thing was becoming more and more menacing, and I was almost paralyzed by this time, paralyzed by fear.

Suddenly a plan of escape, born out of desperation popped into my mind. Since the monster seemed to think I couldn’t get away, why not, when  it went down the road again, playing cat and mouse, try to get in the car and smash through the sapling. This I did, and sprang for the door of the car a dozen feet away. No sooner was I inside when there it was, trying to claw through the window. I jerked the car into gear, floored the accelerator, and can vividly remember the wet  sapling glistening whitely in the headlights as the car slashed it aside.
 
 
 

I remember the scream of rage and frustration it then gave. It was a curious trumpeting sound like the scream of a stallion and the roar of a mad grizzly.

The car then felt as though it were being held (I had this happen once to my own car!) back by something half riding and attempting to stop it, but the powerful Mercury proved too much for it, and after a couple hundred yards I felt no more resistance.

To top this unbelievable experience off, believe it or not, I promptly forgot the whole experience. Then and there it went out of my mind. Not even the next day when Lee asked me if I had seen anything unusual on that road last night did I remember. (He had come later from Happy camp with another man hired to take him to Orleans).

A few days later an incident happened that should have brought the experience back but didn’t, Lee noticed a big dent in the grill of the car and asked me how it got there. I told him I didn’t know. Incidentally, Lee told me that something had tried to push them off the road, when they came through on the detour. He said there’s something strange going on around here and let the matter drop.  


This encounter was not unique according to one of my neighbors in Vancouver Washington. Ron Birdwell told me in the late 1980's that he had been employed for a time as a driver of a water truck in that region. The purpose of the water trucks was to spray the dirt roads, keeping the dust down caused by the passing of truck traffic. He told me that it was difficult to keep drivers employed, due to similar encounters as related above, the creatures coming out in broad daylight and menacing drivers. This is one aspect of the Sasquatch that many would do well to consider before haphazardly entering the wilds in search of a Sasquatch. The results may not be what one has in mind! 
 




































BEFORE PATTERSON

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Most often when we think of this creature filmed in 1967 by Roger Patterson, we think of this as its only encounter with human beings. However Bob Titmus had an encounter on night in the same area a couple years before Roger Patterson shot this film footage. When Titmus examined the footprints left behind by this creature, he realized he had seen these footprints before. The following account is what Bob Titmus related"

This story was written by Larry Battson.


















"In the last years of Bob Titmus's life I occasionally talked to him on the phone when he was up to it. One day he told me about being up in the Bluff Creek area tracking Bigfoot, collecting hair samples, looking for footprints or whatever he could find.

He related this incident, which occurred about a year or two before the Patterson-Gimlin footage had been filmed. Titmus was sure his memory was starting to fail him, but this event he remembered perfectly.

He was deep in the backcountry of Bluff Creek by himself one afternoon; at the time he was certain there was a Sasquatch or Sasquatch's very close by the evidence he was finding. He was so involved and so focused that he lost track of the time and the sun was starting to go down.

The density of the forest overcame him; he suddenly realized the day was getting too dark to find his way back to his main campsite. Titmus realized that he was going to have to stay put until morning because trying to find his way out in the darkness would be dangerous and foolish.

The night's can be quite cold and he really was not wearing enough clothing to just lie in the woods and try to sleep. So he began to dig a pit to sleep in. After he finished digging his bed he laid in it and started covering himself with a thick layer of leaves, branches and pine needles. After he finished the only part of him that was exposed was a small area around his face. He was quite comfortable, sufficiently warm enough and had no problem going to sleep.

Titmus guessed the time was probably about 1:00 a.m., when he was startled awake by the sound of something moving through the forest nearby and it seemed from the sounds to be heading in his direction. He could hear the sound of heavy footsteps crashing methodically through the forest brush, breaking limbs and so forth. At first he thought it was a bear but it wasn't long before he realized it was too noisy for a bear. It came closer and closer... then it stopped.

Titmus could hear the thing breathing, not just breathing but also sniffing the air like it was trying to pick up a scent and now realized that it had indeed picked up his scent but could not figure where he was. With just his face exposed Titmus was very well concealed from what he came to understand had to be a Sasquatch.

All of a sudden it started screaming, breaking branches and throwing rocks in his direction. Titmus held very still, very quiet. The Sasquatch started moving around, pacing back and forth through the forest continuing to scream, bellow and throw debris. Titmus related that this behavior continued on until about an hour before daybreak. Then, as the sun began to rise and light trickled through the forest canopy, the creature went away and the forest fell silent again.

He pulled himself out of his make-shift bed in the ground and started to look around investigating the entire area. He walked in the direction of where the ruckus had come from and he could not believe his eyes.

It looked like a bulldozer had gone through the forest. Saplings had been pulled out of the ground, larger trees pushed over, broken or snapped in two. There were branches covered with hair samples and the ground was littered with footprints. It was no bear.

In later years, Titmus went back to Bluff Creek shortly after the Patterson footage had been filmed in October of 1967, he saw the footprints on the sand bar the film subject had left and he was certain that this was the same Sasquatch that he encountered the night he slept in the pit in the wilds of Bluff Creek.
 


In my previous post titled "TERRIFYING ENCOUNTER" A Sasquatch was encountered exhibiting aggressive behaviors in this same region. One must always remember that the Sasquatch is no different than any other wild creature, they often have short tempers and can be quite aggressive. The Sasquatch is not the shy, gentle giant  that many think they are. Thinking this way is placing our human values onto non-human species. They do not behave as we do, nor should they.





COWMAN

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There are many Sasquatch stories that have intense encounters between Humans and these unknown creatures, but few as gripping as the following account:



In the mid 1960’s, my dad owned a large roofing product mill in Aberdeen, WA. He had teams of men that would cut the fallen old growth cedar salvage left after a logging operation. He had permits to salvage a large amount of wood in the coastal areas of Grays Harbor County, primarily in the area around Copalis Beach. Several of the men on his cutting crews lived in and around Copalis Beach. His foreman, a man I will call Jon for the story, was a bright, down to earth hard worker. My dad trusted him with thousands of dollars of vehicles and equipment, as well as the safety of his crews. He was not the kind of man to make up stories.

On a Monday morning sometime in July, Jon was several hours late for work. This was highly unusual as he was always there early, getting the saws and trucks ready for the day. My dad said he was visibly shaken up, and when he asked him what was wrong, he asked my dad to go in the office so the others wouldn’t hear them. They went in and sat down, and Jon simply said “Something destroyed our house this weekend.” My dad thought he said “someone” broke into the house, and asked Jon if it was someone he knew. Jon said, “You don’t understand, this wasn’t a person. It was a… I don’t know what it was, but it completely trashed the house. The family is going to stay with my brother in Elma for a while.”

My dad asked him to explain what had happened. Jon said that when he got home from work Friday evening, his youngest son Tim, who was around four at the time, told him he saw a big “Cowman” walking at the edge of their field that afternoon. He thought the boy meant “Cowboy”, because some of his neighbors wore cowboy hats when they were out in the sun. He asked him if the man was wearing a cowboy hat, and the boy said, “No daddy, he was a Cowman, furry and stinky like the cows.” He asked his wife if she knew what he was talking about, and she said Tim was playing on the porch that afternoon, when he came running in and said the cowman was stuck on the fence. He was very excited, so she went out to see what he was talking about. She said as she opened the door, she was hit by a horrible smell, like wet dogs and garbage. Tim was pointing across to the field opposite their house and said, “He got loose!” She looked where he was gesturing and could see the top strand of barb wire bouncing up and down, as if somebody had just pulled on it really hard and let it go. She didn’t see the “Cowman”, and noticed nothing out of the ordinary except for the smell.

She told Tim to come inside to play for rest of the day, she felt uneasy and a little scared. Their older son, Jon Jr. who was twelve at the time, was at a friend’s house and walked home a short while after Tim saw his “Cowman”. He told her somebody had followed him home, walking in the woods off the right side of the road. He never seen who it was, they never left the woods, but he said it had to be a really big man. He would hear large sticks cracking, and the footsteps were very heavy. Once he got to the driveway of their house where the woods stopped at the field where his brother had his sighting, the footsteps stopped and Jon Jr. never saw anything. He was pretty shaken up by the event, and wanted his Dad to go out to the woods and check it out with him.

Later that evening, Jon strapped on his .357 and took his older son out into the field to have a look. They first walked to the area where the “Cowman” was supposedly stuck on the fence, and walked down the fence line looking for anything. They came upon a large clump of long, reddish brown hair tangled in the top strand of barbed wire. He tried to pull it off but it was really tangled up, so he pulled out his buck knife and sawed it off. He said the hair was over a foot long, real coarse and stringy. There appeared to be a bit of flesh matted in the clump, and the top wire was pulled loose from one of the posts. Whatever was hung up on the fence was very big. He handed the hair to his son to hold, and they climbed through the fence and walked toward the woods. He said he was looking for any sign of tracks on the ground; the hair kind of looked like it was from a horse’s mane or tail. The ground was a solid grassy field, and there were no hoof prints or any other tracks he could see.
 
 

The edge of the woods began about ten feet from the fence line, and they entered on a small game trail that deer frequented. It was around eight at night, and in the woods it was getting to be fairly dark. They walked for a ways, and soon began to smell the rotting garbage/wet dog odor his wife reported earlier. Jon said he got the feeling they were being watched; the hair on the back of his neck was standing up. He told his son they should head back before it got dark, and the boy didn’t argue. As they began walking back out, they could hear heavy footsteps off to their left. They stopped, and the footsteps stopped. They walked on nearly to the clearing, and Jon whispered to his son to run like Hell to the house on the count of three. Jon Jr. nodded, and Jon whispered, “One, two…Three!” and gave his son a push in the back to get him started, then spun around and raced off the trail in the opposite direction, toward the footsteps with his gun drawn.

Off the trail, the underbrush was dense with ferns and bushes; he had a hard time making headway. But as he got closer, he could hear it moving away from him, deeper into the woods. At this time, he told my Dad that he thought it was a vagrant camping out in the woods and possibly scoping houses out to rob at night. Jon was a big man and capable of taking care of himself in most any situation and he had a large caliber handgun so he wasn’t too worried about confronting a vagrant in the woods. He was a few yards off the trail in deep brush when he heard the movement stop just ahead of him. He stopped to look and listen, and thought he saw movement by a large tree, like someone was trying to hide there. He leveled his gun and said “Come out nice and slow, or I swear to God I’ll come back there and shoot you!”

It was silent for a moment, and then he caught movement out the corner of his eye and spun around to his right for a better look. He said it looked like a huge bear moving through the brush, he could only see bits of it through the dense ferns, but it was moving quietly away from the tree on four legs. It was about fifteen feet away from him. At first he thought it was a bear, and then suddenly he saw a huge hairy arm with a human like hand reach out of the brush and grab a small alder tree. The tree was about four inches in diameter, and it grabbed hold about five feet up. He said it happened so fast it was a blur, but the thing pulled itself upright out of the brush by holding the tree. It stood on two legs and turned its upper body to glare at Jon. It was enormous; he couldn’t believe how bulky it was. He said it was well over seven feet tall, and at least half that big through the chest. It was too dark to make out many features, but its eyes seemed to glow a deep red, and he thought he could see teeth, like it was curling its lips back.

It stood for just a brief moment, and then lunged ahead, pushing back on the tree with tremendous force. The tree snapped loudly and crashed into the trees around it, getting hung up in the branches and not falling to the ground. It then disappeared into the deep brush with frightening speed, sounding like a bulldozer with no engine sounds. Jon stood there in shock, his gun temporally forgotten, and then he realized it was heading toward the house, the way his son had went. He turned and ran to the trail, hoping to gain ground on it and cut it off before it reached the clearing. He hit the trail and ran as fast as he could toward the clearing, all the while hearing the creature thrash through the brush on his side.

He burst into the clearing and looked franticly about for his son. Jon Jr. was standing just inside of the fenced field, waiting for his Dad. Jon screamed at him to run to the house, then he saw the thing crash out of the woods about fifty feet to his left. It crossed the ten foot clearing and stepped over the fence in two strides, and was running through the field parallel to his son in a matter of seconds. Jon screamed at his son to run faster, and took aim at the creature. He didn’t fire because he was afraid to hit his son or his house, so he vaulted over the fence and ran in pursuit of them. He could see it angling toward his son, and knew there was no way his boy would make it to the gate before it cut him off. In desperation, he pointed the gun to the ground at his side and fired as he ran, hoping to scare it. It veered more sharply toward his son, and put on an enormous burst of speed. He heard his boy scream as they seemed to collide, he saw the creature dip its shoulder down a little bit and suddenly Jon Jr. was airborne, he flew about ten feet then hit the ground rolling.

The creature never paused; it continued to run at an amazing speed in a loop back towards the woods. Once the line of fire was clear, Jon stopped and squeezed off the remaining five rounds at the retreating creature. He was pretty sure all the shots went wild; the creature never made a sound or slowed down, and was soon over the fence and back in the woods. He reached his son, who was shaken up but not physically hurt. He asked his Dad
if it was a bear. Apparently, little Jon was so busy running for the house that he didn’t see the creature running after him, he said something big and black suddenly ran into him, and he felt a huge paw hit his bottom and he said he felt like he was falling.

Jon pulled his son to his feet and they ran through the gate and into the house locking the door behind him. They were both out of breath and white as ghosts, his wife was screaming at him, demanding to know what the gunshots were for and if they were all right. When he could catch his breath, he told her to make sure the back door was locked, he was going to call the Sheriff. He went to the phone and began to dial the number; this was before 911, then stopped and wondered what exactly he was going to say. He hung up the phone, realizing what an idiot he would look like if he told the Sheriff the boogie man just chased them out of the woods.

He told his wife that it was a large animal, possibly a bear. He didn’t know how to begin to tell her their four year old was right, his Cowman was real and it was more frightening than anything he could imagine. He told them all to keep the doors locked, and stay away from the windows. Around ten o’clock that night, both boys were in bed and Jon and his wife sat down to watch the news. They soon heard a loud moaning cry, kind of like the siren on the volunteer fire department. It would stretch out for a long time, and then end with a “whoop whoop” sound. It was coming from the woods opposite the house.

His wife asked “What the Hell is that?”
Jon answered truthfully; “That is Tim’s Cowman.”

He then described to her the full details of what had happened, and she immediately wanted to call the Sheriff. He persuaded her that they would sound crazy, and that he would handle it himself. She reluctantly agreed, and told him she didn’t want either of the kids to go outside until this thing was gone. The howling went on until around midnight, when it got quiet again. Jon wanted to stay up through the night and watch over the house, but he had a long day at work and the excitement earlier had worn him out. They went to bed around one in the morning, and had no further problems that night.

They slept in that morning, and the boys were already up and watching cartoons when they got out of bed. The first thing little Jon said was that he had heard the bear rubbing against the house last night. He said he was too scared to get up and tell his parents, and fell back asleep soon after.

Then Tim said “The Cowman talks funny.”
This stopped Jon cold. He asked his son “When did you talk to the Cowman?”
Tim replied “Last night, in my room.” Jon asked: “The Cowman was in your room?”

“No Daddy, he’s too big for my room, he talked to my window.” Tim said, and turned back to the cartoons. “What did the Cowman say, Tim?” Jon asked.
“He talks funny; I don’t know what he said. He talks like this…OOH AHH AHH OOH!” Tim said, and started making strange monkey like noises. “Did the Cowman try to get in your window?” Jon asked, breaking out in a cold sweat.
“He’s too big for that. He made funny faces, he has Lincoln Log teeth!” Tim said with a smile.

Jon later learned Tim meant it had square teeth that looked the same size as the small blocks in a Lincoln log set. It apparently spent quite a while “talking” and making faces outside the boy’s window. Tim said it lay down and went to sleep outside, and he could hear it snoring. Jon walked to his younger son’s room, and cautiously peered out the window. No sleeping Cowman. Jon told the boys to get dressed; they were going to go visit their uncle in Elma for the day.

After his wife and kids left, he called one of the men from his crew, and asked him to come over. I’ll call him Patrick, he was an ex-State patrolman and my Dad said he was kicked off the force because of his drinking problem. He was a good worker and never got drunk before dark, so Jon figured they would have most of the day to look for this thing. When Patrick arrived, Jon greeted him at the door and said, “Are you up for some hunting?” Seeing how it was not hunting season, Patrick told him he doesn’t poach, and doesn’t even want to know about it if Jon did. Jon told him it wasn’t deer he was after, and went on to explain the previous night’s events. Patrick didn’t really believe him, but could see he was sincere and still shook up. Jon had his pistol and a bolt action 30.06, Patrick had a .38 in his car and Jon loaned him a 12 gauge. They first circled the house looking for any signs of a nocturnal visitor.

At the back of the house, there was a spigot for the garden hose, and it always leaked. There was a patch of ground worn bare of grass under it, and it had turned to mud. In the center of the mud, there was a huge, clear imprint of what looked like a bare human foot. Jon said it was at least 18 inches long, and very wide. It was so clear that he got the feeling it was left there on purpose. They found no other prints around the house, and in places in the field and woods where a track could be made, the creature seemed to avoid them. Off to the side
of the track in the mud were four straight lines about eight inches long. He said it looked like someone had raked their fingers through the mud. When they circled around the side of the house and got to Tim’s window, they saw what it was for.

Above the top of the window, a good seven feet up, were four muddy streaks. And on the window itself were dozens of large, muddy fingerprints. The glass wasn’t cracked or broken, just smeared with mud. By this time Patrick was fast becoming convinced something strange had indeed happened the night before.

Before going out into the woods, Jon wanted to feed the families pigs. They had two of them apparently fairly young weighing around 40 pounds each. The pig pen was about a hundred yards away from the house, behind an old barn. As they got closer Jon became concerned because they couldn’t hear them making any noise. Usually they squealed like crazy when they knew food was near at hand, but this morning it was completely silent. They rounded the corner and the pen was empty. No sign of damage or struggle, the pigs were just gone. They searched the barn but found nothing out of place, so they decided to hit the woods and try to kill this thing.

They entered on the same trail Jon and Jon had used the day before, Jon showed Patrick the broken fence wire and told him again about the hair. It was a bright summer morning, and Jon was surprised at the difference from the previous evening. The night before had been still and silent, now the woods were alive with birds and small animals. He showed Patrick the broken tree, and they followed the creatures’ trail and found several more trees and large branches twisted and broken. They could see large, faint impressions of footprints where the ground was soft. They followed the deer trail further into the woods, and encountered nothing unusual. By noon they were both getting hungry, so they hiked back to the house for lunch. They spent the rest of the day poking around, but saw nothing more out of the ordinary.

Just before dark that night, his wife and kids drove up. He and Patrick were sitting on the porch with the guns, watching the woods. His wife asked if they had seen anything, Jon told her about the footprint and mud on the window.

Patrick had retrieved a pint of booze from his car and was well on his way to getting smashed. Jon decided he didn’t want a frightened drunk with a gun around his family, so he suggested that Patrick could go home, nothing was going to happen anyway. Patrick agreed and drove off, and Jon continued to watch the woods. His wife brought out a plate of food and a Coleman lantern and a flashlight. He told her he would stay out here and watch the house through the night. Before they went to bed, he went into their bedroom and with help from his wife, pushed the king sized bed as far from the windows as they could. They agreed that his wife and kids would all sleep in that bed for the night and he would keep watch around the house. She had grown up hunting and knew how to handle a gun as good as him, so she insisted on keeping the shotgun in the room with them. He agreed after making her promise to ask for a name before shooting anything. If it replied “Jon”, please don’t shoot it.

There was a full moon that night, and Jon could see across the field and into the inky dark of the woods. The night air was filled with the sound of thousands of crickets, and the pond behind the house was full of croaking frogs. As the moon rose higher, clumps of weeds in the field began casting sinister shadows, and before long Jon was seeing big hairy creatures sneaking up on him in each of them. He stood up and lit a cigarette, trying to shake the fear and concentrate on the task at hand. As he smoked, he wandered to the end of the porch, and stood looking at the darkened barn. Something was different, but he couldn’t quite place it. The front of the barn facing the house was open, and the moonlight was hitting it from the side, casting the interior in deep shadows. He stood watching the black opening as he finished his smoke, thinking about the missing pigs. He then realized what was wrong. All the crickets and frogs had gone silent. It was as quiet as the inside of a mausoleum at night; he could hear the minute shrill buzz of his own nervous system. As he turned to walk back to his chair, he thought he saw movement in the barn. He looked intently at the opening and could make out nothing, then turned his head a bit to the side and saw what looked like two red eyes hovering about eight feet off the ground. He couldn’t see them if he looked straight at them, but when he averted his eyes a little, they became clearer. They were a deep burning coal red, almost invisible in the dark. Every few seconds they would disappear when the creature blinked.

His heart began thudding in his chest, and he waited for it to leave the barn and approach the house. He slowly backed up to his chair, never looking away, and picked up his 30.06. He walked back to the end of the porch and watched and waited. He stood looking at the blinking red eyes for what seemed like hours, and then the eyes blinked out and never came back. He watched intently but could see no movement. He thought for a moment, then grabbed the flashlight and shined it at the barn. The flashlight was too small to penetrate the darkness of the barn from this distance, he had to get closer. He was none too keen about leaving the relative safety of the porch and confronting a glowing eyed monster in his barn, but he was damned if he was going to live in fear in his own house.

He left the porch and began slowly working his way toward the barn, taking his time, building his courage up. He got closer and could still see no movement; it had gone further into the dark. He got within 20 feet of the opening, and his flashlight would now penetrate the gloom in the barn. He moved the feeble beam of light over the contents of the barn, an old tractor, and old pickup, boxes and buckets. Too many places for something to hide, even something big. He cautiously walked closer, now shining the flashlight down the barrel of his rifle. He stopped at the entrance and shined the light all over, searching the corners and under the vehicles. He stepped into the barn, every sense straining for sound or movement. He walked around the pickup, tensing for a huge, hairy arm to reach out and grab him at any second. He made his way clear to the rear of the barn without seeing anything, and slowly turned around to leave. He felt both relieved not to have encountered it in the dark barn, and frightened and somewhat confused about where it could have gone.

As he was walking out he glanced at the wide stairs leading up into the hayloft and froze. He knew with complete certainty that it had climbed those stairs and was waiting for him to walk out under the hayloft and jump down upon him. He couldn’t move, he was literally frozen in fear. He swore he could here the floorboards softly creak above him as an enormous weight edged stealthily closer to the edge. He stood with his heart pounding in his ears, unable to move or act. Suddenly there was the booming explosion of a shotgun from the house, followed by his wife screaming. His paralysis broke and he bolted out of the barn toward the house, completely forgetting what may have been in the hayloft.

As he ran toward the house, he heard an inhuman roar coming from the woods behind the house. It sounded pissed off and in pain. It screamed again and he heard branches breaking as it plowed through the forest, thankfully away from the house. He got to the house and almost knocked down the front door in his hurry to get inside.

He ran down the hall to their room and found his family huddled together on the bed, sobbing. One of the windows was blown out, and his wife was still pointing the shotgun at it. When he burst into the room she swung the gun in his direction and screamed and he hit the floor. He waited for the blast but it didn’t come. He slowly stood up and she had put the gun down and he went to the bed. He asked her what had happened, but she was too shook up to answer just then. Tim started crying: “Why did you shoot the Cowman Mommy, why?” Jon Jr. Had his face buried against her shoulder crying. After they calmed down a bit, he told them to get up and follow him. He led them to the living room, then went out the open front door and looked carefully around. He could see no sign of it, all was quiet again. He told them to come out and get in the car. They ran out in their pajamas and piled in the car; he got in and drove them to his brother’s house in Elma.

On the way there, they had calmed down enough to tell him what happened. She said a couple hours after they went to bed, she finally dozed off. She was awakened by Tim talking to someone, and this bizarre clicking chirping sound. Tim wasn’t in the bed; he was standing in front of one of the windows. The moonlight was shining through both windows illuminating the room pretty good, but there was a large shadow, like a tree obscuring the window in front of Tim. She knew there were no trees close enough to cast a shadow, she told to get away from the window. “Mommy, listen! The Cowman can sound like a bird!” Tim said pointing excitedly at the dark figure in the window. “Timmy, get away from the window.” She said, trying to keep her voice quiet. Right after she spoke, the noises from outside changed, it went from a soft chirping, to a strange gibbering, almost like human speech with an occasional pig-like snort thrown in.

At this time, little Jon woke up and said “What is that?” rather loudly. This seemed to incite the creature and it hit the side of the house with its fists hard enough for the walls to tremble. At this, Little Jon screamed and Tim yelled “Quiet, you’re going to scare him away!” She yelled at Tim to get away from the window again, and reached up on the headboard and grabbed the shotgun. She got out of the bed and started toward Tim; the creature leaned down and looked straight in the window at her. She screamed and raised the shotgun, afraid to shoot because her son was so close to it. She started forward to grab Tim, and there was an explosion of breaking glass; a gigantic hairy arm reached through the window toward her son. She screamed again and fired over Tim’s head, blowing out the rest of the window and hitting the creature with .00 buckshot. It jerked backwards out of the window and disappeared into the dark. A few seconds later she heard it screaming in the woods. “It was trying to get Tim, it was trying to grab my baby!” she started crying again and he comforted her as best he could while driving.

They stayed the rest of that night and the following night with his brother’s family. He told his brother about it, but could see he didn’t really believe him. He agreed to ride back to Jon’s house with him early Monday morning before work. They had left the front door open in their haste to leave, and he was afraid animals or vandals would have got into the house. When they arrived, the house looked like a tornado had gone through it. The couch was upside down. They had a large, heavy console TV and it was apparently thrown across the room, lying in a spray of broken glass. The kitchen was trashed, the refrigerator knocked over and food everywhere. The doors to both of the boy’s rooms were left closed, and the rooms were untouched, same as the bathroom. The master bedroom was torn apart, the pillows ripped up and feathers everywhere. The chest of drawers was knocked over and the large mirror smashed. Jon’s brother looked around in awe, and said “You better call the police!” Jon looked at him and said “And tell them what? Bigfoot destroyed my house?”

They left and closed the front door this time, and drove to my Dad’s mill in Aberdeen. Jon’s brother waited in the car while Jon went in and told this to my Dad. After he was done, my Dad said, “Well, let’s go have a look at it then.” They drove back out to the house, and Jon showed my Dad the damage. He pulled the clump of hair from his shirt pocket and let my Dad look at it. As they were walking through the house surveying the damage, my Dad pointed out cracks in the ceiling where it had apparently stood up and hit its head. Jon told my Dad that they couldn’t live there anymore, even if the creature was gone, they would always be afraid. Their homeowners insurance wouldn’t cover the damage; the adjuster claimed Jon must have done it in a drunken rage. My Dad helped them find a place in Aberdeen, and gave him a loan for new furniture and stuff. The house was eventually fixed up and sold, and my Dad never heard about another problem there.

A few observations about this story; My Dad lost contact with “Jon” and his family in the mid-eighties. They moved out of state and my Dad hasn’t heard from them since. His brother died around the same time. Why didn’t they call the cops? Jon had a lot of pride as well as a lot of common sense. He knew he couldn’t logically explain what had happened to the authorities, and he didn’t want the story to get out and have him branded a nutcase. I asked my Dad if they saved the hair, he said Jon never mentioned it again and my Dad never asked him about it. I asked my Dad if he saw the footprint and muddy fingerprints, he said he did. He said it looked like a giant barefoot man had stepped very carefully in the center of the mud. He’s not a tracker, but he said it was the clearest print of any kind he had ever seen. I asked my Dad if the neighbors had heard any of this. He said if they did, none of them ever mentioned it again. I also asked him if he thought it was possible Jon had made it all up. That he HAD trashed his house in a drunken rage, and made up this elaborate cover story. My Dad said Jon and his family were terrified of that place; they didn’t even want to go back and get their clothes.
If was just an elaborate story, what did he stand to gain? To profit from a story in any way, you have to share it with people. My Dad and the other folks mentioned in the story are the only ones who ever heard it, until now, of course. He also said that whatever trashed that house was no man. The TV had to have weighed close to 200 pounds, and it was obviously thrown across the room with great force. He said that even after two days, there was still a wild animal smell in the house.

 

 

SASQUATCH CHRONICLES

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Wes Germer, Woody Pratt and I are hosting a new radio show formerly called "Bigfoot Hotspot", and is now "Sasquatch Chronicles". The show airs weekly and is unique because all three of us that host the show have had personal encounters with Sasquatch's. We have a lot of fun and the show is very informative so I would like to invite everyone to come join us! The link to the show is below:

 http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bigfoothotspot



STRANGE ENCOUNTER

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The following account was originally exposed to the public in the Portland Oregonian newspaper, and later recounted by John Green in his 1968 book "On the Track of the Sasquatch". The incident occurred in Southern Oregon, and was investigated by Bob Titmus in 1959. This story is fascinating because it is very similar to the accounts we investigated and I chronicled in my book "Haunted Valley" regarding the many events at or near the Goldammer farm near Yacolt Washington during 1989/90.

 
Here is the text of the article from the Oregonian, following will be what Titmus discovered:

Roseburg Oregon- It couldn't have been an abominable snowman, because it was raining at the time, but two boys told police here Wednesday that they saw a 14-foot man-like creature stalking through the woods near Tenmile, about 15 miles southwest of here.

In fact, one of the boys took five shots at "the thing," as officers labeled it. Police didn't name the boys, aged 17 and 12.

The youngsters said they saw "the thing" twice, once last Friday and once Monday. The boys said they saw it from about 50 yards away, described the creature as being covered with hair, walking upright and having human characteristics.



State police Sgt. Robert Keefe, Roseburg patrol supervisor, said the boys related they didn't tell their parents about it last Friday "because we didn't think anyone would believe us."

They went back Monday to the clearing near an abandoned sawmill where they first saw "the thing." Sure enough, it was there again. The older boy foresightedly had taken along a .30 caliber rifle, and fired five shots from less than 50 yards, he told the officers.

"It ran off screaming like a cat, but louder," the youth said.

The youngsters said they then found humanlike tracks 14 inches long. Police looked too. The footprints are large, they agreed. Sergeant Keefe said he had one of his game officers check the tracks. "He said it looked like a bear or SOMETHING THAT RESEMBLED IT. "There isn't any doubt in our mind that it was an old black bear."

But the sergeant's skepticism didn't speak for the hunters of Roseburg, and Thursday afternoon two parties of them were out working the area with their dogs and rifles.

"Besides" added the sergeant in his skepticism, "they said they shot the thing with a 30.06, 180 grain soft-pointed ammunition, I don't know anything that wouldn't stop-unless it would be an elephant." he said. 

"It's like I heard one of the guys out there say, "well, gee, I think it's time we telephone the papers and tell them the flying saucers are around here again," Keefe said with a laugh.

But when he asked the boys: "Could it have been a bear?" the boys replied that it couldn't have been; that they had seen bears before, besides, those-brr-r-r-r-footprints showed five toes and no claws. Police said they would continue the investigation.

Bob Titmus was on the scene a few days after the incident, and he found that the newspaper had missed some important points of the story. Only the younger boy had seen the creature on the first day, and the 17 year old he had recruited to accompany him in looking for it again was a hunter, in and out of season, who reportedly always shot deer in the head so he wouldn't spoil any meat.

On the second day the boys saw the animal down below them in a valley and it saw them up on the ridge. It immediately came after them, appearing on their level with startling speed, but then approached them slowly, swinging "outstretched arms as if it sought to herd them ahead of it along the ridge".

They ran, but the older boy paused several times to pump 30.06 slugs into its chest. He could see the impact as they hit the animal, and once it went down until its knuckles hit the ground, but it kept coming and did not seem to lose its composure. They were running and did not see what it did when it stopped following.  

Titmus checked the area and found the tracks that confirmed the boy's story of their own and the animal's movements, but the creatures tracks did not quite resemble those he was familiar with at Bluff Creek, and didn't exactly match the boys estimate of the creatures size. The front of the tracks were as big as anything he had previously seen, with five large toes spanning eight inches but the rest of the foot was much narrower than those he had seen in the Bluff Creek area. The length of the tracks measured 11 and one half inches. The tracks sank an inch into the ground in places where his own tracks did not show at all. Going up the hill there were tracks as deep as 14 inches in wet ground where Bob, by jumping down, could only make his heels dig in two or three inches. 

In the meadow where the thing was first seen he found a bed area 12 feet in diameter, which had a very strong smell to it.

30 years later and approximately 220 miles to the north, we found very similar behaviors and bedding places near the small community of Yacolt Washington. The details of the two boys encounter and evidence were strongly supported by similar things we found during our investigations near Yacolt.

    




 
 
 
 
   

VOCALIZATIONS

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Today on our radio show "SASQUATCH CHRONICLES" at Bigfoot hotspot, we will be discussing Sasquatch screams. Many people are not familiar with Sasquatch vocalizations or that of commonly known animals.


Beginning with Native American history, it is a common form of communication of the Sasquatch to scream. The following account is an example of such behavior, and is common among reports from the past 200 hundred years.




This account is an excerpt from a letter sent originally t John Green in the 1960's.This story comes from Oakville, Washington. 


"The spring of 1933 was a wet one and also as I remember we had a lot of snow, All the ranches in our area were on the river. We all farmed the bottom land but built our homes on the hillside. This area had been logged by the Balch Logging Company in the period of 1915-1923. By 1933 a lot of the hill area had second growth timber on it. I was attending high school in Oakville at this time and this particular weekend I had been to a dance in Oakville with a group of other young girls.

When I returned home I always walked around the house to the back door. All my life I had hear coyotes and cougars. Just as I started to open the back door I heard a very loud noise up on the hill.

 



I had never heard a noise like it before and I was a little scared. I went in and woke up my mother and told her to come and listen as this was a noise I had never heard before. Also I could hear another one answer way over on another hill.

Mother got up and her reaction was so strange that  could hardly believe it was my mother. She kept saying, "It's that terrible ape again."

When I kept trying to ask her to explain she kept saying I'll tell you tomorrow, and lets get inside as we are not safe out here. This is the story my mother told me the next day.

After my grandfather died my grandmother divided up the old ranch ad gave the children a Stump ranch. About 40 acres and most of my mothers land was the area where our house stood. The timber came down to almost to the back of the house. She said in the fall of 1912 my father had gone to Aberdeen to sell potatoes he had raised on the10 acres they had cleared. He had to stay all night so mother was alone in the small house.

The house had a porch across the front and a large bay window. She said she had not slept very soundly because she was not used to being alone. She said about 1:00 a.m. she heard a terrible stomping noise on the front porch. She got up to see what it was. It was moonlight outside, and at first she thought it was a bear on the porch, but this animal was standing on its back legs and was so large it was bending over to look in the window.


She said it appeared over 6 feet tall and it didn't look like a bear at all in the moonlight. She said in a few minutes it waked over and jumped off the front porch and started around the house. She went into the kitchen so she could get a good look and she said  it looked just like an ape. She said the strange thing that had scared her most was the noise it made as it walked around the house.

She said as soon as it was daylight she went over to my grandmother's place and told them what she had seen. Her brothers all made fun of her and told her she had had a nightmare. When my father returned home he wouldn't believe her either. She said she would never mention it again. This was the first time I heard her tell the story.

The Sasquatch's screaming, then another returning the call from another ridge is commonly reported, I have heard this myself numerous times during field investigations. Why they do this? it could be to communicate food, be used for mating, or an alert to danger in the area they are currently feeding in.


THE SIXES WILDMAN

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In 1904 the "wild men" of the region around Myrtle Point Oregon were introduced to readers. This news article is interesting but the account that follows is fascinating and provides a glimpse into the Sasquatch.
                

At repeated intervals during the past ten years, thrilling stories have come from the rugged Sixes Mining Company district in Coos County, Oregon near Myrtle Point, regarding a wild man or a queer and terrible monster which walks erect and has been seen by scores of miners and prospectors.

The appearance again of the "wild man of the Sixes" has thrown some of the miners into a state of excitement and fear. A report says the wild man has been seen three times in a month's period.

The first appearance occurred on "Thompson's Flat." William Ward and a young man by the name of Burlison were sitting by the fire in their cabin one night when they heard something walking around the cabin, which resembled a man walking and when it came to the corner of the cabin it took a hold of the corner and gave the building a vigorous shake and kept up a frightful noise the whole time.

This was the same whistling that has so many times warned the venture-some miners of the approach of the hairy man and caused them to flee in abject fear.

Mr. Ward walked to the cabin door and could see the monster plainly as it walked away. He took a shot at it with his rifle, but the bullet went wild of its mark.

The last appearance of the animal was at Harrison's cabin only a few days ago.

Mr. Ward was at the Harrison cabin this time and again figures in the excitement. About 5:00 a.m., the wild man gave the door of the cabin a vigorous shaking which aroused Ward and one of the Harrison boys who took their guns and went to do the intruder in...

Ward fired at the hairy man and he answered by sending a four pound rock at Ward's head but his aim was a little too high to the gratefulness of Ward.

He the hairy thing disappeared into the brush. Many of the mines avowed that the wild man is a reality. They have seen him and know whereof they speak.

They say he is something after the fashion of a gorilla and unlike anything else that has ever been known; and not only that but he can throw rocks with wonderful force and accuracy.

The wild man is about 7 feet high, has broad hands and feet and his body is covered by a prolific growth of hair. In short, he looks like the very devil.

The Sixes river is located in southern Oregon, not too many miles north of the border with California. In the same region the following account provides a closer look at the mysterious wild men of that region. The creature was called the Chetco monster and sometimes referred to as the Chetco Indian devil.

 In 1890 near the Chetco river, which is 6 miles north of the Oregon/California border a frightening series of events happened to a logging camp. 

"The logging operation was a small one, employing a dozen men whose families lived in tents alongside the river.

 
 
  For several weeks nothing unusual happened. Occasionally garbage cans were overturned at night by marauding bears. Sometimes the beasts were so troublesome that an armed guard stood by while the loggers felled the big trees.
 
    

At the campsite mothers watched their young children closely and forbade older boys and girls to play hide-and-seek in the forest. Even when they swam in the shallow river, an adult kept a sharp look out for bears.

Then one morning enormously large human footprints were discovered along the river banks. The loggers laughingly accused one another of having feet as big as chopping blocks. Everyone, from the oldest to the youngest in camp, measured his footprints against those of the unknown visitor. Since no one's feet were that large, one question was bandied about repeatedly: if those weren't a bear's tracks, whose were they?

Someone said there was a "wild" man living way up the river. He was an irritable old devil who threatened to shoot anyone who approached his cabin. No matter how bad the weather was he never wore a hat or boots, he was always bareheaded and barefooted.

Barefooted? Then the tracks were his! With the mystery of the tracks happily solved, the people promptly forgot them. But several nights later the sound of eerie whistling and angry shrieks wakened them. In every tent men bounded out of bed and grabbed their guns, assuming there was a wounded bear nearby. No one lighted a lamp for fear of attracting the beast, and frightened children were warned not to cry. The spine-chilling noises went on and on. Sometimes they seemed close by, other times from the direction of the road or the river. But finally the sounds faded into the distance, and quiet returned to the dark campsite. At daybreak the men gathered to talk. They debated whether it was a bear or mountain lion. 

To satisfy themselves and ease their families worries, a half dozen men searched about for bear or mountain lion tracks. They found no mountain lion spoor at all and no fresh bear tracks. However, at the edge of the clearing beyond the first stand of trees and dense undergrowth they came upon more of the giant-sized human footprints. The men debated whether it was the old recluse.

They agreed they had to catch the demented man before he killed someone. So, as quietly as possible the search party backtracked along the line of footprints. These led them out to the road several hundred yards above the camp and up the road to the logging site. Here they found where the wild man had emerged from the forest into the open area and had prowled around tree stumps, piles of bushes and the machinery used in loading the logs onto wagons.

Then the men had a nasty shock. Massive unwieldy tree limbs, far too heavy for one man to handle, had been pulled out of the tangled waste piles and either tossed aside like match sticks or used to beat on the machinery.

The searches followed the tracks back down the road into the forest. For the first time they noticed shrubs torn to pieces and saplings uprooted and whacked to shreds. This explained the thudding and snapping sounds heard during the night. The footprints circled the camp, went down the well-beaten path to the river turning back to the road, went down it a half mile and turned off into the forest. The men pressed on as far as they dared. However, when the tracks plunged down into a steep ravine, they stopped. The gloomy depths provided too many hiding places for a demented killer.

The Chetco Indians believed there were man-animals in the woods, the logger informed his friends. He had heard the story from a white man whom the Indians had trusted enough to take into their confidence. They claimed that for generations they had shared their hunting grounds wit fierce-looking hairy creatures that walked upright like men. The strange beings were not human, or animal, neither friendly nor hostile. They were simply there, like every other man or wild creature, so the Indians left them alone.

But very late on the third night the frightening sounds were once again heard faintly from far off in the woods. People jerked upright in bed. As the whistling and screaming grew louder; in every tent men pulled on their trousers and boots, and readied their guns. Obviously the night prowler was coming closer and closer. When he seemed only fifty feet away, one man took desperate action. Hastily fashioning a torch of oily rags and kindling, he set fire to it. Torch in one hand and rifle in the other, he raced into the woods.

Meantime the man's wife called for help. Within minutes several men stumbled toward her in the darkness. They groaned when they learned their comrade had gone into the woods alone. None hesitated to follow, but minutes passed while one dashed off to fetch a lantern and others supplied themselves with extra cartridges. Finally the party headed into the forest in the direction from which the awful sounds were heard. They had covered only a short distance when the whistling and shrieking stopped.

The men halted, and listened. There was a long silence, then an outburst of bestial yowling followed by human screams. Thinking their friend was being attacked; the men fought through the undergrowth, the man with the lantern in the lead. Moments later their comrade appeared and collapsed in their arms. At first he was too terrified to speak. His companions fired their guns to drive off the howler and then waited patiently for the poor man to gasp out the details. He said that by torchlight he had followed the line of giant-sized footprints and suddenly came upon a huge creature covered with hair.

A bear? No, an ape! A monstrous ape, seven or eight feet tall, two axe-handles wide across the shoulders, (one axe handle measures 25 inches in length, so approximate 50 inch wide shoulders) with beady yellow eyes and bared teeth.


The torchlight must have blinded it because it stood stock-still, one hand shading its eyes. Then it let out a tremendous roar. The man hurled his torch into its face, but instead of shooting at it, the frightened man ran screaming toward camp.

While his companions did not doubt his word, they asked anxiously if he was sure the beast was an ape. "Yes, he was positive". "It really looked like an ape?""Yes. An ape.""Did it have fangs?" "You bet!""Claws?" The man said sarcastically that he hadn't stayed  around long enough to study the brute. But after thinking it over, he said it had hands like a man, only twice as large and covered with hair right down to the fingernails.

After that they all decided to return to camp. After much discussion the loggers agreed to take turns standing guard day and night until the ape was captured or shot. Two men would patrol the campsite on two-hour watches while the rest worked or slept. Since women present knew how to handle a gun, their assistance during the daylight hours was welcomed. The older boys and girls offered to gather firewood so that large fires could be kept blazing all night. Nothing unusual happened during the day or early night hours. But the two whose turn came about two a.m. asked the men they were to relieve to stand by. They wanted to slip into the woods and really search for the ape. Reluctantly the one patrol agreed to stand by while their relief party set out on their ape hunt. The hunters carried a small lantern because without some light they could not follow any tracks. But they were careful to keep the light at ground level. Their rifles were loaded, and the safety catches thumbed back. Not long after, they came upon bits of charred cloth amidst a welter of huge footprints. This must be where their friend had thrown his torch at the monster.

Yes, there were his boot marks. After examining the area closely they found where the ape had turned deeper into the forest, instead of backtracking to the road. They followed gingerly step by step, over and around ferns, shrubs, outcroppings and rocks and massive tree trunks.

What happened next could only be guessed. Apparently the apelike creature loomed before them. 

   
 One man started shooting while the other put down the lantern and shot, too. The patrol on guard at the campsite heard the volley of shots. They pounded each other happily. The hunters had killed the beast! But then they listened in mounting horror to frantic cries for help, which were drowned out by horrendous shrieks and roaring. The awful noises continued for some moments and then faded out. The silence was even more frightening to the guards.

They shouted for help and soon were surrounded by armed loggers and their wives. After a hasty explanation, all the men plunged into the woods, leaving the women to build up the fires and protect the children. The searchers shouted, swung lanterns and fired their guns so that their friends would know help was on the way. After advancing some distance they sopped briefly and called to the men. When neither responded, they fired shots. No answering shots were heard. Once more the party advanced. Before long they came upon a gruesome sight. Their friends were dead.

Judging from bloodstains, their bodies had been slammed against tree trunks and torn to pieces. A trail of blood-smeared footprints led off into the forest. The beast obviously had been wounded but no man present was willing to track it through the dark forest. Some did volunteer to gather up the remains of their unfortunate comrades while others returned to camp for blankets, and to break the sad news.

Within twenty-four hours the campsite was deserted. The logging operation was moved to another location.

A professional hunter with trained hounds was hired to assist hunters in tracking down the savage beast. It was never captured nor its voice ever heard again. The most people could  hope for was that it had crawled into a well hidden lair, and died.   


 

  

 

THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

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Imagine coming face to face with this creature. New research is being done that takes an entirely different look at Neanderthals, and turns everything we have been told about them upside down. While I do not think that the Sasquatch is what are left of the Neanderthal species, there are many similarities to them that are put forward in this theory. Nearly all of the reported relic hominids around the world inhabit the northern latitudes of the planet, and are cold climate adapted. The video link here is well worth watching and considering when thinking about the manlike creatures being seen at the edge of civilization.
 
 
 
 
 
If this theory is true, then it goes a long way to explain much about the relic hominids around the world and about us.

Here is some of the information being presented about this theory:



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Put aside everything you thought you knew about being human - about how we got here and what it all means. After five years of rigorous scientific research, Danny Vendramini has developed a theory of human origins that is stunning in its simplicity, yet breathtaking in its scope and importance.

Them and Us: how Neanderthal predation created modern humans begins with a radical reassessment of Neanderthal behavioural ecology. He cites new archaeological and genetic evidence to show they weren't docile omnivores, but savage, cannibalistic carnivores - top flight predators of the stone age.

Neanderthal Predation (NP) theory reveals that Neanderthals were 'apex' predators - who resided at the top of the food chain, and everything else - including humans - was their prey.

NP theory is one of those groundbreaking ideas that revolutionizes scientific thinking. It represents a quantum leap in our understanding of human origins.

neanderthal predation theory


NP theory reveals that Eurasian Neanderthals hunted, killed and cannibalised early humans for 50,000 years in an area of the Middle East known as the Mediterranean Levant.

Because the two species were sexually compatible, Eurasian Neanderthals also abducted and raped human females.

Them and Us cites new evidence from archaeology and genetics to demonstrate that this prolonged period of cannibalistic and sexual predation began about 100,000 years ago and that by 50,000 years ago, the human population in the Levant was reduced to as few as 50 individuals.

The death toll from Neanderthal predation generated the selection pressure that transformed the tiny survivor population of early humans into modern humans.

This Levantine group became the founding population of all humans living today.
NP theory argues that modern human physiology, sexuality, aggression, propensity for inter-group violence and human nature all emerged as a direct consequence of systematic long-term dietary and sexual predation by Eurasian Neanderthals.

Vendramini's discovery of the traumatic secret history of our ancestors resolves the last great mysteries of our species - how, why, when and where we became huma beings.

 

This is how Neanderthals are typically depicted, but the new theory applies less anthropomorphic values placed on them by us and focuses on just available factual information.

 
 
 
 
New Neanderthal depiction (profile)
 
 
Neanderthal skull left and human right.
 


Is this why we both are fascinated by and fear monsters still today?
 
 

 







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A region that many would not think the Sasquatch to inhabit is southern California, but this is far from true. The following accounts come from there and are fascinating:


Written by: Ken Hulsey/ Terri Pressley

'Huge, scary, aggressive, fast, and threatening'. These terms are used to describe several bigfoot-like creatures said to inhabit the desert regions of southern California. These mysterious giant apes go by many different names, The Borrego Sandman, The Speedway Monster, Zoobies, Devils, and the Yucca Man.

It may come to the surprise of those who follow stories of Bigfoot and other mysterious creatures tat the first report of these creatures by European settlers did not come from the East Coast, Midwest, or even the Pacific Northwest. It actually came from southern California,. In 1769, Spanish priests founded the first mission in San Diego.

Local Gabrieleo Indians told the padres about "hairy devils" that lived nearby. In fact according to written accounts, the Indians lived in fear of these large, foul smelling, "wild men" and refused to go anywhere near their reported home called " towis puki" (camp of the devil) on the southern bank of the Santa Ana River.

The area of "Deadmans hole" near Holcomb Village just west of the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park was a water stop on the old Stagecoach lines during the mid to late 1800s, and is the reported site of several alleged murders blamed on Bigfoot. In 1876, one of the passengers who ventured out of the safety of the coach while it's horses stopped to take a drink reported seeing a large, naked, hairy "thing" watching him from behind some scruff. After that, several people met their demise at the site, either strangled or beaten to death by an unknown person or thing. They blamed the monster of course, regardless of the fact if it actually killed them or not.

In April 1876, The San Diego Union reported an encounter with a "missing link" near Warner's ranch, also west of Anza-Borrego, by a young man named Turner Helm. According to Helm, the creature had dark fur like a bear and a face like an American or Spaniard.

In March 1888, two local hunters, Charles Cox and Edward Dean set out  to hunt down the monster and finally put an end to the murders. According to the San Diego Daily Transcript the pair found, and killed, what they were looking for.




A creature described as a gorilla with the face of an Indian and fangs like a bear. The creatures' body was to be transported to San Diego where it was to be on public display but mysteriously disappeared before arrival.

Undoubtedly, it was the discovery of gold deposits that first lured the white man to this desolate area and it is from one of these fortune hunters that the first report of Bigfoot or the Borrego Sandman as it has been called in these parts, originated.

Reportedly in 1939 a prospector, who when interviewed in the 1970's wished to remain anonymous, was attacked by a large group of "upright-walking apes" as he camped near the Borrego Sink.

 
 


The frightened man describes the creatures as very large, covered in white fur, with glowing red eyes. The only thing said to have saved the man was the fact that the monsters were afraid of his campfire.

Another report of giant footprints from that same general area came from a man named Victor Stoyanow in 1964. His story, retold in a famous article in SAGA magazine entitled, 'America's Terrifying Woodland Monster Men" in 1969. The piece also featured the story of Harold Lancaster, a miner who encountered the Sandman in 1968.



"America's Terrifying Woodland Monster-men"
By Warren Smith

At one time, their stomping grounds were virtually impenetrable forests in the Western Mountain States, but lately these wild half-man hand beast creatures have been spotted in Michigan, California, Missouri, Tennessee, Mississippi and Florida - scaring the hell out of hunters, picnickers and campers who suddenly come face to face with these weird ape-like beings."I was so terrified I couldn't even blink my eyes," is the way that Harold E. Nelson of suburban Los Angeles described his frightening encounter with the wild hair half man half beast known as the abominable snowman. [ABSM]The eerie experience occurred when Nelson, a retired businessman, left California to visit his relatives in upstate New York.

"I drive around the country a lot so I bought a pickup with a camper on the back," Nelson related. "On the evening of September 11, 1968, I pulled off the highway just outside Billings, Montana. It was a lonely place to spend the night." Nelson articles/saga1969had been driving since early morning so he skipped his usual hot meal.

" I opened a can of pork and beans and was munching on a few crackers when I heard a racket outside the camper," he continued. "I was going to investigate when the noise stopped. I figured it was a small animal of some sort. I dismissed the incident because you can get spooked when you're camping out. I had left my pipe in the pickup cab so I picked up the flashlight and opened the door…"

Harold Nelson will always remember those few minutes. "I was frozen with terror," he said, still shaken by the experience. I was face to face with a yeti, a snowman or whatever you want to call those things!"Later, Nelson described the creature. "It had an apelike face but it was definitely not a gorilla," he explained. "The head was slightly pointed, sloping down like the sketches of cavemen. The whole body was covered with a reddish-brown hair. There were a few spots of white hair along the edge of the enormous shoulders. It stood erect, like a man, and must· have weighed 600 or 800 pounds. He was big--real big."The elderly grocer was stunned with fear. "My mind just short-circuited. I couldn't think," he stated. "My flashlight was shining on the beast and I remember very distinctly that the eyes shined in the beam, like a wild animal. It, made a funny noise, sort of like a gargle and whistle at the same time. The thing reached toward me. That's when I screamed."Fortunately, Nelson's terrified scream frightened the intruder. "He stepped back, looked puzzled and then frowned," Nelson said. "I raced back to my bed and got a .22 caliber pistol from beneath my pillow. I expected the beast to come tearing into the camper. It moved forward, peered curiously into the doorway, then turned and shuffled off into the darkness."

The frightened camper trembled as he watched the beast cross a small creek and disappear into a cluster of trees. "I am very grateful that I did not have to use the gun," Nelson said. "The bullets would never have stopped him.

Then, I got to thinking that maybe he was not running away, but was going to get some of his friends. I set a speed record getting my pickup out of there. I was still shaking when I pulled into a small town gas station and started talking with an attendant."The gasoline station employee was not alarmed by the report. "He said other motorists going through had seen these beasts along the highways," Nelson said. "I decided not to report the incident. The police would say it was a bear, the attendant told me."

Nelson is convinced he encountered a species of those mysterious creatures known as Abominable Snowmen. "I get around the country and plenty of people are seeing these things," Nelson declared firmly. "I won't camp along an isolated highway anymore." Harold Nelson, like many other people, is convinced that Abominable Snowmen are real.An avalanche of reports of recent encounters with these half-men, half-beasts have puzzled the authorities in dozens of countries.

We can now assume that a specimen will soon be captured. A hunter may zero in on a shadowy figure in some marshy swamp and blast down an Abominable Snowman. Or, some well-equipped scientific expedition will finally capture one of these elusive creatures. This month, this year, certainly in the very near future, one of these primitive beasts will become a front-page reality!Dead or alive, the specimen of a snowman will trigger a boiling scientific controversy.

Many notable scientists have looked at the movie film of a snowman taken by ex-rodeo rider Roger Patterson. In recent years, the Yakima; Wash., monster-hunter launched several unsuccessful searches into the western wilderness. Then, at 3:30 p.m., Oct. 20, 1967, Patterson and Bob Gimlin were in the great forest north of Eureka, Calif. They sighted a strange, hair-covered beast walking upright through the timber. Patterson grabbed his movie camera and zoomed in as the creature moved away.

The result is a highly controversial roll of 16mm. · color movie film. A biologist from the Smithsonian Institute said he "observed nothing that would point directly to a hoax." His colleagues, American and Canadian scientists, viewed the film with cautious bewilderment. "It is as hard to believe the film could be faked as to admit the creature exists," reported Dr. Don Abbott, an anthropologist with the Provincial Museum in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada."

An actual body of one of these creatures, or a living specimen, would be shattering to science," a noted scientist informed SAGA. "It would create wholesale confusion in several areas of science. Biology, anthropology, and even history would have to be revised. Textbooks would have to be rewritten. I wish someone would drag in one of these things. The turmoil would be terrific."

Science would not be the only casualty. There will be some puzzling legal problems. The law does not accurately define a human being. We have no legal precedents as to what sum of bone, blood, nerves and brains constitute Homo sapiens. Would the Snowman be considered an animal, and. therefore liable to be trapped, caged and exhibited in a zoo? Or, would it be judged as some form of human being and subject to the laws that apply to every citizen? "I think about the legal aspects a lot," reported 68 year-old Harold Nelson. "What would have happened if I had shot that Montana Snowman? The thing is definitely part human. Would it have been murder?" If the law declared the Snowman to be an animal, then the ownership of these creatures as property would be permissible." Some shrewd businessman would try to breed and train them to perform menial tasks," Nelson theorized. While this may sound like fantasy, the Russians claim to have already done so!

Dr. Jeanne-Marie-Therese Koffman, a Russian physician, delivered her report on Abominable Snowmen to a 1967 meeting of the Russian Geological Society. Nicknamed "the Abominable Koffman" by her colleagues, the Russian scientist told of her five-year search for the Agachikishi, as Snowmen are called in the USSR. She informed the assembled scientists that 219 people had sighted Snowmen during nine expeditions into the isolated areas of her country.

Even more interesting was a report from Dr. Koffman that a farmer in the Caucasus Mountain Range had successfully trained a Snowman to perform chores on the farm. The story is fragmentary; however, the farmer apparently discovered a starving snowman and the creature became very docile when the farmer fed him." The beast became something of an interesting pet," the report stated. "He followed the farmer around the farm when chores were done, and quickly learned to perform some of the simpler tasks.

Eventually, the farmer taught his hairy hired hand to drive a tractor. The beast was very proficient in handling the tractor but was unable to learn how to start the machine."There are persistent rumors from Russia that the Soviet scientific establishment has captured a live Snowman.

The creature is reportedly being examined in Moscow in a top-secret project. Some credence can be given to this possibility because there have been an untold number of sightings in the Caucasus Mountains over the last several hundred years.

The Agachikishi, Kaptar, Mesheadam and the Almasty are regional names in various parts of the USSR for the Abominable Snowman. Each year, there are hundreds of confrontations with Snowmen behind the Iron Curtain and communist scientists have launched a worldwide investigation.

If the thought of Snowmen trained to toil for farmers seems farfetched, the alternate possibility of these creatures being judged human would be equally: staggering. "You imagination wouldn't have to stretch too far to see some fascinating political problems if Snowmen are real," an attorney declared. "

As a human, they would have the same rights as any other citizen. This would include the right to vote, own property, enter into legal contracts and, of course, be responsible for their acts."The attorney reflected for a moment. 1 then laughed aloud. "The government would undoubtedly decide they were wards of the state," he chuckled. "The politicians would create another government bureau to manage their affairs. Some politician would start thinking about the Snowman vote and we would have another poverty program!"

One of the most startling phenomena connected with the most recent sightings in North America has been the locality of the encounters. Traditionally, past glimpses of these mysterious creatures have occurred primarily in isolated mountain ranges. The "Oh-mahs" and the "Big Feet" prowled the western mountains while their cousins, the Sasquatch, roamed British Columbia and s western Canada. It appeared that these families, or tribes of Snowmen liked the lush vegetation of the forest and the security of mountains.

Then, in the late 1950s, a rash of reports occurred in Missouri, Florida, Michigan and even arid desert areas. Game wardens and conservation officers in several northern midwestern states claim the Canadian Snowmen are migrating southward.In the summer of 1965, a hairy monster that terrorized residents during that summer panicked Monroe County, Michigan.

Teen-aged Christine Van Acker and her mother, Rose Owens, declared a man-like beast attacked them when their automobile stalled on a lonely highway. Dozens of frightening reports poured in from other residents who claimed to have experienced unnerving encounters with the creature.

articles/saga1969A migrant worker claimed to have battled a Snowman when the beast attempted to kidnap a young woman. Another sighting occurred on the evening of Nov. 8, 1966, when William and James Cagle were driving toward Marietta, Ga., from their home in Oklahoma. They braked their truck to negotiate a sharp curve in the highway near Winona, Miss.

As the vehicle slowed down, one of the huge creatures rushed down the slope toward the truck."When my headlights picked him up, he was on our left side," James Cagle wrote. "He was aggressive, angry and ready to attack. Personally, I don't believe he was angry with my brother or me.

When I was out in northern California I heard these things dislike noise. He may have wanted to destroy my truck because the sound may have disturbed his sensitive ears."

The creature was no more than 20 feet from us when we slowed down to seven or eight miles per hour," James Cagle continued. "The face looked like a mixture of a gorilla and a human. The arms and legs were very large. The chest was at least three feet thick. His eyes glowed in the dark and did not seem to have pupils."It looked us over, then slowly raised an arm like the Indians do when they greet someone."

James Cagle reported, "I had seen all that I wanted. I floor boarded the accelerator and we moved out of there."James Cagle is convinced the Snowmen are scattered around America today. "They seem to hate noise so they may not come too close to a city," he summed up. "I do know that no .38 or .45 bullet could have stopped the one we saw. Anyway, they should not be killed except in self-defense because I am positive they are part human."

A mountaintop meeting with a hairy creature in another southern state shook Brenda Ann Adkins. "I drove up to Monteagle Mountain, north of Chattanooga, Tennessee early last spring and stopped to take some color pictures of the scenery. I left my camera in the car and walked along the cliff edge to find a spot to take a few pictures. I was staring over the mountain when there was a noise in the woods behind me. I also smelled a very strange odor, almost nauseating, as if something had died."The 19-year-old girl turned and saw the creature stomp out of the brush and lumber toward her. "I was absolutely frozen with fear. This thing was at least seven feet tall and must have weighed several hundred pounds," she declared. "I'll never forget his enormous chest, and those huge arms and legs. His body was completely covered with a blackish-red hair. The face was a mixture of an ape and a human."Just like the perils of a movie heroine, the young woman was trapped on the cliff ledge.

The beast was between her and her automobile. "I still have nightmares about that afternoon." Miss Adkins related. "He seemed to be angry and was growling. I thought he would push me off the cliff or something. Then, he stopped about six feet from where I stood, cocked his head in a quizzical way and just stared at me. He studied me for a few moments, then seemed to smile, made a little blubbering noise and walked back into the brush!" The young woman dashed to her car and drove to the town of Monteagle, on top of the mountain." I stopped at the restaurant there. I was shaking so badly that I spilled coffee on my dress." she said." A man asked if I needed help. I told him the story and he said it was probably a bear. I agreed with him because I was almost in shock. He probably thought I was a little crazy." The young woman has returned to the mountain on two other occasions, hoping to see the beast again and obtain a photograph. "My father works in Chattanooga and he accompanied me," Miss Adkins explained. "He carried a big deer rifle, but I don't think a rifle would stop one of those monsters." Miss Adkins was very fortunate. There are accounts in every country of women being abducted by these half-men, half-animals; the folklore of Indian tribes in several parts of North America contains tales of these bizarre kidnappings.

One such experience allegedly occurred during the last century when a 17-year-old Indian girl was captured by a snowman when her tribe camped in the Harrison Lake district of British Columbia." Old Annie never quite lived down that tragedy. She was compelled to live with the young male Sasquatch, and his parents,'' said Gordon Nicholson, an enthusiastic Canadian monster hunter. Nicholson has spent six years gathering information on Canada's "Wild Men of the Forests.""The legend says that Annie was kidnapped and carried to a smelly cave on a mountain just south of Harrison Lake. Annie managed to escape from the Sasquatch family after several months of captivity. She wandered in the forest for several days and was delirious and half-starved when she reached civilization.'' Nicholson adds, "The old woman died several years ago so there is no way to prove the story. However, there are persistent legends about Indian women being carried away by these fellows in my country of Canada, and down in California and the northwestern states. Many of the old newspapers contain stories of 'wild men' who lurked in the woods. I think these may have been the Sasquatch."
Gold prospectors and treasure hunters frequently seek their lost bonanzas in isolated areas. Since 1964, treasure hunters in the Borrego Valley desert in California have whispered about "the Abominable Sandmen of Borrego." The arid area is near the Mexican border, it is virtually uninhabited. There are many fissures, caves and crevasses in the Superstition Mountain region and prospectors say the Cocopah Indians have told of a subterranean labyrinth under the mountain, Maj. Victor Stoyanow was seeking an access into the Superstition Hills in January 1964, when he noticed large, humanoid tracks in the sand dunes. "The prints ran in pairs, generally parallel and averaged about 14 inches in length and nine wide at the instep," Major Stoyanow declared. He returned to the desert on several other occasions, made plaster casts of the prints, and snapped photographs." Curious as I am, I hope that the person who discovers what kind of beast it is doesn't happen to be me." Major Stoyanow said after his thorough investigation into the tracks.

The San Diego Union ran an unverifiable article some years ago of a "sandman" that was shot by hunter Frank Cox at Deadman's Hole, near Warner, California in San Diego County. The beast was described as a cross between "a man and a bear." The head was rather small, with protruding teeth and powerful jaws. The muscular creature had feet that measured 24 inches in length and the body weight was estimated to be 400 pounds. Harold Lancaster, treasure hunter, was prospecting in the Borrego Sink, east of the settlement of Borrego Springs. California in July 1968, when he saw a "sandman.""I was camped up on a mesa one morning when I saw a man walking in the desert," he reported. "The figure came closer. I thought it was another prospector. Then, I picked up my binoculars and saw the strangest sight in my life."It was a real giant ape man," Lancaster said. "I had heard about the screaming giant ape man up in Tuolumne County that frightened people for a couple of years. Another person and I even went up there to look for the thing. I decided it was a hoax and never expected to actually see one."

As the "sandman" drew closer, Lancaster became worried. "That thing was big. I was no match for it," he reported. "I had a .22 pistol on my hip but it would have been like shooting at a gorilla with a pea shooter. I was afraid the beast might get too close. So, I fired a couple of rounds into the air. The sandman jumped a good three feet off the ground when the sounds of the shots reached him. He turned his head, looked toward me and then took off running in the other direction!"Why didn't Lancaster shoot the alleged sandman? "I was afraid," he admitted. "They should be protected. They're a form of a human, a primitive species. It would be murder to kill one. They should be studied."In recent years the midwestern states have also caught the "Snowman fever." There have been a rash of reports around Fremont, Wisconsin.

Last December a group of 12 deer hunters were moving through a swamp near the town when three members of the group saw what they described as an "unknown animal." They were no more than 200 yards from the beast. It rose to a full height of seven feet, waved its arms as if in anger and glared at the hunters.Game wardens investigated the report. Conservation Officer Larry McKevitt said he believed the hunters were sincere "but their description might be the result of an over-active imagination."There have been similar reports of "ape men" lurking in the swamplands and forests of rural Wisconsin. The northern half of the state is still relatively isolated. Hunters and farmers are the most frequent sighters. However, most sightings reported are quickly dismissed by game wardens, conservation officials or law enforcement agencies."If there is a tribe of ape men roaming around in the swamps, why doesn't someone shoot one of the beasts and drag the carcass into town?" asked an indignant State Police official when queried by SAGA on the Wisconsin reports.

Across the Mississippi River in northern Iowa and southern Minnesota is an area known as "Little Switzerland." Steep hills, dense woodlands and hidden valleys and hollows run for vast stretches between the towns. Motorists who travel this area at night have reported eerie encounters with weird "ape men" along the highways.It was near midnight several months ago when Larry Hawkins. an Iowa student, drove along Highway 52, south of Rochester, Minn. He was headed for Decorah, Iowa. Suddenly, his car headlights focused on a figure crouching beside the highway. "I thought the person was in trouble," said the student. "I braked down and pulled onto the shoulder. Then I saw that this thing certainly wasn't a human, as we define the term."The creature was ape-like in appearance, with thick shoulders and covered with hair. It leaped from its crouching position, left the roadside and ran up a steep hill into the woods."I got out of the car and saw that it had been crouched over a dead rabbit," Hawkins reported. "I picked up the dead carcass. There were no signs of blood so the creature had not killed the rabbit with its teeth."As the young man was examining the rabbit in the beam from his headlights, a sudden harsh roar sounded in the darkened woods. "The creature must have thought I was stealing its dinner," he explained. "I wasn't going to argue about it. I leaped into my car and didn't stop until I got to a police station.""They dismissed the report as a bad joke, saying I had probably been drinking.'' Hawkins said bitterly.

A man who drove an early morning truck route to Rochester, Minn., from northern Iowa was also dismayed with he claimed to see "monkey-men" along the highways. His frequent reports provided considerable amusement for his fellow workers. They chided the truck driver for "always seeing those crazy things out there. You must be nipping at some bourbon.''"I swear those monkey-men are real," he insisted. "No one will believe me."The tragic finale came at 4:30 a.m. one morning when the driver ran his truck off the road. He was killed in the crash. His stunned co-workers soberly recalled his reports about the "monkey-men" who lurked along the highway. "I guess the monkey-men got him," a shaken friend said. "He was always telling how these things would sometimes stand right in the middle of the road. I figure he swerved to miss one and crashed."There have been reports of sightings from many communities along the Mississippi River, several centered around Winona. Minnesota. Canada's Sasquatch may have gradually drifted south for food and a warmer climate. A vast marshland extends down from Canada into the Upper Mississippi Valley. Outside of these watery marshes are some of the most productive farms in the world. Farming has been mechanized and open corncribs are quite common on most farms in the Midwest. "The entire area is a giant cafeteria for animals." according to experts. "The new machinery for combining corn is fast and efficient but small portions of the grain are left in the field." The Snowmen would probably find this discarded grain very appetizing.The wild game count has also mushroomed during the past few years in the Midwest. Deer and other wild animals are coming down from Canada and moving into the swamplands.

In recent winters, the deer population has been so heavy in some parts of the Midwest that many have starved for lack of winter forage. "The increased game would make the Midwest attractive for a group of sub-humans," a game warden admitted.The truth about the Abominable Snowmen will be discovered when science obtains a dead body, or a live specimen. Professor Boris Porchnev, a leading authority, advises a calm attitude toward the subject. However, the thought that a group of sub-human creatures have thrived in our forests, unknown to science, staggers the imagination. It will be one of the great stories of this century when the elusive Snowman finally becomes a reality.


© SAGA Magazine 1969


The San Diego Union ran an unverifiable article some years ago of a "Sandman" that was shot by hunter Frank Cox at Deadman's Hole, near Warner, California in San Diego County. The beast described as a cross between 'a man and a bear' The head was rather small, with protruding teeth, and powerful jaws. The muscular creature had feet that measured 24 inches in length and the body weight estimated to be 400 pounds.




Harold Lancaster, treasure hunter, was prospecting in the Borrego
Sink, east of the settlement of Borrego Springs, California in July 1968, when he saw a ‘sandman.’ "I was camped up on a
mesa one morning when I saw a man walking in the desert," he reported. "The figure came closer and I thought it was another
prospector. Then, I picked up my binoculars and saw the strangest sight in my life. It was a real giant ape-man," Lancaster said.
"I had heard about the screaming giant ape-man up in Tuolumne County that frightened people for a couple of years. Another
person and I even went up there to look for the thing. I decided it was a hoax and never expected to actually see one.” As the
"sandman" drew closer, Lancaster became worried. "That thing was big. I was no match for it," he reported. "I had a .22 pistol
on my hip but it would have been like shooting at a gorilla with a pea shooter. I was afraid the beast might get too close. So, I
fired a couple of rounds into the air. The sandman jumped a good three feet off the ground when the sounds of the shots
reached him. He turned his head, looked toward me, and then took off running in the other direction! “Why didn't Lancaster
shoot the alleged sandman? “ I was afraid," he admitted. "They should be protected. They are a form of a human, a primitive
species. It would be murder to kill one. They should be studied."

In the late 1960s, reports of Bigfoot sightings in the desert towns of Lancaster and Palmdale reached a feverish pace that lasted
well into the 1970s and then tapered off. Though these areas border on the Mojave Desert, they also border on the Angeles
National forest, it does not seem too unlikely that the creature could have been lured out of the wilderness and into the desert.

More bizarre are the stories of  frequent intrusions by creatures that match the description of Bigfoot that have surfaced from
nearby Edwards Air Force Base an area further inland and much further from the forested areas near Los Angeles. As the story
goes, Base Security has possession of several surveillance video tapes that plainly show extremely large, up right apes
trespassing in the facilities numerous underground tunnels. How, or where, the Bigfoot break into, or gain access to these
tunnels has never been revealed, obviously for security reasons, but reportedly these incidents happen rather often, and are a
nuisance.

In 1964, a father and son found themselves being pelted with rocks by a “shaggy" creature while hiking near Escondido. Later
that same summer, a juvenile Sandman was implicated in the death of three cows on the MGM Ranch near Jamul, west of
Anza-Borrego. This time the creature left behind plenty of large human-like tracks in the soft dirt.

 

The city of Fontana has had a long and glorious history
associated with auto racing. As most of you probably
know, the city is the present home of the Auto club
Speedway, which holds a yearly major NASCAR race
along with other racing events of different types. What
many of you might not know is back in the 1950s
there was a drag strip in the area that was considered one
of the best in the country. ‘The Mickey Thompson's
Fontana International Dragway’ lasted for almost two
decades before a series of fatal accidents forced it to close
in 1972. The area is now a housing tract known as the
Village of Heritage and lies about a mile east of Etiwanda
Blvd on the north side of Foothill Blvd. These race events
took place for two decades and attracted legions of die-
hard race fans; they also attracted a very curious monster.
The height of these sightings took place in the early 1960s
when race patrons would regularly spot a giant, harry,
Bigfoot-like creature crossing a field adjacent to the track
in full view of the grandstands. Bigfoot had been seen so
regularly that it earned the name "Speedway Monster.”
Though witnessed by hundreds of people, no one ever
worked up the courage to investigate it. It is hard to
speculate why a creature known for being reclusive and
shy of humans would trek so close to a racetrack filled
with people and to mention the load noise produced by the
cars. One can only assume that it was curious about what
all the fuss was about or more likely that the creature was
making plans on rummaging through the tracks trashcans
for leftover burgers and hot dogs after everyone cleared
out.

In July of 1965, the monster attacked a young boy as he walked home. According to the account, the creature surprised the lad
by jumping out from behind some bushes. As he tried to escape from the monster, his clothes were torn to shreds. The child
managed to get loose and run away; the monster reportedly did not give chase.

On August 27 of the same year, a young woman named Jerri Mendenhall was attacked while in her parked car on a residential
street in Fontana by a mud- covered monster that smelled "like a dead animal.” The creature reportedly grabbed her through the
open drivers-side window. Frightened, the young woman put the car in gear and stepped on the gas to escape leaving the
monster in the dust. Though the speedway closed its doors in the early 70s, reports of the "Speedway Monster" continued in the
city of Fontana and the nearby San Bernardino Mountains continued.


In 1975 a group of Boy Scouts were woken up by a Bigfoot rummaging through their campsite near Barton Flats, likewise in
1976 a young man came face-to- face with the creature outside his cabin near Big Bear.

The area of Lytle Creek, in Cajon Pass, near Fontana has been a 'hot-spot' for Bigfoot sightings for decades.

In 1985 a set of large, human-like, tracks were found in the mountains near Anza.
"I have hunted that area and hiked around there over the years. Many times, I have been out there and knew or had some
feeling of another presence. I don't mean like small animals or anything of that sort; just some unexplained feeling that someone
or something has been watching me or following me."

In 1991 Fontana resident John Davis reported that a harry creature on two legs raided his chicken pen.

The most interesting, post Fontana Speedway, story came in 1992 when several motorists on Foothill Blvd spotted a family of
Bigfoot walking along the railroad tracks the crossed over the busy street. The location was reportedly close to the local Ace
Hardware store.

Oh and here is a little history. Back in the 1800s an area between what is now the towns LaVerne and Pomona, near Fontana,
was known to local Indians as "Toybipet" ("devil woman who was there) the reported hunting ground of a female Bigfoot. The
first sightings of the Yucca Man began in the early 1970s as more and more people began to populate the remote desert regions
east of Los Angeles. As families migrated out of the congested city to the cheaper outlying areas in the desert stories of a large
harry monster began to circulate amongst the relocated suburbanites. At first, no one really paid much attention to these reported
encounters that many believed were just the product of bored imaginations. All of that, however, was about to change.

On a cold February night in 1971, a lone guard manned a post outside an armory on the outskirts of the Marine Base near
Twenty-Nine Palms. Without warning, the otherwise unearthly quiet was suddenly shattered when a large mass appeared out of
the dark desert landscape. The guard raised his riffle and commanded the being to "halt.” Much to the young man’s surprise, the
large figure did not stop but instead cha
charged right at him at an inhuman rate. As the figure grew closer, the Marine realized what
was approaching, rapidly, was not a man at all, but a huge, upright running, hair-covered creature. Paralyzed by shock, the
young guard stood his ground, too frightened to move the mysterious creature threw the young man to the ground rendering him
unconscious. When the guard’s relief arrived several hours later, they found him almost incoherent with his riffle nearly bent in
two. After the incident both the CIA and FBI were contacted to conduct an investigation. Much to their surprise, the locals were
more than eager to tell their stories about giant man-beasts in the area. In fact, the very same night as the attack on the guard,
two creatures had been seen roaming through a neighborhood, relatively close to the base. When a local couple looked out of
their front window to see what was upsetting their dog, they saw the two Yucca Men crossing the front lawn. Then some time
later, the same creatures were seen near a horse corral some distance away The investigation also revealed that several
employees at the Joshua Tree National Monument had seen Bigfoot-like creatures on numerous occasions.

Eight years later, in May of 1979, a young couple were leaving their condominium complex in Desert Hot Springs, north of Palm
Springs, when a large hairy creature emerged from behind a yucca in front of their car. According to the driver the animal, which
had "a chest the size of a refrigerator and arms that hung down below its knees,” was so large that he could only see it from the
mid-section down. The beast that reportedly was covered in long tan colored hair disappeared quickly back into the night
leaving no footprint evidence.

Again, in 1979, a 12-foot-tall Bigfoot made a visit to Hemet California some distance to the south of Palm Springs twice in a
period of a week. This time, however, the creature left 17 tracks in the mud along a rural road during its initial visit. The tracks
measured 18 inches in length, and spaced 6 feet apart. Noted Bigfoot researchers Douglas Trapp and Danny Perez both
conducted an investigation of this sighting, even going as far as to perform a "stakeout" of the location where the tracks were
found. Alas, the monster did not return.

In 1988 a couple of service men from Twenty-Nine Palms were returning home from a day of fun in the sun at Big Bear Lake at
about 9:00 p.m. when they encountered a creature that the locals call the "Cement Monster", due to the fact that it is said to live
near an old cement factory in Lucerne Valley. As the two men approached the old factory, a large upright running creature
moved across the road in front of their car. As was the case 9 years earlier in Desert Hot Springs the animal in question was so
large that the men could only see its lower half. The two men looked at each other in disbelief for a moment before one of
the Cement Monster, after him!" The driver hit the
brakes while the other reached for a gun that was in the glove box. The two adrenaline filed men searched up and down the
road and around them exclaimed, "What the Hell was that?" The other replied, "That was the cement factory, but never found any sign of the creature. The pair concluded that they had seen some form
of prehistoric man and returned to their journey home.


Bigfoot In So Cal: The Return Of The Speedway Monster!

Written By: Ken Hulsey
Source: Wishes To Remain Anonymous

Back in 2010 I posted a couple of articles about the infamous
"Speedway Monster" that at one time used to prowl around the
rural communities at the base of the San Bernardino Mountains
just a mere 30-minute drive from downtown Los Angeles. The
creature in question got it's signature name from a plethora of
sightings that occurred between the 1950s and early 1970s at the
Mickey Thompson's Fontana International Dragway where literally
hundreds of race fans witnessed it roaming nearby fields and
rummaging through trash cans. After the raceway closed in 1972
sightings of the "Speedway Monster" continued through the early
1990s when the suburban areas of Fontana and Rialto grew by
leaps and bounds into the sprawling residential and shopping
mecca it is today. As most cryptid hunters know, Bigfoot doesn't
like malls so for good reasons the monster has moved on.

Or so it seemed....

An anonymous eyewitness has contacted this website with news
that the "Speedway Monster" may have returned to it's old haunts
near the location where the old dragstrip once stood in an area
that is now the residential neighborhoods of Las Colinas in Rialto,
Ca. According to the source Bigfoot, or something that resembles
one, visited the area on several occasions in 2004 and 2005
traveling down a dry river bed across from the community that
connects to Lytle Creek an infamous hot spot for sightings.
The eyewitness stated, " I remember hearing this loud howling screams, screeching and growling all at the same time in the night
around 2 am about twice a month. My Grandfather who lived with me at the time said he heard them as well. He mentioned that
in his home country the creature is known as 'The Screamer' he said it sounded just like that."

"It seemed the calls were coming from across a main road in a dry river bed that lead directly into Lytle Creek. Not until about a
two years ago did I ever hear calls of that sort again, on TV during research show of Bigfoot. When I heard them on TV it gave
me goosebumps and chills. I now believe that was the noises I was hearing."

For a while the creature seemed content with making a lot of noise and sticking to the dry river bed. Then one night it got up the
courage to venture into the neighborhood.



The source continues, "Around the time that I was living in that neighborhood (Las Colinas) one night my older brother called
my cell phone asking where my Louisville Slugger was. I asked why and he said because he was in the bathroom on the 2nd
floor and looked out the window and saw a tall, hairy creature looking up at him. According to him it was on the side of the
house behind the hedges that separated our house from our neighbors. The hedge was approximately 9 ft tall."

"He said the creature was standing and its head was clear over the hedge. When the creature, I think was some sort of BigFoot,
noticed my brother George looking back at him it ducked its head. According to George the creature was a grayish tan color,
hairy and tall. Covered with hair and a human like face. He was genuinely freaked out . He was never one to be into or believed
in Bigfoot type things but when I got home he was sure of what he saw and it scared him very much."

Has the "Speedway Monster" returned to it's old hunting grounds near the spot where the old Mickey Thompson's Fontana
International Dragway once stood? According to the eyewitnesses the answer is yes.

It would be hard to believe that a creature like Bigfoot would be brave enough to venture from the safety of the nearby
mountains into an area that is now a rather dense suburban area. Granted the area of the sightings, Las Colinas, is somewhat
more remote than other housing tracts in the general area with a still large undeveloped area adjacent to it.

There is of course the matter of the dry river bed that connects directly to Lytle Creek further in the San Bernardino Mountain
range. This area has been a virtual hot spot for Bigfoot sightings for over a hundred years, so if the creature does indeed live just
outside the vast metropolitan area of Los Angeles this would in all likelihood be it's home turf.

For now this is all just conjecture but if these reports are to be taken seriously than one of the world's greatest mysteries may
show up on the doorstep of some unsuspecting urbanite.


 










 

MINNESOTA ENCOUNTER

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The following account comes from a publication by  Ken Korczak titled  Minnesota Paranormala.

"A no nonsense, hard working doctor and his surgeon buddy  are on a canoe trip in the Boundary Waters in Northern Minnesota. One of the doctors brought along his two son's, ages 10 and 12. The other doctor had no children, and so enjoyed being able to spend time with the young boys of his colleague.

Both doctors were extremely 'straight laced'. Both were deacons in their church, neither had much of a sense of humor, and they worked long hours. Vacations were rare, and when they did take time off, these two doctors didn't exactly let their hair down just because they were out in the north woods. They brought their no-nonsense, humorless attitude of 'lets-get-it-done' even to the fun of camping.

The men and boys paired up two to a canoe. The older boy paddled with his father and the younger boy joined the other doctor.

The Boundary Waters straddle the Minnesota-Canada border. It is a vast area of lakes and wooded wilderness, more than a million square acres. This is an extremely pristine and unspoiled region where aggressive efforts have been made to keep out as much of modern development as possible-for example no motorized boats are allowed and no motorized land vehicles. There are dozens of lakes interspersed with pine-forested islands and mainland.

The buzzing of motorized modern humanity is forbidden in this magnificent, unspoiled tract of mother nature.

Canoeing among the Boundary Water is fun, exhilarating but can be arduous. It is necessary to make frequent portages across rugged terrain between numerous sparkling-clear lakes. That means lifting canoes, camping gear and supplies, lugging them between lakes. Camping is primitive.

On their first day out, the two men and boys were coming near the end of a long, taxing day of paddling and portaging. They arrived at a spot where they decided to camp. The doctors told the boys to make a fire while they doubled back to retrieve the rest of their gear.

As it grew dark the boys began to worry because the adults were taking a long time returning. Finally they head branches snapping and the sound of someone running toward them from the woods.

It was the two doctors: but now their super-cool exteriors and reserved demeanor had abandoned them. They were frantic one of them screamed at the boys 'Put out that fire!' Before the boys could react, one of the men hastily kicked dirt over the fire-as if dousing the flames was a matter of survival.

The men shouted at the boys: 'Gather up your stuff as fast as you can-we're leaving!'  The youngsters were perplexed. They didn't have a chance to ask why. It was obvious the adults wanted out of the woods- and fast. The group returned to the original portage site, unloaded their canoes and began paddling with desperate urgency back the way they had come.

One of the boys said 'I couldn't understand what was going on, I was starving because I hadn't eaten all day, and they pushed us to paddle as fast as we could. We were exhausted, hungry, and it was already pitch dark. We couldn't understand what had come over my dad. But we also got the impression that we were not to ask. We started to cry. We felt like we were running for our lives. But from what, or why? We didn't know'

When they returned to their hotel rooms, the high strangeness continued. The two doctors did something amazing in the eyes of the eldest son: they each purchased a 12 pack of beer! The boys had never known their father to drink. As far as they knew, he was  teetotaler, and so was the other doctor. But now these deacon physicians were in obvious need of a few stiff drinks.

The boys said both men seemed dazed all that night. They were sure that neither of them slept. As for what had brought about their bizarre mood, they weren't talking about it, and the boys dared not ask.

The next day, even though only a single day had passed of what was to be a week-long excursion in the northern woods, the group packed up their car and headed back to civilization. Although a camping trip to the Boundary Waters had never been missed in the past 14 years, the trip was never made again.

The incident was not spoken of again - until about 25 years later.

The year was 1989. The father of the two boys had retired from his long, successful career as a surgeon at the most prestigious medical facility in the world. The boy who was 12 was now an adult. One day as the family had gathered to prepare for a wedding, the son casually mentioned to his dad that he had purchased a cabin near the Boundary Waters.

Invoking the Boundary Waters seemed to trigger the old doctors memory of the frightening incident of 25 years previously. He said to his son: 'Have you ever wondered why we never made another camping trip to the Boundary Waters after that last one - the one where we packed up and left so suddenly?'

'Yes, I've always wondered what happened on that day, but I didn't think you would ever talk about it.'

Here is what he said:

'When doctor Smith (not his real name) and I went back to retrieve our gear, we were resting for a moment before we picked up and headed back to the camp where you two were waiting. The trail back to camp was like a long tunnel - the trees were heavy and overhanging so that the sky was almost obscured. The trail also rose steeply and was rocky.

Suddenly a ways up the trail we aw a very large creature of some kind, but it appeared to be walking upright like a man. But it was really big, bulky, covered with hair, very tall, and in the distance it looked at first like maybe a gigantic bear. We became very concerned because someone had been attacked by a bear in this area a few days earlier. We had also heard that some bears in the area had been found to be infected with a brain parasite which caused them to act erratically. We thought this might explain the strange upright walking behavior of the large animal we saw up the steep trail - it appeared to be almost running.

As the creature came closer and they got a better look, the doctors could not believe their eyes. In the last of the daylight, their first thought of this thing was some kind of 'escaped hybrid gorilla'.

The doctor continues:

'Then I saw with some concern that Dr. Smith grabbed a large rock and hid himself behind a bush! He had a rock about the size of a loaf of bread. If he was going to throw that at this massive creature.....well, I thought that was a bad idea. I thought he was crazy, but there was no time for a debate. I decided to try to scare the thing off before he could pelt it with a rock and make it mad. I stood my ground in the middle of the path and began waving my arms, screaming and yelling.

The creature kept coming forward at a rapid rate. It only seemed to notice the arms waving doctor when he was three feet in front of him. The creature stopped abruptly. Doctor and Bigfoot stood eye to eye.

He described the creature as a large 'man-like ape' easily over 7 feet tall, massively built, long haired and emitting a  noxious odor that was beyond description. The doctor stopped his yelling and stood there practically toe-to-toe with an entity that seemed just as stunned as he.

Neither man nor beast had expected to confront the other. Time froze.

Suddenly Dr. Smith heaved his rock from behind the bushes, only to have it land about six feet behind the beast. The creature turned, bellowed an ear-splitting roar, and sprinted off the trail directly into the thick woods. The doctor said large poplar trees in front of the beast bent down and were flattened before the creature as if being pushed down by a bulldozer.

For the doctors, who spent their lives as men of science, ensconced in mainstream Christian beliefs - men who firmly believed that their grip on reality was fundamental and unshakable - confronting Bigfoot was a blow to their world view.



CLOSE CALL

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Jackson County, Prospect Oregon
(Union Creek) 2001


Back in the winter of 2001 my youngest son
 and I were on our way from Boise, Idaho to Medford,
Oregon. We had a car trailer
 to his old place in Boise in order to haul his
 non-running jeep to his new place in Medford.
We hit an area of heavy snow in the
southern Cascades around 2:00 a.m. It took 45
minutes or so to get down the mountain.
We had of course been  drinking coffee to
 stay alert.

About 25 miles west of the pass it became obvious
 that the last few quarts of coffee had to be drained.
We stopped at a wide spot in the road near a summer
 tourist haunt; deserted in winter. There is a gas station
 and ice cream joint on the west
side of the road, closed at this time of year and no town or
settlement within 30 miles.

This is tall timber country and unsettled. Across
 the road is a small parking area for the ice cream joint. It is
paved and about 200 ft. wide and 80 ft. deep. I pulled in and 
 as I stepped out with .45 on hip, it occurred to me in a flash
 that grabbing the 590 mossy would be good.

As we walked to the far end of the area to be well
off the road, the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood
 on end. The area directly to our front was open with a depth
 of 50 yards and a width of 100 yards. The night was clear and
cold, 8-10 inches of snow on the ground and with a moon that
was almost full, so we could see quite well.

While standing and taking a leak with my son about
15 to my right I saw, as if springing from the earth in front
of us across the open area 10 or 12 creatures moving RAPIDLY
 back and forth in sort of a thatch weave pattern.

These things, not human men, were close to 7 ft. tall,
thin, bipedal with long arms, medium length gray fur, and damned
fast on their feet. I brought the shotgun up with the safety off, as
my son was drawing his .45.

I don't know if I can adequately explain the overwhelming
 feeling of menace, but here goes. I had been operating on pure
instinct since I stepped from the pickup, the rotten feeling hit me
 a split second before the things arrived, the feeling?, instinct?,
was that we were prey and subject to a very bad death and
to be slaughtered and eaten, not a logical process, gut feeling
and massively overwhelming.

As they were moving around in front of us, more 
appeared, and mixed among them, all the while running about fast in
 front of us. Son and I were backing toward the truck, I WOULD NOT
present my back to them some of them peeled off right and left
in an encirclement movement. They were rolling in fast from
the sides now, I could smell and feel their presence.

We got to the truck loaded on adrenaline ready to kill,
as we both knew we were in grave danger. We piled into the truck,
 locked doors. I had keys out and ready as my butt neared the seat,
I had the engine lit and trans. in gear and gas pedal mashed
in one motion. Adrenaline is great stuff! As we fled, yes fled!
something VERY close by let out a undulating scream of rage,
and pain. I believe one or more of the group had gotten really
close to us in their persuit and I ran over the foot of one of them,
yeah they were that close.

We rolled onto the highway and I told son to watch the
 bed of the pickup as well as the trailer, he already was indexed
 to the rear with the shotgun. We hauled ass for at least 20  miles
 before the feeling of grave danger started to abate.

The feeling that nailed both of us as we discussed soon
afterward, was one of being prey and soon to be slaughtered and eaten.
 I'm not easily and neither believe or disbelieve all the bigfoot,
 ghost and werewolf stuff,  in fact I am skeptical.

My son was speaking with a coworker about 6 months
 later who had grown up in Prospect, Oregon, about 30 miles south
 of Union Creek where the incident took place. He asked Jake if he
 had ever heard of any strange goings-on in in the area.

Jake went ashy white and pretty much retold the above
tale. He says to avoid the place at night.

A family friend, a 25 yr. retired cop not given to flights
of fancy and an excellent observer, had a tale very similar from
 a year before. I told my wife of this event of course; she looked
at me at the beginning as though I had developed a third eyeball
in the center of my forehead. That was from shock, she did
believe me, but did not wish to hear any of the details. She said the
 tale gave her chills. Me too as I write this, hair on the back of my
 neck and forearms is sticking up.

I have NOT gone back to explore and would not without
 a large group of shotgun and flamethrower equipped men with
me. My son and I are sane, sober persons, and not taken to
hysteria. We were wide, VERY wide awake as things transpired.
We saw and smelled what was there. 

As a sidebar neither of us heard footfalls from the
creatures. They were silent until I heard one as we were getting
the hell out of there.

To my knowledge, and I have researched, there is
nothing that matches these creatures, unless one considers old
legends and folk tales of were creatures.

To conclude, I have to fall back on Elmer Keith's
famous line

"Hell, I was there".





 

  

 

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

 

 

NARROW ESCAPE

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On this particular day (July 1989) I had intended to meet my parents for a simple day hike. I arrived about 10:00 with my son Rolf and his friend David. It was a typical summer day in the mountains, light fog in the canyons and heavy shadows in the tree line; warm and enjoyable perfect weather for a brisk hike. This would occur later when my father, mother an niece arrived about 11:30.  We took a light lunch break and three of us continued up the hill while the two boys and my mother remained at the cars.
 
In about ten minutes we had made the first hillside above the road. It brought us about 80 feet up to a large plateau that was somewhat open but not heavily traveled  as I had only found this location a short time before. Long enough to have ribboned the trail and investigated the tunnels for dangers. I had also explored the remains of an old mining cabin, collected samples and posted the site in error.  My job was to remove the inaccuracies and bring the claim into compliance. This required me to part company at this plateau and venture off the trail about 200 feet. I had told my father and niece to wait at the site and I would return shortly. Ten minutes later I returned and they were gone. I called out and received no reply to my hails. Angered that they had gone ahead I returned to the bush and took a few samples. About fifteen minutes later I returned to the trail and questioned where they had gone. Both were emphatic that they had not ventured from the spot but my father seemed preoccupied by voices that he claimed he had heard.
 
"A garbled , mumbling speech that resemble the sound of dwarves arguing over a card hand". I passed it off to the carry of the boy's voices from below the bank but he insisted otherwise. With that we continued on our way and investigated the tunnels without incident. After about an hour of hike to the upper tunnels my father and niece decided to return to the vehicles. Dad would liked to have continued the hike but was worried about the safety of my niece, Tina, so he accompanied her back to the cars. I said my good-bye's and continued on my way. Onto a trail that I had only been on the week before.....
 
As I looked around it was difficult to determine exactly what I was seeing. The trail looked like it had been obliterated in some cataclysmic fashion. Huge rocks were out of place, trees broken over the hillside ripped loose. I couldn't even discern the ribbons I had placed to mark my previous trip. It was as though the hand of God had slapped the hillside and jarred it beyond recognition. I couldn't even tell if I could regain the trail without rope and pitons to secure my travel. It was devastation, so much so, that I abandoned the monument I was carrying so I could use both hands to pull myself up to the trail. I was standing in an area more familiar but equally as unusual. Here I could see the ribbons I had placed but they were laying on trees that were now on the ground. Large conifers were snapped off 3 and 4 feet above the ground like a child breaks stalks of grass.  The broken ends and ground covered with an unusual green slime. It was like nothing I had seen before in all my many travels into the wild.  It looked like it had been ejected from a toothpaste tube but the interior of the jelly contained strands of very minute vegetable matter. This was impressed into the interior like it came out of  5 separate orifices and it held its position in the mass of gelatin. Overall consistency was like thick tapioca pudding and it gave the simulation of phosphorescence in the dim light of the trail. As you might imagine from my discussion I spent some time trying to decipher the meaning of all that I was seeing as the site reminded me of the Tunguska blast in Russia or the aftermath of St. Helens. Many of the tees were laying up the hill! A short while later I arrived at the site where I had intended to place the monument. I returned for this and made placement fast as I still had to take samples and return to the vehicles before it got too dark to pick berries.
 
When I completed this task I turn to take a few samples and heard an unusual echo from the surrounding hill. An extended echo that wasn't mine coming from the hill above me. Now let me tell you. In the time that I have been mining I have had several guns pointed at my face. I had no desire to be shot by some wayward hayseed in the hills so I dropped my supplies and traveled out onto the rockslide that went all the way up the hill. A vantage point from which I would surely see the maker of the sound. Well, such was not the case so I cupped my hands to my face and called to the make of the sound. Moments later the hillside exploded in a blaze of fury.
 
Falling through the trees I could make out a large black shape and my first impression was that my call had dislodged a large nest or tree limb from above. But as it continued to crash, in a Rambo fashion, I knew I was seeing a living creature; big and black. It had to be a bear, a cub perhaps and I began to look for the mother. As it rolled through I could see arms gripping for a hand hold and a creature far bigger than a cub. This had to be a grizzly judging from its size and it was rolling right toward me.  Not a good place to be with an injured bear! I saw every form of mauling death in those first few moments and prepared for a quick and painful death a the claws of this thing then it was over. The behemoth laid on the trail dead......or unconsciously, couldn't tell. Better yet I couldn't make out head or tail on what I was seeing. It just looked like a mass of hair. I surveyed my situation in the few moments and decided to walk toward the thing and see if I could get around it and escape. Just then it began to stir and I prepared to die....
 
I saw first one hand and then another extending from the sides of this thing. Expecting a four-footed stance you can imagine my surprise when it stood up like a man and its buttocks was about eye level. I pulled my .22 caliber pistol and tried to fire a round up into the air but I was so rattled that I forgot the safety and it wouldn't fire. By now I was so engrossed in the magnificent size of this beast I just stood there and took in all I could. Determined that, if I survived, I had to remember all that I was seeing. Its back was absolutely enormous; I marveled at its muscle bundles and definition. The hair was jet black and about 3 inches long over most of its body. The hair on its head grew in a large cape about 24 inches long and in long tassels from the edges of its arms and legs.  Swishing like a Spaniel dog as it walked. Its face was a ruddy brown with deep set wrinkles under the eye sockets and eyes dark as coal. Its nose was short and black with a beard/mustache that grew from the bridge of its nose. Lower the beard resembled some aspects of the Buffalo. I thought it quite odd because I could see various forms of mythical beasts in my own visual description to myself.  Later I fired a shot over its right shoulder. It turned and looked at me and then just walked away down the trail like I didn't matter, a living goliath. As I stood there I was unsure what to do. The gun was little protection but I did have explosives down the trail in my rock bag. My thought was to get to them and I could easily scare this thing away and make my break for it. As I walked down the trail though I spotted something crouching near my supplies. It was the creature and it was doing something, digging? Well, thinking that this was possibly a method of hiding killed prey, I decided to get a closer look and make sure it wasn't one of my party. But as I got closer it picked up a rock the size of a basketball and beat it on the ground three times. I decided this was bad and began to back up. Now it seemed like I became the hunted and it turned and ran in my direction. I turned and ran for all it was worth toward the rock slide and down the hill. The creature crested the hill above me and began a longitudinal traverse of the hillside ripping out everything that stood in its way.....
 
It looked like the scenes of a Tasmanian Devil cartoon. This thing destroyed whole trees as it mowed through them, pushing them aside like I would small twigs. Rocks, branches all forms of debris came my direction as they were being hit with some beam of anti-gravitational force. It was so surreal that it was shocking and I stopped several times when I could run no further. Surprisingly, when I stopped, it stopped and when I ran, it ran. During the pauses it would make that banging sound again just long enough to enlist a response.  I ran to within 300 feet of the road before I decided to give up and then it turned and went back into the forest. As I broke out onto the road they tell me I emptied the clip of my gun. Of that I have no memory.
 
When I returned home I was too distraught to talk to my wife or my friend Kevin who was visiting. I just went into the shower and scrubbed until I began to bleed. I then collapsed in the tub and began to sob. Shaking with the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. That night I recounted my story of what I had seen. A curse that led to repeated bizarre nightmares and sleep depravation. Unusual, terrifying aspects for which I have no explanation. On that note I will leave you to digest my story.
 
I consider myself  to be a very rational man. I have seen bears in the wild and have hunted the same. What I saw wasn't a bear. It seemed a living creature that was capable of being hurt. Albeit to higher levels of pain than a man could survive. As you become more involved with this subject you will notice that science finds what it wants. It affords the research that it  wants and those who seem most devoted to the topic are not. Those who do believe, those who have had the experience are few. They make periodic visits to the media and if time allows they tell their stories even though they don't get paid for these appearances. All we want are the answers that will again allow us to live a normal life. A life in which the world is a far bigger place and we feel humbled by the magnificence of God.  Sincerely, S.F.             
            
 
 
 
 
 


THE FRANK DAN STORY AT MORRIS CREEK

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Story by J.W. Burns, teacher on the Chehalis Reservation, 1936.

A well known old Amerindian medicine man named Frank Dan told a colorful story. Ivan Sanderson reproduces this story on page 70 of his book "The Abominable Snowman" by the kind permission of Government Agent, teacher to the Chehalis, Mr. J. W. Burns. This occurred in July 1936 along Morris Creek, a small tributary of the Harrison River. J.W. Burns writes of Frank's story:

"It was a lovely day; the clear waters of the creek shimmered in the bright sunshine and reflected the wild surroundings of cliff, trees, and vagrant cloud. A languid breeze wafted across the rocky gullies. Frank's canoe was gliding like a happy vision along the mountain stream. The Indian was busy hooking one fish after another; hungry fish that had been liberated only a few days before from some hatchery. But the Indian was happy as he pulled them in and sang his medicine song.

Then, without warning, a rock was hurled from the shelving slope above, falling with a fearful splash within a few feet of his canoe, almost swamping the frail craft. Startled out of his skin, Frank glanced upward, and to his amazement beheld a weird looking creature, covered with hair, leaping from rock to rock down the wild declivity with the agility of a mountain goat. Frank recognized the hairy creature instantly. It was a Sasquatch. He knew it was one of the giants-he had met them on several occasions in past years, once on his own doorstep. But those were a timid sort and not unruly like the gent he was now facing.

Frank called upon his medicine powers, sula, and similar spirits to protect him. There was an immediate response to his appeal. The air throbbed and some huge boulders slid down the rocky mountainside, making a noise like the crack of doom. This was to frighten away the Sasquatch. But the giant was not to be frightened by falling rocks. Instead he hurled down the declivity carrying a great stone, probably weighing a ton or more, under his great hairy arm, which Frank guessed-just a rough guess-was at least 2 yards in length. Reaching a point of vantage-a jutting ledge that hung far out over the water-he hurled it with all his might, this time missing the canoe by a narrow margin, filling it with water and drenching the poor frightened occupant with a cloud of spray.

Some idea of the size of the boulder may be gained from the fact that its huge bulk blocked the channel. Later Jack Penny dredged it out on the authority of the department of hinterland navigation. It may now be seen on the 10th floor of the Vancouver Public Museum in the department of "Curious Rocks." When your in Vancouver drop in to the museum and the curator will gladly show it to you.

The giant now posed upon the other ledge in an attitude of wild majesty as if he were the monarch of these foreboding haunts, shaking a colossal fist at the "great medicine man" who sat saw-struck and shuddering in the canoe, which he was trying to bail out with a shoe. The Indian saw the Sasquatch was in a towering rage, a passion that caused the great man to exude a repugnant odor; that was carried down to the canoe by a wisp of wind. The smell made Frank dizzy and his eyes began to smart and pop. Frank never smelt anything in his whole career like it. It was more repelling than the stench of moccasin oil gone rotten. Indeed, it was so nasty that the fish quitted the pools and nooks and headed in schools for the Harrison River. The Indian, believing the giant was about to dive into the water and attack him, cast off his fishing lines and paddled away as fast as he was able.

Sanderson included this story not so much for anything it might add to the general picture of Sasquatch's in the area - there is ample evidence of that in any case - but to exemplify the type of tale told by the Amerindian that cause the white man to doubt his veracity.

Frank Dan was an old and respected medicine man living by the precepts and beliefs of his ancestors. Thus, his interpretation of events had to be in accord with his position in the community.

It is a straightforward account; namely, that while fishing, a sasquatch appeared, hurled some rocks at the old man, and stank like hell. The induced landslide and the weight of the second rock hurled, or perhaps merely dislodged into the river, as well as the giants implied curse, are pure embellishments. Even the mass exodus of the trout might well be perfectly true and due to a cascade of boulders rather than to a stink in the air that they could of course not smell in the water.

Besides, Frank Dan's "medicine" came off second best and he had manifestly fled. He couldn't explain this fact away, so he just did the best he could so not to show up in too poor a light. In fact, Mr. Burns records that Frank Dan gave up being a medicine man from then on, saying that his powers had been finally defeated. That would seem to be the act of an honest man. 

WILD MAN CAPTURED WITH TWO CUBS

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BOSTON DAILY TIMES
MONDAY MORNING, APRIL 1, 1839

 When will wonders ever cease? Robert Lincoln, Esq., Agent of the New York Western Lumber Company, has just returned from the Saint Peters river, near the head of steamship navigation, on the upper Mississippi, bringing with him a living American Orang Outang, or  wild man of the woods, with two small cubs, supposed to be about three months old.

Mr. Lincoln informs us that he went out to the north-west as Agent of the New York Lumber Company, in July last, with a view to establish extensive saw-mills, on the pine lands near the Falls of Saint Anthony; which lead to the capture of the extraordinary creatures mentioned above. 

Those who are acquainted with the leading features of the Valley of the Mississippi, are aware that there is little or no pine timber throughout the States of Illinois and Missouri, or in the extensive territories of Wisconsin or Iowa. The inhabitants of that region are obligated to use oak and walnut for common building purposes, and the labor of working such material is very great. The greatest portion of the pine timber that finds its way  into the upper part of the valley, is floated down the Ohio, and from thence carried up the Mississippi and Illinois rivers by steamboats. The most ordinary kind of pine timber is worth $60 per thousand, in any part of Illinois or the territories; in New England the same quality sells for about half that sum. There are some very extensive and immediately valuable pine lands near the Falls of Saint Anthony, on the upper Mississippi; but until recently they have been in the possession of the Sac and Fox Indians. In the summer of 1838, a treaty was ratified with these Indians, by which they ceded the whole of their pine lands to the United States. The ceremonies of this treaty were performed at Fort Snelling, about the first of July last. Capt. Marryatt, the famous English novelist, was then on the Upper Mississippi, and was present to witness the war dances on this occasion, which, it is said, were conducted with unusual splendor. He also spent several days among the Indians, and by the assistance of the American officers at Fort Snelling, obtained a large collection of ornaments and curiosities.

Some shrewd men at Albany and New York who knew that the treaty referred to, was about to be ratified, and who were aware, also, of the value  of the timber, formed a company, with substantial, and engaged a large number of enterprising mechanics and laborers to go out and establish saw-mills for cutting timber on the Saint Peters. They rightly supposed that the land would not "come into market," as the phrase is, for several years as it is worth little except for the timber. Those who wish to obtain land for cultivation, go into the more fertile parts of the territories. Companies may therefore "claim" land, establish mills, and cut off the timber where ever they can find it, without fee or license. The timber may then be floated down the Mississippi in rafts, for a mere trifle, and sold at the highest prices any where on the river.

The New York Company sent out their expedition in July last. The workmen and laborers with the principle part of the machinery went by way of New Orleans, and at that city they chartered a steamboat and proceeded up the Mississippi. The whole business was under the direction of Mr. Lincoln. They had on board all the necessary tools and saws, together with the apparatus for a grist mill, oxen, horses, cows, a good stock of provisions, arms, ammunition, Etc, Etc. They passed directly up the river, only stopping to take in wood and water, until they reached Prairie Du Chien , at the mouth of the Wisconsin. Here they put their animals on shore, and remained two days. On the third day they re-embarked and finally reached the Saint Peters in safety.

Their enterprise proved highly successful. They found the timber of the first quality, and the facilities for building mills much greater than they anticipated. The work went on very prosperously, and in a few months Mr. Lincoln had the satisfaction of launching his rafts on the headwaters of the Mississippi. They continued to prosecute their labors vigorously, until winter set in, when a part of the workmen started for Saint Louis, and a part of them remained to superintend the cutting of timber.

During the winter, Mr. Lincoln and several of the workmen made frequent excursions in pursuit of game, which was very abundant, and their camp was one  continued scene of festivity. The Indians brought in large quantities of furs, which Mr. Lincoln purchased for a mere trifle, and lined his cabins with them throughout, which rendered his rude huts very warm and comfortable. The whole party were as hearty as bucks, and appeared to enjoy themselves exceedingly.

About the 15th of January, two of the carpenters who had been out in pursuit of a gang of wolves that had proven very troublesome, came into the camp and reported that they had seen a huge monster in the forest, on a branch of the Mississippi, having the form of a man, but much taller and stouter, covered with long hair, and of a frightful aspect. They  stated that when first seen, he was standing on a large log, looking directly at them and the moment they raised their muskets, he darted into the thicket and disappeared. They saw him again in about half an hour, apparently watching them, and when they turned towards him again he again disappeared. Mr. Lincoln was at first disposed to think lightly of this matter, believing that the men might have been mistaken about the size and height of the object, or supposing it might have been a trick of the Indians to frighten them. He was informed, however, by some of the natives, that such a being had often been seen on the Saint Peters, and near the Falls of the Mississippi, and they proposed to guide a party of the workmen to a bluff where it was thought he might be found. The men were all ready for an adventure, and arming themselves with rifles and hunting knives, they started for the bluff under the direction of Mr. Lincoln and the Indian guides. On the way they were joined by several of the natives, and the whole party numbered twenty-three.

They arrived at the bluff late on the afternoon of the 21st of January, and encamped in a cave or grotto, at the foot of the hill. Early the next morning, two of the Indians were sent out to reconnoiter, and in about an hour returned, and said they had seen the wild man, on the other side of the hill. The whole party immediately prepared for the pursuit. Mr. Lincoln gave positive orders to the men not to fire upon him unless it should be necessary in self-defense, as he wished, if possible, to take him alive. The Indians stated that although a very powerful creature, he was believed to be perfectly harmless, as he always fled at the approach of men. While Mr. Lincoln was giving his men their instructions, the wild man appeared in sight. He ordered them to remain perfectly quiet, and taking out his pocket glass surveyed him minutely. He appeared to be about eight or nine feet high, very athletic, and more like a beast standing erect than a man. After satisfying himself with regard to the character of the creature, Mr. Lincoln ordered his men to advance. The Indians had provided themselves with ropes, prepared to catch wild horses, with which they hoped to ensnare and bind the creature, without maiming him.

The instant the company moved towards the wild man, he sprung forward with a loud and frightful yell, which made the forest ring, the Indians followed close upon him, and Mr. Lincoln and his men brought up the rear. The pursuit was continued for nearly an hour- now gaining upon the object of their chase, and now almost losing sight of him. The trees, however, were quite open, and free from underbrush, which enabled them to make their way very rapidly. Whenever they came very near him, he stared forward again with a yell, and appeared to increase his speed. He finally darted into a thicket, and although they followed close and made much search, they were unable to find him. 

They then began to retrace their steps towards the place of encampment, and when within about a mile of the cavern, the wild man crossed their path, within twenty rods of the main body of the party. They immediately gave chase again, and accidentally drove the creature from the forest into an open field or prairie. The monster appeared to be much frightened at his situation, and leaped forward, howling hideously. At length he suddenly stopped and turned upon his pursuers. Mr. Lincoln was then in the advance. Fearing that he might attack them, or return to the woods and escape, he fired upon him and lodged a charge of buck shot in the calf of his leg. He fell immediately, and the Indians sprang forward and threw their ropes over his head, arms and legs, and with much effort  succeeded in binding him fast. He struggled, however, most desperately, gnashed his teeth, and howeled in a frightful manner. They then formed a sort of litter of branches and limbs of trees, and placing him upon it, carried him to the encampment. A  watch was then placed over him, and every effort made that could be devised to keep him quiet, but he continued to howl most piteously all night.  Towards morning two cubs, about three feet high, and very similar to the large monster, came into the camp, and were taken without resistance. As soon as the monster saw them he became very furious-gnashed his teeth, and thrashed about, until he burst several of the cords, and came very near effecting his escape. But he was bound anew, and after that was kept most carefully watched and guarded. The next day he was placed on the litter and carried down to the mills on the Saint Peters.

For two or three days, Mr. Lincoln says, he refused to eat or drink, or take any kind of food, but continued to howl at intervals for an hour at a time. At length, however, he began to eat, but from that time his howls ceased, and he has remained stupid and sullen ever since. The cubs took food very readily, and became quite active and playful. Mr. Lincoln   is a native of Boston, and some of the workmen engaged at his mills are from this city. He arrived here Saturday afternoon in the brig St. Charles, Stewart, master, from New Orleans with the wild man and the cubs, and they were all removed from the vessel that evening. By invitation of Mr. Lincoln, who is an old acquaintance, we went down to his rooms to examine this monster. He is a horrid looking creature, and reminds us strongly of the fabled satyrs, as we have pictured them to our own mind. He is about eight feet three inches high, when standing erect, and his frame is of  giant proportions in every part. His legs are not straight, but like those of the dog and other four-footed animals, and his whole body is covered with a hide very much like that of a cow. His arms are very long, and ill proportioned. It does not appear from his manner that that he has ever walked upon "all fours." The fingers and toes are mere bunches, armed with stout claws. His head is covered with thick, coarse black hair, like the mane of a horse. The appearance of his countenance, if such it may be called, is very disgusting-nay, almost horrible. It is covered with a thinner and lighter coat of hair than the rest of the body, there is no appearance of eye brows or nose, the mouth is very large and wide, and similar to that of a baboon. His eyes are quite dull and heavy, and there is no indication of cunning or activity about them. Mr. Lincoln says he is beyond dispute carnivorous, as he universally rejects bread and vegetables, and eats flesh with great avidity. He thinks he is of the  Orang Outan species but from what little we have seen, we are inclined to consider him a wild animal, somewhat resembling man. He is, to say the least, one of the most extraordinary creatures that has ever been brought before the public, from any part of the earth, or the waters under the earth, and we believe will prove a difficult puzzle to the scientific. He lies down like a brute, and does not appear to possess more instinct than common domestic animals. He is now quite tame and quiet, and is only confined by a stout chain attached to his legs. 

This is the first creature of the kind, we believe, ever found on this continent. It was to be expected, however, that in penetrating the remote recesses of the new world, monsters would be found, and great natural curiosities brought to light; and it has been a matter of surprise to many that so little of the marvelous has ever been discovered. But we cannot tell what the wilds of the far northwest, the shores of Lake Superior, the regions of the Rocky mountains, and the vast territory of Oregon, may yet bring forth.

It is Mr. Lincoln's intention to submit these animals to the inspection of the scientific for a few days, in order to ascertain what they are, and after that to dispose of them to some persons for exhibition. Mr. Lincoln himself will return to the Saint Peters in the course of two or three weeks.

P.S. Mr. Lincoln informs us that he will exhibit the wild man and his cubs, gratuitously, this forenoon, in the rear of No. 9 Elm street. We presume our citizens will not be slow to take advantage of this offer.

    

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"I MET THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN "
(A True Story)
By Dr. George Moore, M.D.
Exclusively published in Sports Afield, May 1957
readers will enjoy this eyewitness novelistic account
by the first American to meet face to face the mystery animal
of the Himalayas, the yeti.
Even without Moore's chance meeting with the mysterious creatures of the Himalayas, the author of this account would have a remarkable story to tell. In October of 1952, Dr. Moore, his wife and daughter arrived in Nepal.
Dr. Moore, as chief of the Public Health Division of the U. S. Operations Mission under the Foreign Operations Administration was public heath advisor to the new Nepalese government that had thrown the doors of the land open to foreigners for the first time since 1816. Dr. Moore pioneered the health program of a country suddenly plummeted into the 20th century. His duties took him on extensive trips into towns and villages never before seen by white men. Moore became fascinated by the customs and habits of the Nepalese people - a people quick to win his lifelong admiration and respect. After his two year tour of duty expired, Moore inactivated his commission in the Public Health Service and is at present, Director of the San Juan Basin Health Unit in Durango, Colorado. [ The story begins: ]
Monsoon! Heavy, Gray clouds had been drifting northward from Calcutta for days that June in 1953. Already early rains, warning of what was to come, had soaked the red dust of the Himalayas. The air was clean and cool. Myriads of tiny blue, white and yellow Potentilla has suddenly blanketed the green tundra above the timberline. It was curious how the colors deepened as we descended the slope. White grew highest, then yellow mixed with white and finally blue flowers dotted the landscape farther down.
The rains weren't bad enough to travel in, but at least they were a welcome change from the snow about 17,000 feet. Gosainkund Pass had been the last high obstacle to Kathmandu on our return trip from the northern border of Nepal. In fact, the day before had seen us sloshing kneed deep in the soft wet snow. Our coolies suffered the most. Half naked and barefooted, they had struggled desperately carrying 80 pound packs on their backs. A Himalayan blizzard is no joke even for experienced native porters when slippery rocks and precarious ledges must be climbed.
Brooks, Dr. George K. Brooks, an entomologist on our staff and I were slowly making our may back to our homes in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal from a mission of mercy to the Sherpas of the northern country. The government had asked us for help in controlling an epidemic of typhus in Sherpaland - our name for the high Himalayan country close to the Tibet border. We had been the doctors assigned to the job and now ere weary but satisfied that the evil Rickettsia were licked for good, we raced to get home before the monsoon whipped us. Black skies, torrents of rain and foggy slippery trails on the sides of the mountains obviously held no love the Himalayan intruders such as we.
It was at 11,000 feet, I remember that we had left Tarke Ghyang, the last village of the grateful Sherpas. We were heading south now. The foothills of the Himalayas that surrounded Kathmandu, 28 miles away were visible from the tops of the mountains. This was the area of the "Home of the Gods," a holy place to the natives. Our footsteps followed the same path two or three thousand devout Hindus take on the annual pilgrimage to worship in the Himalayan heights. A scant two or three hundred return from these journeys; the rest die along the way. On our journey up, smoke from countless funeral pyres were a reminder of the rigor and mystery of the area.
The trail was less steep now but slick with red mud. Mossy pines closed over us and thrust their sprawling roots across the way. Bloodthirsty leeches, lurking under the rocks and awakened by our sounds, crawled on our boots and up the coolies' dark nude limbs at every step. Only speed and more speed would enable us to leave this dismal, lonely, God-forsaken range of mountains.
Brooks, as we called him and I pushed as hard and as fast as we dared. Abrasive soled boots and six-foot balancing poles cut from the timber enabled us to make excellent time on the ribbon of web mud.
It was not long before we had left the coolies far behind. Not even their cries and shouts could be heard. The forest was deathly still. Fog banks, raw and cold drifted through the tall pines and left their boughs dripping and slimy.
Rounding a sharp turn in the trail, Brooks stopped abruptly. He leaned against a large rock to extract a leech that was at the point of disappearing over the edge of his boot. I stood there watching Brooks and fumbling for my pipe when an almost imperceptible movement in a clump of tall rhododendron caught my eye.
Something had moved, I was sure. There it was again! This time a few leaves rustled, more than mere chance could move. Brooks, sensing something was wrong, quickly forgot about his leech. Almost simultaneously we both slipped our revolvers out of their holsters. On our right, the slope was dangerously steep. Behind us the slope climbed upward. There was a large boulder by the side of the trail and we eased over to it, glad for the protection from the rear that it afforded us. We waited, - tense and expectant. The stillness was awesome.
The fog and mist seemed to form weird shapes writhing and twisting through the dense foliage. Suddenly, from in front of us, a raucous scream pierced the air. Another followed from the right of us. The ghostly quality of the mist and the unreality of the situation had a nightmarish tinge.
"God!!" Brooks whispered, "What was that?"
My spine was tingling in high gear now. I gripped my .38 Smith and Wesson more firmly. About 20 feet away, somewhat in front of our rock was the clump of rhododendron where the first scream broke the stillness. This time it seemed as though it was behind us.
"Brooks, " I managed to whisper, "Let's get on this rock and in hurry!"
Brooks did not need a second invitation. In an instant we scrambled on top of the massive boulder. From our new perch, we carefully searched in all directions for the next move. Our movements must have been closely watched, for a loud chattering immediately assailed us from the bushes in front. The angry chatter filled the raw air as new cries joined in the chorus from all sides. We were definitely surrounded.
Brooks muttered, "Oh my God, how many of them are there? And what are they?"
We got some idea of what was there when a hideous face thrust apart the wildly thrashing leaves and gaped at us. I shall not long forget the faces. Grayish skin, beetle black eyebrows, a mouth that seemed to extend from ear to ear and long yellowish teeth were nerve shattering enough. But those eyes, beady, yellow eyes that stared at us with obvious demoniacal cunning and anger. That face!
Weird ideas were beginning to force their way into mind. Perhaps, but no, damn it, it has to be! This was the abominable snowman!
A chill sent gooseflesh along my back. The thought of these creatures had often been in my mind when we had trekked over the snows and high places. No European or American had ever proved the existence of the snowmen, although the natives certainly believed in them. Our boys had entertained us many an evening around the campfire with horror tales of the snow beasts or "yeti" as they called them. They told how solitary travelers had been found torn to bits in the vast reaches of the mountains; how huge footprints had been found leading away from the murders. A few Sherpas had even met the monsters face to face and lived to tell the tale. We considered these accounts unlikely "hill stories" although I admit now they had left us somewhat uneasy.
No, I insisted to myself, there is no such creature as an abominable snowman or yeti. This face has to be an ape, or a man, or a demon,. . . .- Or the snowman!!
A hand pushed through the leaves. Then a quick movement and a shoulder. There before us, appeared the semblance of a body. Sweat was visible on Brooks' face now as we crouched lower, hugging the rock for what it was worth. My hands looked white in the semi-darkness.
As the creature emerged through the dark leaves, we strained to make out his form. I felt blind panic start through me. Then I stopped. "Balls of fire." I thought. "I've got to get a grip on myself!"
The creature was about five feet tall, half crouching on two thin hairy legs, leering at us in undisguised fury. Claws, or hands, seemed dark perhaps black, while his bedraggled hairy body was gray and thin. It shuffled along with a stoop the way a Neolithic cave man might have walked. Well built and sinewy, it could prove to be the most formidable opponent. Teeth bared, it snarled like an animal. Two long fangs protruded from its upper lip. Suddenly, a sharp flickering movement behind it caught our eyes. "George! A tail! Look there," Brooks cried. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind at once. "Well, Brooks," I replied, "this thing could be the abominable snowman but it also could be an ape, a large langur ape perhaps. Truthfully, I was more concerned with survival than identification. The band of animals was certainly aggressive, giving every indication that they meant to destroy us. But I couldn't help thinking about the creatures themselves. They didn't look like the common langur monkeys I'd seen in India. At the same time they had apelike characteristics. Scientific possibilities crowded their way into my mind even as I checked my revolver for the attack. Higher altitudes, fewer minerals in the water could produce less hair. Lack of heavy timber in the high regions, which would make climbing ability relatively valueless, could produce an erect species.
Mutations, the methods by which new species are created have occurred and are constantly observable in laboratories. Variations within a single species over a period of time can produce animals greatly different from the parent strain. I had no time to share these thoughts with Brooks. The best I could mumble was an unsteady "get ready!"
Other figures were now approaching from several directions. We could make out six of seven of them through the mist. One appeared to be carrying a baby around its neck. They seemed to mean business as they growled at each other. The one that had pushed through the foliage first was the leader. There was little question as to his authority as he led the attack.
"Brooks" I said hurriedly, "let's try firing over their heads to see if we can scare them. Don't hit them for heaven's sake, or we may have them in a frenzy! A wounded animal - if they are animals - won't stop. And if they are demons, the Sherpas will never forgive us if we kill them. The Sherpas, superstitious as they are, would rather be killed than offend their gods especially here."
"Okay George, you say when" he replied softly.
We sighted carefully through the fog and waited until the repulsive faces were about ten feet away. We squeezed the triggers almost together. The blast swirled in the fog in front of us. Splinters of wood and torn leaves fell through the foliage. The creatures stopped abruptly. A deathly, fearsome silence pervaded the darkening air.

"Let's give them another one, Brooks," I shouted more confident now. The second volley resounded and we were definitely reassured. A third round this time convinced the demons. They turned, howling like wounded coyotes, and fled into the thicket. The excited chattering from the gray gloom told us however, that they had not gone far.
Brooks was reassured. As we reloaded he asked jauntily, "What's next George?""Shall we attack?" I felt as Brooks felt. We needed to do something and do it fast. On second thought, however, caution was required.
Slowly I said, "We'll wait it out, I believe, until our coolies catch up. We wouldn't have a chance if \we moved forward or even tried to make a break. I don't believe that they'll attack the whole party. Our problem now is just how far behind are the coolies? It's getting dark and these pirates won't miss the chance to eat us alive if I don't miss my guess. In another 20 minutes we won't be able to see at all."
We sank back on the rock and waited there in the twilight, nervous as cats caught up a tree. We listened for the sounds of the coolies and we listened for the change in the growls from the thicket that might indicate another attack. At this point, we knew the demons were discussing our future and wondering how to play their cards. We tried to joke, but it was corny and useless. We were scared.
The fog was unbearable. It penetrated out wet clothes and chilled our bodies. I shivered suddenly. The rock was uncomfortable. We squirmed continuously as the rough edges dug into our muscles. Fog, now almost impenetrable, swirled slowly through the black foliage, throwing dark shadows here and there in wraithlike patterns. Grotesque forms appeared and gaped at us only to disappear and leave out eyes red and tear-stained from the strain.
Brooks pulled out a cigarette and lit it nervously. I knew he wasn't enjoying it. It couldn't be worth the effort. Perhaps it gave him something to do with his free hand. It was then that I discovered that I was unconsciously clicking the cylinder release on my revolver back and forth. Brooks gave me a dirty look and I stopped.
The chattering and snarling from the thicket came only intermittently now. I tried to guess the leader's plan. Was he waiting for reinforcements? No. Not likely. There couldn't be too many of them in these hills and this no doubt was the entire pack. Planning to attack? This was more reasonable. No doubt they would hit us in one mad rush. Yes, a single massed attack at the time of their choosing. They would certainly wait until dark at any rate.
Damn those coolies! Where were they? The lazy, unreliable boneheads! Have they bedded down for the night, No, they would want a village with all the comforts attached. They'll come.
It was almost dark now. We kept straining to see through the gray mist. We were cold and wet. Our close clung to us. A black and yellow striped leech crawling up the rock fastened itself on Brooks boot. The leech, unsure of its prey, stopped and listened, weaving its upright body slowly in the air. I reached down and plucked it off the wet leather. Half-consciously, I rolled the worm in my fingers trying to crush it. It was too rubbery. I flung it to the trail in sudden disgust.
The chattering around us was growing noticeably louder. Sudden loud and urgent growls portended something new in the offing. "Brooks, this is it." Shoot to kill this time and pray."
I remember giving him one last look. We had met in Kathmandu only the year before. Already he had become a friend that I could know forever. I cocked the .38 and waited. "George" Brooks whispered excitedly - "They've stopped talking."
An uncanny and eerie silence pervaded the air. What was happening? I raised myself a bit higher on the rock. If they were crawling in for the attack, we had to make every shot count. In the bad light a .38 would not be a very effective weapon, and they wouldn't be afraid this time. But not a movement was discernible. Not a sound could be heard. We waited anxiously; sweat adding to the soddenness of our clothes. "Damn it George, where are they?" Then a sound from the right, a cracking of a twig.
"They're coming down the trail George, can you see them?" A form appeared moving cautiously toward us. There was another. I sighted the barrel of the .38 at the leading figure in the mist. Almost now, a bit closer.
"Sahib?""Sahib," a voice called in the darkness. I hesitated a moment and then came a sudden realization. "Brooks, Brooks! It's the coolies." Thank God. We're okay now. "Shiva we're here. Shiva, on the rock, come ahead."
Beautiful, lovely Shiva…. my Gurkha foreman, boss of the porters. One of the finest men I've ever known - can ever hope to know. A loyal dependable quiet little man whose resource and strength lay deep within him. Not on the surface. A look from him had more effect on the Sherpas than a whiplash would have had. For me, he was always there when I needed him. I needed him now. He was here!
"Sahib, you okay? We hear shots. We come up quick."
"God Almighty, we thank you," Brooks murmured.
"Yes Shiva, we're okay now," I said.
"Let's go home."
My staff and friends back in Kathmandu got quite a laugh when we described our experience on the ridge near Gosainkund. Several wanted to go back immediately, but the monsoon was on us and the torrents made mountain travel out of the question. When the rains had spent their fury, my medical duties took me twice again through the same region. I never saw the animals again.
What was it that we saw?
A mutant species that man has not yet categorized? Some kind of ape; large, erect, adapted to the high altitudes; made antisocial by its self-imposed isolation, jealous of any invasion of its realm? Perhaps.
Or was it an entirely new species? An undiscovered animal? A leftover remnant of prehistoric day? A creature clever enough to elude the curiosity of man, inhabiting an area still almost wholly unpenetrated by even the Sherpas who seldom stray from the time worn trails?
From 1816 to 1951 the country of Nepal for all intent and purpose was close to the outside world. Even today only a handful of outsiders have explored but a tiny portion of this land. Yet it was this handful - more interested in climbing mountains than foraging for new species that brought back tales and evidence of a mysterious creature they call the yeti.
One thing is certain. Whatever science will some day discover it to be, the creature humankind has called the abominable snowman is there in the Himalayan heights.
I know. I met it there on the pilgrim trail from Tarke Ghyang.
George Moore, M.D.. October, 1952-3.
Artist Mort Kunstler reconstructed the scenes from descriptions furnished by Dr. Moore.
This story © Sports Afield 1957 was generously contributed by Tom Cousino

Ivan Sanderson, "Things", 1967

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Ivan Sanderson, "Things", 1967, Pyramid Books Chapter 8 (pages 80-93)- "The Maricoxi"
Reports of the continued existence of extreme primitives, usually covered in a profuse growth of furry hair; submen of both pigmy and average man-size; and possibly of some sub-hominoid (as opposed to truly sub-hominid) types have for some time been received from several widely separated points in South America. They are not, however, as numerous as those emanating from North America or Asia, and very few are detailed or specific. Nevertheless, neither the archives of local newspapers nor even the more serious popular periodicals, scientific journals, or books published in the South American countries have as yet been properly perused for data relative to this subject. Not a little mention of the matter has also been made by foreigners who have traveled in and written about that continent but it appears that this has likewise been mostly ignored.
The major sources of these reports, geographically speaking, are, the eastern slopes of the Colombian-Ecuadorian north Andean Massif; the Guiana Massif; the upper reaches of the Peruvian-Bolivian-Chilean Andes; certain of the southern Chilean Islands; and the area of the Matto Grosso. In the first, in addition to a rumored man-sized type, there is a hairy pigmy called locally the Shiru; in the second area there is a tradition of a larger, furred hominid called the Didi; from the third, have come certain affidavits signed at the request of the police, asserting encounters with a very large hairy hominoid of bestial appearance that would seem to compare very favorably with descriptions of the giant Sasquatches of Canada; reports from the fourth area stem from a remarkable 17th century publication, but have recently been augmented from other sources. The fifth and last major area is far the most pregnant of reports both in time and space, and it is at this area that we will herewith direct our attention.
No simple definition of the area is possible since its limits are ill defined. However, if one traces the thousand-foot (or the 300-meter) contour from just south of the mouth of the Amazon to the southwest, parallel to the valley of the Madeira, thence southeast along the Brazilian border to the 20th parallel, then east to the valley of the Parana, and finally north, via Goyaz, to the Maranhao Tocantins Valley and down to the north Brazilian coastal lowlands, one will have roughly encircled the territory from which a group of related reports have emanated. This great block is mostly rather dry woodland, but it contains in the northern parts extensive, tall, equatorial closed-canopy forest, covering the lower altitudes, and true, dry scrublands or Caatinga at higher altitudes. Most of it lies in the State of Matto Grosso, and is still known officially, as well as popularly, as the Tierra Incognita. Land clearance has been steadily encroaching from the southwest, south, southeast, and east for a century but neither it nor even exploration has yet really touched the main body of the area.
Since time immemorial, as it now transpires, the better organized Amerindian peoples who lived around this territory took for granted the existence therein of extremely primitive peoples of various kinds, which they appear to have regarded as being closer to what we would term "animals" than to themselves. It must not be overlooked, however, that, in this respect the South American Amerinds do not--or, at least originally did not--subscribe to our concepts of humanity, bestiality, or deity; in fact, it is clear that in some cases at least all three blended into one systematic plan along with whole hosts of other entities that we might call "spirits" and so forth. Thus, when asked what some creature, to which they had assigned a particular name, might be, they might just as readily give an answer that meant, to them, people so low in the scheme of things in their estimation as to be (again, to them) mere animals, as they might say that they were animals that walked on the ground on their two hind legs. Then again, there is definite evidence that in the area of which we speak, the more advanced (though still unsullied by contact with outsiders) tribesmen did not draw a line between what we call man and animal at any point, such as at the use of a comprehensible language, or of tools, nor even the knowledge of fire.
Since the arrival of the Portuguese, reports of bestial and dangerous sub-humans (some, forms of terrifying and seemingly sub-hominoid aspect) have filtered out of the hinterland in a more or less steady stream. Most of these accounts were singularly unspecific, having passed through the mouths of successive rings of detribalized and semi-civilized natives, half-breeds, white settlers of lower education, and finally through established country folk, before reaching the fully civilized great cities. Along the line, the description of the creatures is usually lost, while the accounts of their actions become enhanced and ever more exaggerated. The end product is a mere story with a name attached to it, like that of the Mapinguary. Nevertheless, these stories display a rather remarkable singularity while they may be divided rather clearly, on the regional grounds of their origin, into several quite distinct and readily recognizable types. One of the better known and most outstanding is of creatures that are invariably alleged to tear the tongues out of cattle after they have killed them.
This writer had supposed until recently that these extreme primitives or submen had not been directly reported upon either by educated Brazilians or visiting foreigners. This, however, turns out not to be the case at all. Due possibly to an increased interest in the whole matter of the possibility of living submen still being found, both in the popular press and through the medium of such books as that of Heuvelmans, quite a number of firsthand accounts are now coming to us; while others are ever more frequently being pointed out in published works. These latter have been overlooked but among them are some very specific and categorical statements. By far the most outstanding so far located are some made by none other than Colonel P. H. Fawcett, made world famous by his dramatic and still unexplained disappearance with his eldest son in this area. Colonel Fawcett's diaries were preserved up to this last fatal expedition, and were published by his son, Brian Fawcett, under the title Lost Trails, Lost Cities, from which edition the following extracts are taken.
Colonel Fawcett made an expedition in company of two Englishmen named Manley and Costin, from Bolivia into southwestern Matto Grosso, in the year 1914. They reached the Guapore River, a tributary of the Madeira, at about 14° S. 60° W. and then proceeded north and then east into the Cordilheira dos Parecis. After some weeks they stumbled upon an Amerindian people calling themselves the Maxubis, who were sun worshippers and showed many signs of having been descended from a once much more highly cultured people, for they had names for all the visible planets. After staying with them for some time the party proceeded for some days northeast into completely uninhabited and undisturbed forest. On the fifth day, they hit a trail. Col. Fawcett then writes:
"As we stood looking from right to left, trying to decide which direction was the more promising, two savages appeared about a hundred yards to the south, moving at a trot and talking rapidly. On catching sight of us they stopped dead and hurriedly fixed arrows to their bows, while I shouted to them in the Maxubi tongue. We could not see them clearly for the shadows dappling their bodies, but it seemed to me they were large, hairy men, with exceptionally long arms, and with foreheads sloping back from pronounced eye ridges, men of a very primitive kind, in fact, and stark naked. Suddenly they turned and made off into the undergrowth, and we, knowing it was useless to follow, started up the north leg of the trail.
"It was not long before sundown, when, dim and muffled through the trees, came the unmistakable sound of a horn. We halted and listened intently. Again we heard the horn call, answered from other directions till several horns were braying at once. In the subdued light of evening, beneath the high vault of branches in this forest untrodden by civilized man, the sound was as eerie as the opening notes of some fantastic opera. We knew the savages made it, and that those savages were now on our trail. Soon we could hear shouts and jabbering to the accompaniment of the rough horn calls--a barbarous, merciless din, in marked contrast to the stealth of the ordinary savage. Darkness, still distant above the treetops, was settling rapidly down here in the depths of the wood, so we looked about us for a camping site which offered some measure of safety from attack, and finally took refuge in a tacuara thicket. Here the naked savages would not dare to follow because of the wicked, inch-long thorns. As we slung our hammocks inside the natural stockade we could hear the savages jabbering excitedly all around, but not daring to enter. Then, as the last light went, they left us, and we heard no more of them.
"Next morning there were no savages in our vicinity, and we met with none when, after following another well-defined trail, we came to a clearing where there was a plantation of mandioca and papaws. Brilliantly colored toucans croaked in the palms as they picked at the fruit, and as no danger threatened we helped ourselves freely. We camped here, and at dusk held a concert in our hammocks, Costin with a harmonica, Manley with a comb, and myself with a flageolet. Perhaps it was foolish of us to advertise our presence in this way; but we were not molested, and no savage appeared.
"In the morning we went on, and within a quarter of a mile came to a sort of palm-leaf sentry-box, then another. Then all of a sudden we reached open forest. The undergrowth fell away, disclosing between the tree boles a village of primitive shelters, where squatted some of the most villainous savages I have ever seen. Some were engaged in making arrows, others just idled--great apelike brutes who looked as if they had scarcely evolved beyond the level of beasts.
"I whistled, and an enormous creature, hairy as a dog, leapt to his feet in the nearest shelter, fitted an arrow to his bow in a flash, and came up dancing from one leg to the other till he was only four yards away. Emitting grunts that sounded like 'Eugh! Eugh! Eugh!' he remained there dancing, and suddenly the whole forest around us was alive with these hideous ape-men, all grunting 'Eugh! Eugh! Eugh!' and dancing from leg to leg in the same way as they strung arrows to their bows. It looked like a very delicate situation for us, and I wondered if it was the end. I made friendly overtures in Maxubi, but they paid no attention. It was as though human speech were beyond their powers of comprehension.
"The creature in front of me ceased his dance, stood for a moment perfectly still, and then drew his bowstring back till it was level with his ear, at the same time raising the barbed point of the six-foot arrow to the height of my chest. I looked straight into the pig-like eyes half hidden under the overhanging brows, and knew that he was not going to loose that arrow yet. As deliberately as he had raised it, he now lowered the bow, and commenced once more the slow dance, and the 'Eugh! Eugh! Eugh!'
"A second time he raised the arrow at me and drew the bow back, and again I knew he would not shoot. It was just as the Maxubis told me it would be. Again he lowered the bow and continued his dance. Then for the third time he halted and began to bring up the arrow's point. I knew he meant business this time, and drew out a Mauser pistol I had on my hip. It was a big, clumsy thing, of a caliber unsuitable to forest use, but I had brought it because by clipping the wooden holster to the pistol-butt it became a carbine, and was lighter to carry than a true rifle. It used .38 black powder shells, which made a din out of all proportion to their size. I never raised it; I just pulled the trigger and banged it off into the ground at the ape-man's feet.
"The effect was instantaneous. A look of complete amazement came into the hideous face, and the little eyes opened wide. He dropped his bow and arrow and sprang away as quickly as a cat to vanish behind a tree. Then the arrows began to fly. We shot off a few rounds into the branches, hoping the noise would scare the savages into a more receptive frame of mind, but they seemed in no way disposed to accept us, and before anyone was hurt we gave it up as hopeless and retreated down the trail till the camp was out of sight. We were not followed, but the clamor in the village continued for a long time as we struck off northwards, and we fancied we still heard the 'Eugh! Eugh! Eugh!' of the enraged braves."
These creatures were apparently called Maricoxis by the Maxubis. They dwelt to their northeast. Due east there were said to be another group of short, black people, covered with hair, who were truly cannibalistic and hunted humans for food, cooking the bodies over a fire on a bamboo spit and tearing off the meat. These the Maxubis regarded as merely loathsome and lowly people. On a later trip, Colonel Fawcett was told of an "ape-people" who lived in holes in the ground, were also covered with dark hair, and were nocturnal, so that they were known in surrounding areas as the Morcegos or Bat-People. These types are called Cabelludos or "Hairy People" by the Spanish-speaking, and Tatus, or armadillos, by several Amerindian groups because they live in holes like those animals. Fawcett also records forest Amerinds as telling him that the Morcegos have an incredibly well-developed sense of smell which prompts even these acute hunters to suggest that they have some "sixth sense."
The full significance of these passages, and the information they contain, may not at first be apparent. So "incredible" do they appear when read out of context, one forgets that, read in context by one not especially interested in the niceties of physical anthropology or ethnology, and who has never heard of the possibility of submen (or "Apemen" as they used to be called) existing, they may hardly be noticed at all. The average reader of travelogues, and even the more erudite and the real aficionados among them, may read and pass over the most outrageous statements without comment. The real degree of analytical critique of the average well-educated person is enormously lower in specialties other than his own than is customarily believed. Even highly trained scientists may fail to note the significance of statements made in fields other than their own that are either, on the one hand, impossible or, on the other, of quite priceless worth.
There is, at the same time, at least in part, the legitimate attitude of the professional in the field concerned. This is naturally outright skepticism, amounting to a complete denial of the validity of the statement concerned. There is no published commentary on the passages from Fawcett's diaries reproduced above, that this writer has been able to find, by either anthropologists or anybody else. This can imply only one of two things. Either no anthropologist, or other person with training in other fields concerned, ever read said passages or, if they did, they either passed them over or decided then and there that they were so outrageous that they could only be straight fabrication. The non-specialists, such as reviewers of the book, newsmen, science-writers, and others, either missed the material entirely, failed to comprehend its significance, were unable to assess it, did not want to "stick their necks out," or took the view that it was mendacious and should therefore not be mentioned. None of these attitudes by either specialist or non-specialists is satisfactory. A proper assessment is called for.
Let us start with the author of those diaries--Colonel P. H. Fawcett. This man was no upstart. After formal education in England, he joined the Army, albeit rather reluctantly but, by the exercise of initiative and rectitude he was all too soon spotted by persons in authority as a young man of parts. On the recommendation of the Royal Geographical Society he was chosen to prosecute boundary surveys for South American Governments--not an endeavor that would be asked of or bestowed upon a nincompoop. These works he performed over a number of years on behalf of those governments and at their expense-and this point cannot be too strongly stressed, for this was almost an unique accomplishment for a foreigner, and especially an Anglo-Saxon--with much skill and with results that satisfied the most temperamental of those governments. Further, Fawcett was not passed over in his homeland. He was a recipient of a Gold Medal from the Society that had backed his selection, and he was much respected as an explorer and a person, as well as a consummate technician. Were those who bestowed upon this man these honors--both individuals and corporate bodies--all fools? Were they all misled as to the character, and sincerity, and knowledge of this man? Did they back him in his endeavors in South America again and again, knowing or feeling that he was nothing but a mystic? Frankly, that notion is preposterous. But, what is the alternative?
Percy Harrison Fawcett was a solid citizen, a serious student of that which he did not know, and an accomplished master of that which he did. In no circumstances could he be called a romancer and he never was so accused even by those who took the dimmest view of certain of his beliefs and who, as one scholar put it, considered that in one regard he was "chasing a moonbeam." In editing his father's diaries, Brian Fawcett interjects a wealth of further information about his father and gives us many sidelights on his personality. His central theme is that, while his father held certain views on certain subjects (outside his own specialties) which others in those fields considered quite unacceptable, he never once claimed to have made a discovery that directly supported his theories. Yet, he spent a lifetime collecting secondhand statements of facts that appeared to him to so support his beliefs. Had he been even one iota a charlatan, there was nothing to prevent him from claiming many of the latter for himself, and presenting them as evidence of his contentions; as so many others have done.
Colonel Fawcett was a professional surveyor, an explorer, and basically a geographer. He was not an ethnologist, anthropologist, or archaeologist but it was with these disciplines that he clashed, and it was towards the protagonists of the first that he most often expressed himself as feeling most bitter. In his extensive travels through hitherto unexplored territories he discovered many groups of people for the first time, lived with them, often acquired not a little of their language, recorded what of their customs he could, and attempted some classification of their origins. Much of all of this conflicted with established beliefs among ethnologists, and Fawcett's historical theories were at complete variance with what was then, and still is, accepted. Yet, while those theories were strongly criticized, the veracity of the facts he collected were never questioned. It was his assessment of them that was considered invalid.
It cannot be too strongly stressed that Fawcett was not particularly interested in lower cultures or the conduct of real primitives. Absolutely to the contrary, the whole theme and basis of his search was for evidence of higher cultures in South America, and it was on this score that he was, as quoted above, believed to be pursuing a phantom. However, Fawcett never went beyond speculation and he frankly admits that, apart from the established facts of upper Andean archaeology relative to such great stone works as Machu Picchu and Tiahuanaco, all he had to offer in support of his belief that there had once been a great civilization on upland Brazil, were some old documents of uncertain veracity, a mass of legends, and some indications of past glories noticeable in the tribal life of certain indigenes. If he had once said that he had stumbled upon one of the great-lost cities that he sought and had they failed to bring out any proof of his discovery, his word could well have been doubted. But, he never did. His encounter, quoted above, is moreover in a way exactly contrary to the main object of his travels at that time. He was searching for an unknown civilization of higher rank, not for sub-humans.
This puts his account of the hairy Maricoxis in an entirely different light, quite apart from the fact that his word was never doubted, that he had two reliable witnesses, and that what he saw was both before and afterwards confirmed by others, in that reports relayed to him by several people described exactly what he had seen without the relaters knowing anything of what he did see. We are therefore compelled to accept this report in toto; and this means simply that, in the year 1914, there were living to the northeast of the Parecis Range in the Matto Grosso, what were apparently tribal groups of fully-haired hominids of grossly primitive aspect, and in no possible way descended from or related to the Amerindian aborigines of the Americas.
This presents anthropologists with a problem that, without a considerable knowledge of the worldwide investigation of what has come to be called for simplicity's sake that of "ABSMs" (a term derived from the name "abominable snowman" given to an alleged form or forms of submen or subhominids in the Himalayas) is virtually unsurmountable. However, if the matter of ABSMs is taken into consideration, the seeming impossibilities of the facts related by Fawcett may be readily dispelled, though a very drastic revision of certain large areas of currently accepted theory of the past history of the hominids is thereby called for.
It was the original belief of anthropologists that the Americas, while the home of some primitive primates such as Tarsioids and obviously either the place of origin or the only retreat of so-called American Monkeys (or Platyrrhini) and Marmosets, was never invaded by any higher forms of Primates (the True Monkeys and the Apes) until the arrival over the Bering Strait of the Eskimos and the Amerinds, and this at a very late post-glacial date, to boot. The discovery of Folsom Man led to the rather reluctant acceptance of the fact that what were euphemistically called "Ice age Indians" were spread over North America during the last glacial advance. With the refinement of radiocarbon and other dating methods, however, evidence of the presence of human hunters prior to such as Folsom Man both in North and Central America has had to be pushed back in time very considerably, putting them in the middle and perhaps even in the first interglacial period. Evidence from South America is not as yet by any means so full or concrete but cultures of most extreme antiquity are now alleged there; and right the way down to the southern tip of the continent.
Nevertheless, there is still not an iota of evidence, in the fossil or any other state, of a single higher primate on the one hand, or subman (such as a Neanderthaler) or subhominid (such as an Australopithecine or a Pithecarithropine) on the other, ever having reached or lived in the New World. Further, although concrete evidence of tool making man has been pushed back a long way, the earliest manifestations of this in the Americas is still a long way short of the terminal dates given for the existence of subhominids and even submen in the Old World. What is more, there is no reason to suppose that the earliest "men" to reach the Americas were other than Modern Man or that any of them arrived by any route other than the Bering Strait, and this alone would at first appear to exclude the possibility of any more primitive forms ever having done so.
This belief long ago became an axiom; but is it valid?
There is now considerable reason to suppose that it is not; while, it is the very fact that there was only this one entrance passage (the Bering Strait) from the Old World to the New, which makes it possible, if not probable, that at least Submen if not also some Subhominids did so enter the Americas long before the arrival of the first Modern Man on the scene. At the same time, it would equally well explain why the True Monkeys and the Apes did not do so, for they are tropical and warm-temperate forms.
Leaving the possibility of Subhominids entering the New World aside for discussion at another time, let us concentrate upon those Submen which may be equated with the true Neanderthalers of Eurasia and other hominids of equivalent development and similar generic features--related forms, such as Rhodesian and Solo Submen. The true Neanderthalers were actually considerably advanced culturally, making fine instruments of stone and undoubtedly having the bow, knowledge of fire, and languages of human level. Moreover, they were spread from extreme Western Europe to farthest eastern Asia, and they lived immediately south of and adjacent to the extreme cold of the north during the second half of the recent southward ice-advances. In fact, they were essentially a subarctic life form. That they may have been clothed in furry hair seems not to have been much considered but, despite certain modern assertions that hairiness does not necessarily imply any special protection from cold, the notion does not exactly conflict with what is seen among other mammals such as the woolly mammoths and rhinoceroses.
If, therefore, early Modern Man could cross the Bering Strait at a very early date, and the Eskimos could do so, there is no argument that may be erected against the possibility that a subarctic race of Subman could not also have done so at a still earlier date. Further, even if the strait was wider then than now, and Neanderthalers did not have primitive boats or rafts, they could quite well have crossed over the ice in winter. There is also another consideration.
Until the discoveries of Dart and Broom in South Africa, and Leakey in East Africa, there was current a strange and illogical impression that subhominids were completely bestial and had not developed tools or weapons of any kind. Although very fine tools had been found in association with and were referred to Neanderthalers almost since the time of their discovery, the idea that some of the pre-Amerindian implements dug up in the Americas might have been fashioned by such creatures simply was not mooted. If anything as primitive as an Australopithecine could make his bone tools and the Zinjanthropines theirs of stone, there can likewise be no argument against some of the very crude artifacts discovered in lower strata in the Americas having been made at least by Submen.
Once in North America, there was plenty of time for submen to expand widely before the arrival of the first Modern Man, though we must bear in mind that early Man was probably contemporary with many Submen, while the latter appear to have lingered on until today all over the uplands of eastern Eurasia (vide: Reports of the Special Commission of the Academy of Sciences of the U.S.S.R.). Despite the fact that the Neanderthalers were subarctic creatures, they seem to have been just as adaptable as Modern Man, and they were probably a lot "tougher," so that migration south, via the uplands of Central America to the Andes and thence down to the temperate regions of southern South America, would not be a hardship or in any way impossible. Further, if Submen did reach the New World, and if the reports of ABSMs from these continents, and especially from North America, are correct it would seem that they expanded in other directions also, and into both colder and warmer environments than those to which they were initially accustomed. Reports of fully haired hominids of subhuman appearance have been made from all across northern Canada to Labrador, and even to the Canadian Islands, Greenland, and all down the western mountains from Alaska to Idaho and northern California. Also, there remain traditions of them throughout the southwestern United States; and they are again alleged still to exist in the Sierra Madre Occidental of Mexico, in Chiapas, and in Guatemala. Then, as we pointed out at the outset, they are scattered all over South America, where they have in some cases apparently been driven down into comparatively low and very hot and humid forest regions though always, be it noted, in mountainous territory.
In view of these facts--if facts they be--Colonel Fawcett's report and his description of the creatures he encountered may, and should be regarded in quite another light. From the impossible, it becomes at least possible, and, I would contend, in view of its author's reputation for extreme and almost pedantic veracity and devotion to detail, it must be elevated to the realm of the highest probability. Moreover, there are certain of the details given by Fawcett that may very materially strengthen this contention.
First, his description of the head of these Maricoxis is most specific, and is not to be matched with any description of any normal Amerindian. The reference to the small, round eyes, close together and seeming to look "straightforward" as those of apes appear to do, also coincides exactly with many descriptions given by those who, all over the world, say that they have met ABSMs face to face and at extreme close range. And do not forget that Fawcett was only a few feet from one of these creatures. The use of bows and arrows does not, as we have seen, conflict with "possibility": nor does it with some reports of ABSMs from Asia. But, most significant of all is undoubtedly the curious (and at first reading, almost laughable) matter of their chanting.
Colonel Fawcett describes or transliterates the sound made by these Maricoxis as "Eugh! Eugh!"--namely, as I appraise it, "OOgh, OOgh, OOgh" with the initial "Eu" sound as in the French "UE" in rue. If this be so, it exactly describes sounds alleged to have been made by a form of ABSM now commonly known as the Sasquatch of Canada, as given by a Mr. Albert Ostman in his extraordinary account of having been held captive by such creatures for a week. Mr. Ostman is of Swedish origin and has a distinct accent. He gave it as "Ugh-Ugh-Ugh" but, in an interview, reproduced the sound again with the initial French ue.
The only conclusion we can therefore draw is, I contend, an acceptance of the fact that there were Neanderthaloid-type Submen living in the Matto Grosso in 1914. There is no reason to suppose that they are not still living there.
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Ivan Sanderson, "Things", 1967, Pyramid Books
Chapter 9 (pages 93-107) -The Toonijuk
The possibility of the continued existence of some fully haired or furred human primitives, submen, or even possibly subhominids on the continent of North America has now for long been mooted. Most of these have originated from north of a line that may be drawn from about the 40th parallel (i.e. 80 miles north of San Francisco) on the west coast of the United States; north up the eastern face of the Cascades; around the Guttered Scablands of Oregon; to the Idaho Rockies in the region of the Salmon River. Thence, this line of southern demarcation crosses the Rockies to their eastern face in Montana, and then runs (back) northwest to the lower Nahanni Valley about the Laird River in the Canadian Northwest Territories. From that point it travels southeast through the northern third of Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba to the south of the great Clay Belt, rimming James Bay of Hudson Hay, and thence continues almost due cast to Cape St. Charles at the eastern extremity of Labrador. Immediately west of Lake Superior, however, one report emanates from the true wilderness area of extreme northern Minnesota.
These reports were previously for the most part concentrated around the lower Fraser River area of British Columbia, and north up the coast of that province. In this area Burns and others have reported upon many dozen cases of alleged sightings of such creatures and finds of their foot-tracks. They are, in that area, called Sasquatches, a coined name derived from several similar-sounding names for them given by various indigenous Amerindian tribes. The existence of such very large if not truly "giant" (seven feet or over) creatures thereabouts has always been fully accepted by the Amerinds and of later years has become quite widely current among white people. In the unopened strip of forested territory along the coast and on the multitudinous islands off that coast their existence is fully accepted by everybody, and it is notable that when the Amerinds of that area speak of them in English, they call them "apes," though they still assert that they show many human traits--notably, being able to throw stones, over-arm, with great force and accuracy. It should be noted that as Prof. Kortlandt has recently suggested no animal, other than man, is known to be able to perform this act.
The matter of the Sasquatches, however, has until recently been considered so esoteric that anthropologists have not only failed to take it seriously but also have not found it worthwhile reading the reports, all of which have necessarily been by non-specialists without scientific training, and have, unfortunately, been published in the daily press or popular magazines. Nevertheless, the body of reports from the British Columbia area that are now on record--and including some official ones, and several sworn affidavits--is quite considerable, and at least one properly equipped scientific expedition was launched, in 1962, in pursuit of them.
There have, however, also been rumors and reports of similar creatures made throughout the past century, emanating from a very much wider area; in fact, from all over the subarctic and arctic regions of North America north of the line demarcated above, and all the way from Alaska to Labrador and north even it) Greenland. During the course of some twenty years' research into the question of what have unfortunately become popularly and almost universally known as "abominable snowmen" (and which we have recently designated "ABSM's"), a number of these reports came to our attention, but always secondhand, even as regards their alleged publication. It was therefore decided some years ago to endeavor to track down the original statements. This effort has now brought to light a number of important items, which are herewith preliminarily discussed, but none of these is yet in any way exhaustively researched, as will be noted in the body of the text below. From each, a number of further references have been obtained. At this stage of our investigations, however, we have to put on record our surprise at the wealth of this material, and even more so at the recent date of the publication of a great part of it. That such reports--and coming from persons of such standing as Knud V. J. Rasmussen --could be universally ignored, seems inexplicable.
As will be further discussed below, Gladwin, over a decade ago, suggested in a scientific-though in some aspects wholly unacceptable--context that several waves of extreme primitives (including some, in his opinion, of pigmy stature); of submen (in the form of Neanderthalers); and possibly even of subhominids, which we would today probably assign to the Pithecantbropine branch of the anthropoid stem of the Primates, crossed the Bering Strait and populated the Americas. If Gladwin was right in this basic suggestion, almost everything that we have to say hereunder displays perfect conformity.
Pre-Amerindian Man was in North America and probably South America. Nobody can any longer deny this fact, for these proto-Amerinds have left us too many artifacts and encampment sites that, by radiocarbon and other precise dating methods, have now been shown to be of origins prior to the last, and possibly even to the one-but-last, southward advance of the polar ice. There is no reason to suppose that all these types were wiped out prior to post-glacial times, and there is no evidence that they were so exterminated; while there is now considerable evidence that some may have survived until today in the vast and as yet unexplored territories of the far north.
The Eskimos of today maintain a large body of tradition about a race of very primitive people with revolting habits who occupied their territories prior to their own arrival. This tradition spreads all the way from Alaska to Greenland and throughout the Canadian Arctic Islands. These creatures are said to have been very tall, fully haired, dim-witted and retiring; but to have fought savagely among themselves, been carnivorous, and to have gone naked, though they built circular encampments of very large stones with whale-rib and skin roofs. The Eskimos say they had primitive stone and bone implements. They are referred to today on Baffin Island and north to Greenland as "Toonijuk" but are called by many different though similar names to the west.
This tradition has been reported upon by many, including Rasmussen and, most notably, by Katharine Scherman in her Spring on an Arctic Island. Rasmussen has even stated that some of these creatures existed in Greenland within the current century but were driven up into some "inaccessible valleys" by Eskimos. This, as Scherman has pointed out, seems hardly credible, since the interior of that country immediately behind the narrow coastal strip is an ice cap. However, there are still large areas of Greenland not fully explored despite massive air-travel over much of its periphery. Also, the extreme north, around the Cape Maurice Jesup area, is not glaciated and is extremely hard of access over land, and even from the sea, due to its fjord-like topography.
These Toonijuk are said by the Eskimos to have been of giant size and to have had some exceptional and, to them as well as to us, disgusting habits. They are said to have preferred rotten meat and, it is alleged, their females tucked meat under their clothing (?) to promote decomposition by their body-warmth. Further, since they did not know how to cure skins, they are said to have wetted them and then worn these raw to dry them; and then to have used them for bedding. Perhaps the most peculiar custom ascribed to the Toonijuk, as reported by Scherman, is that young men were sewn up in fresh seal skins containing "worms" (maggots?) which, by sucking their blood, reduced their weight and so made them fleet, lightweight hunters. These maggots are believed by the Eskimos to have been fostered in the rotting carcasses of birds and one such--an auk--was said by Rasmussen to have been discovered in Greenland in his time and to have been declared by the local Eskimos to have been left there by a party of Toonijuk who, they said, had only just fled back into these "inaccessible valleys" of the interior.
While regarded as being utterly primitive, the Toonijuk are said to have lived in underground houses (though without sleeping platforms) and to have had pottery--or at least "cooking pots"--and some weapons. In Greenland, the Eskimos say that they went naked but that their bodies were covered with feather-like fur; in more westerly areas, they are said to have used skin clothing. Everybody agrees that they were very good hunters; could call game by voice or gesture; and were so strong that they could back [sic] an adult Bearded Seal. In addition to these details, Scherman records--from information obtained from the Eskimos of north Baffinland, as transcribed by P. J. Murdoch, an agent of the Hudson's Bay Company, who speaks fluent local Eskimo--that the Toonijuk were not dangerous to the Eskimo but, to the contrary, were very timid and cowardly, and were particularly afraid of dogs, which they apparently did not understand. All agree that they fought a great deal among themselves, but some Eskimos assert that their own ancestors hunted the Toonijuk down individually and so eventually exterminated them. Yet, Greenlanders insist that even today some linger on in their country but that they are excessively wary--in fact, more so than animals.
Scherman further notes that: "Until 1902 an extremely primitive tribe of Thule people lived on Southampton Island, and some of their customs were those (alleged to be) of the Toonijuk." (The Thule along with groups named the Dorset Islanders and the Sarquaq, constitute known previous inhabitants of the Canadian Islands and the far north.) Scherman (1955) herself visited what was then stated by the Eskimos of Baffinland to be a Toonijuk settlement on Bylot Island, and gives a clear description of it.
In a small isolated valley her party was shown a series of circular mounds. These proved to be composed of very large stories half buried in the permafrost. Each circle was dug out and had obviously once been roofed; they were entered by what had been a three-foot high tunnel; were paved with large flat stones; and had stone benches at the back. Around the walls were very old rotten bones of the Greenland Right Whale. The party was greatly impressed by the ability of' the original builders to have dug so deeply into the permafrost with only crude stone and bone implements; and, even more so, by their having transported these enormous stones, which were not of local origin, even if they had had the use of dogs and sleds. Their Eskimo companions told them that the Toonijuk could lift rocks that no Eskimo could handle; that their houses were roofed with whale ribs; and that two whale jawbones were placed on either side of the entrance tunnel. However, this site, as Scherman remarks, showed abundant signs of having been occupied by Eskimos for long and frequent periods since its original construction.
It is most significant to note that the description of these round-houses coincides very closely with the Neolithic "Round-Houses" of the Shetlands, Orkneys, and the Hebrides off the coast of Scotland, which also were circular, sunk about three feet, surrounded by stone walls that rose some three feet above the ground, and had domed roofs made of a "wheel" of large whale ribs over which skins, peat-sod, or other insulating material was placed. The Eskimo still make stone igloos with ingeniously constructed roofs of overlapping stone slabs and which also have tunnel entrances--but they are of nothing like the size described; nor do the stones of which they are built in any way approach the size of those used in the structures said to have been built by the Toonijuk.
But of even more interest is the description of a nearby cairn of very large stones, which had partly collapsed. The interior of this is said to have been hollow, and in it lay a number of large human bones. One of the party leaned in and extracted what is said to have been a female pelvis; but, as there were no professional anthropologists in the party, they very properly replaced this and closed up the cairn to the best of their ability. Scherman quite rightly makes a strong plea for this site to be visited by competent experts and thoroughly examined before such potentially priceless relics finally disintegrate; and she ends by asking the pertinent question "Aside from the Toonijuk, if they ever existed, who else could have been here?"
Her only other thought is that they could have been Norsemen, whose sturdy build and stature, greater than that of the Eskimo, coupled with their propensity for feuding, might have given rise to legends that in time became transferred from one alien race to another; and she ends with the extremely significant remark that there were traditions and apparently detailed knowledge of White Men among the Eskimos long before recorded history. What is more, Scherman goes on: to the effect that in the year 1632, Captain Luke Foxe of the vessel "Charles" stated that he visited an island upon which he found no living people but a large number of small graves in which were tiny human skeletons only four feet in length, surrounded by bows, arrows, and bone lances. They were all adults, and there is some implication that not all of them were skeletons but might have been whole frozen bodies. His actual report goes as follows:
"This island doth lie in 64d. and 10m. of latitude; [footnote 1: There is no island exactly in this latitude. Probably the observation is somewhat out, and that one of the islands off Cape Fullerton is the island in question] and I took this place to be the m. e. end of Sir Thomas Buttons Ut ultra [footnote 2: It seems from the narrative that Foxe must have passed near Tom Island. As he makes no mention of having seen it, the fog-banks probably prevented him (from doing so).] I could see to the northeastwards of this at least ten leagues, but no land at east, or southeast, it being as cleare an evening as could be imagined. The land to be seen was from the north northeast to the west southward.
"The news from land was that this island was a Sepulchre, for the savages had laid their dead (I cannot say interred), for it is all stone, as they cannot dig therein, but lay the corpse on the stones, and wall them about with the same, coffining them also by laying the sides of old sleds about, which have been artificially made. The boards are some nine or ten feet long, four inches thick. In what manner the tree they have been made out of was cloven or sawen, it was so smooth as we could not discern, the burials had been so old.
"And, as in other places of those countries, they bury all their utensils, as bows, arrows, strings, darts, lances, and other implements carved in bone. The longest corpse was not above four feet long, [footnote 3: They seem to be People of small stature. God send me better for my adventures than these.] with their heads laid to the vest. It may be that they travel, as the Tartar and the Semoaid; for, if they had remained here, there would have been some newer burials. There was one place walled four-square, and seated within with earth each side was four or five yards in length; in the middle was three stones, laid one above another, man's height. We took this to be some place of ceremony at the burial of the dead."
Nothing further is recorded or known of this discovery; nor has the island itself been relocated. Again, Scherman notes that the present-day Baffinland Eskimos firmly believe that there were, in addition to the giant Toonijuk, a race of very small humans, or pigmies, in the Canadian Arctic before the coming of their own people. And, once again, we may note that hardby, in the neolithic Round-Houses of the west European Isles, there remains a very strong tradition and much legend about "Little People" (Pixies, Elves, Leprechauns, and so forth) who are said to have inhabited the adjacent hills in early times.
We should note also that Gladwin's theory envisions one of the waves of humanoids that entered the New World as being a race of pigmy stature, related to the ancestors of the Negritos and Negrillos, whom he suggests arrived here after the Neanderthalers but before the Amerinds and the Eskimos. There is nothing impossible in this, for pigmies need not have "black" skins or inhabit the tropics; nor, conversely, need the skins of any who reached the Arctic have been pale yellow. The skin-color of animals is probably due more to percentage of oxygenation rather than to temperature, quantity, or periodicity of sunlight--vide: the work of Fage, Derouet and W. D. and M. P. Burbanck and Edwards on albinism in cave animals. Primitives of small stature--four to five feet--could have been of any skin-color; and just because all known living "pigmies" have dark skins means nothing.
In 1953, a most curious little book entitled (perhaps somewhat appropriately) The Strangest Story Ever Told, was privately published in New York by a Miss Virginia Colp, in the name of her father, Harry D. Colp. In a preface, Miss Colp explains that this, as an MSS, was found by her mother among the possessions of her late father, then some years deceased. The slim volume, only 46 pages in length, presents a straightforward story, starting in the year 1900 and ending in 1925. It is published without comment.
There is no confirmatory evidence presented in the book, and we have been unable to trace all through other sources. Search has been instituted for the other persons named or mentioned in the incidents recorded but all would now be gentlemen of very advanced age, while the original author states categorically that he had given his word that he would not disclose their names. (His daughter cannot be expected to break this trust.)
The book is divided into seven chapters, each of which gives an account of incidents that were alleged to have occurred to a number of people in a somewhat limited wilderness area east of Thomas Bay--and centered apparently around the headwaters of the Patterson River--on the coast of the Alaskan Panhandle. Thomas Bay opens inshore from Kupreanof Island, which lies about halfway between Juneau and Wrangell. The latter is just south of the mouth of the Stikine River and is on the north tip of Wrangell Island.
The story begins in 1900. Harry Colp at that time was resident in Wrangell where he apparently worked for a small sawmill. He had three partners in prospecting enterprises. These he names "Charlie,""John," and "Fred," for purposes of identification. It appears that the first named had learned from an old Amerindian that free-gold quartz in quantity was exposed on a scree in the area named, and the other three partners staked him to a trip by boat to investigate. He left in early May and returned a month later entirely dispossessed but for his canoe, a paddle, and the clothes he wore. He brought a piece of quartz, shot through with gold flecks. He refused to discuss his trip and borrowed money to take a ship out of Alaska for good. Before leaving, however, he told Colp his story.
Shorn of irrelevant details, this is to the effect that, having climbed a tree on a hill to get his bearings after some days of prospecting, he saw a band of humanoid creatures, covered in thick hair, rushing towards him up a slope. He described them as "the most hideous creatures. I couldn't call them anything but devils, as they were neither men nor monkeys, yet looked like both. They were entirely sexless [no visible genitalia or mammary glands presumably-Author] their bodies covered with long coarse hair, except where scabs and running sores replaced it.""Charlie" recounted that he had slid down the tree, thrown his already damaged gun at the first, and then run for his canoe, apparently most closely pursued by the creatures. He was unable to give a clear account of what followed but he finally found himself adrift, in the bottom of his boat, after dark, and managed to row back to Wrangell.
The next five chapters of the book relate the experiences of first "John" and "Fred"; then "John" and the author on two trips, three years apart; the author and a man named Bush; the author alone; and the author and a Norwegian identified only as "Ole." These trips took place respectively in July, 1900 (immediately after Charlie's return and departure); September of that year; 1906; 1908; and 1911. In 1914, Mr. Colp says that he sent in two men to investigate--a half-Russian and a Japanese; in 1919 he sent in three men but they came out in two weeks with three completely different stories--one that they had never been to Thomas Bay; one that they had gone to another part of it; and the third that they had gone to the area designated, up the Patterson River, and had found everything as Mr. Colp had previously stated, including two odd-shaped lakes--but no gold. This was the final enigma that apparently caused Mr. Colp to give up what had been almost a quarter of a century of investigation.
The complete contradictions in the stories of these three men were not by any means the oddest events alleged to have occurred in this district; and not only to them, but to Mr. Colp, himself, though he seems to have been less affected psychologically than any of the others. These events need not concern us except to remark that they sound not just improbable but altogether inexplicable. Through all these stories there runs, nonetheless, a thread of reference to hairy, stinking humanoids.
But it is the last chapter of Harry Colp's book that is the most interesting. In this he tells, albeit secondhand, the history of a trapper in 1925 who penetrated the same area but up the Muddy River from the south. This was related by a dairy farmer resident at the mouth of that river.
The trapper had laid a line of traps up to one of the odd-shaped lakes mentioned above but had had to take up this line because all the traps along it were sprung by some creature that left foot-tracks of a nature that this trapper had never encountered before in a lifetime in that general area. He tried to trap the creature itself but failed; and then, one night, his dog vanished after alarmed barking and a disturbance. Following its tracks he found them paralleled by the unknown's and then, at some distance, those of the dog stopped abruptly. The trapper followed the unknown's but discovered in time that it was just ahead of him for it made two complete circles back to the point where it had presumably picked up the dog!
The trapper described the tracks as being for distances bipedal but then--alternating with these stretches-quadrupedal. The hind prints he describes as "about seven inches long and looked as if they were a cross between a two-year-old bear's and a small barefooted man's tracks. You could see claw marks at the ends of the toes, toe pads and heavy heel marks; between toe-pad marks and heel marks was a short space where the foot did not bear so heavily on the ground, as if the foot were slightly hollowed or had an instep. The front set looked like a big raccoon's tracks, only larger."
It should be pointed out here that the Amerinds farther south on this coast speak of these creatures as "apes," in English; while several reports of the Meh-Teh type of ABSMs, made by native Nepalis in the Himalayas, speak of these creatures occasionally dropping onto all fours like a gorilla. Further, the outline of a raccoon's front feet is not unlike a diminutive man's but for the prominent claws.
The trapper is stated to have returned to his camp but never to have been seen again. His effects were found three weeks later, and a number of his traps were sprung.
Through the mail, the author has received over the past fifteen years a number of letters from interested parties, giving accounts of alleged ABSMs in a large number of localities spread all across Canada from the Mackenzie, Stikine, and Rocky Mountains in the west, to Labrador in the east. During the past years, over a hundred such letters have been received, but only two of these warrant comment at this time. The first relates an incident alleged to have occurred about 1911 in the northern tip of the State of Minnesota. As received (from a lady who was a resident of said district at the time) two men were hunting in the deep forest several miles from a small town in that state when they came upon some strange foot-tracks. Following these, they came up with what they described as "a human giant which had long arms and short, light hair, covering most of its body" (italics mine). One man remained while the other ran back to town, collected a posse, and returned. The woods were then beaten for a considerable distance but nothing more than the tracks were found. Northern Minnesota is on the southern fringe of the great northern boreal forests and, even today, little but a highroad separates it from them. If ABSMs existed in those forests in 1910, there is no reason why one should not have wandered south to this point. Of significance in this report is the color of the hair. It agrees with several reports of the larger Sasquatches.
The other item of interest is a series of new expressions on the nature of the famous "Wendigos" or "Wentigos" of the northern forest Amerinds. These ghosts, spirits, or demons of Amerindian myth and legend have always had much in common with the "Trolls" of Scandinavia and other traditional humanoid monsters in other parts of the northern subarctic. In a brief article for a Canadian magazine, a retired fur-trader related a description of Wentigos given to him by an old Cree of Amisk Lake, named George Custer. This, like other previous descriptions, stated that Wentigos were mentally unbalanced persons who did not respond to treatment by local medicine men and who, being exiled to the woods, developed certain supernatural aspects. However, George Custer's description mentions that medicine men could "smell" them at a great distance; that they traveled in packs like foxes; followed trails but always kept off them; defended themselves by biting; lived underground; and were finally exterminated by his people. In fact, it seems clear that there is much of ancient factual observation of ABSM-type primitives involved in the tradition of the Wendigo--a tradition that incidentally, is spread almost all across Canada. (The Wendigo, Windigo, Whitico, or "Ice-Giant" of the Algonquians is of the same tradition.)
One of the most extraordinary accounts of what we call ABSMs that has come to my attention may be found in a book entitled True North, by Elliott Merrick, and concerns certain affairs on the Traverspine River at a point where that stream flows into the Grand or Hamilton River near Goose Bay, Labrador; and specifically at the homestead of a family named Michelin. The date was about 1913. The author of this book regarded the report as a "ghost-story" and notes that such are very real in what he describes as "this land of scattered, lonely houses, and primitive fears." However, in the light of discoveries made since his book was published, one may perhaps now legitimately consider it in quite another light. It is best quoted directly; and for permission to do this we are indebted to the publishers, Messrs. Charles Scribner & Sons, of New York. The pertinent passage reads as follows:
"About twenty years ago one of the little girls was playing in an open grassy clearing one autumn afternoon when she saw come out of the woods a huge hairy thing with low hanging arms. It was about seven feet tall when it stood erect, but sometimes it dropped to all fours. Across the top of its head was a white mane. She said it grinned at her and she could see its white teeth. When it beckoned to her she ran screaming to the house. Its tracks were everywhere in the mud and sand, and later in the snow. They measured the tracks and cut out paper patterns of them, which they still keep. It is a strange-looking foot, about twelve inches long, narrow at the heel and forking at the front into two broad, round-ended toes. Sometimes its print was so deep it looked to weigh 500 pounds. At other times the beast's mark looked no deeper than a man's track. They set bear traps for it but it would never go near them. It ripped the bark off trees and rooted up huge rotten logs as though it were looking for grubs. They organized hunts for it and the lumbermen who were then at Mud Lake came with their rifles and lay out all night by the paths watching, but with no success. A dozen people have told me they saw its track with their own eyes and it was unlike anything ever seen or heard of. One afternoon one of the children saw it peeping in the window. She yelled and old Mrs. Michelin grabbed a gun and ran for the door. She just saw the top of its head disappearing into a clump of willows. She fired where she saw the bushes moving and thinks she wounded it. She says too that it had a ruff of white across the top of its head. At night they used to bar the door with a stout birch beam and sleep upstairs, taking guns and axes with them. The dogs knew it was there too, for the family would bear them growl and snarl when it approached. Often it must have driven them into the river, for they would be soaking wet in the morning. One night the dogs faced the thing and it lashed at them with a stick or club, which hit a corner of the house with such force it made the beams tremble. The old man and boys carried guns wherever they went, but never got a shot at it. For two winters it was there. They believe to this day it was one of the devil's agents or more likely 'the old feller' himself."
This item was kindly brought to our notice by Mr. Bruce S. Wright, Director of the Northeastern Wildlife Station, operated cooperatively by the Wildlife Management Institute of Washington, D. C. and the University of New Brunswick at Fredericton, N.B.
From the cases cited above, together with the now-massive reports of the Sasquatches--now having continued for over a century--and the numerous other isolated incidents claimed by people to have occurred all across Canada, it would seem manifest that at least one, if not two (should the pigmies of the Canadian Arctic Islands be rediscovered in skeletal form) types of hairy Primitives or submen were once widely distributed over the arctic and subarctic belts of North America. Further, it would now appear to be increasingly difficult to assert positively that none of these could have survived until today.
The obvious question is then--and it is quite permissible--what exactly might these creatures be?
We have mentioned the name of Gladwin. This student, though never professionally employed as an anthropologist or archaeologist, prosecuted a great deal of worthwhile and original fieldwork; and the foreword to his book was written by none less than Earnest Hooton. In this preface, moreover, Hooton states that, while several of Gladwin's opinions were not then acceptable to established thinking, his basic thesis required most careful consideration. This thesis states simply that several waves of Hominids passed over the Bering Strait from eastern Asia and thence spread all over the New World. Gladwin's chronology hints at, first, subhominids (such as Pithecanthropines) arriving; next, Neanderthal types; then representatives of what we call Primitives (as represented today by the Bushmen, the Negrillos, and the Negritos); then some early Modern Men of, in his estimation, a Proto-Caucasoid, or Australoid type; and finally the Mongoloid Amerinds and Eskimos.
Whether all these types did so immigrate to the New World is, of course, very far from being accepted: in fact, it is only very recently that it has even been considered that any hominids, other than modern Mongoloids, ever reached North America. But, the possibility that more primitive peoples did so, cannot be positively denied; while there seems to be some valid reason for supposing that some did. The Pekin Pithecanthropidae lived at the same latitude and on the edge of the same vegetational belt as the ABSMs of Canada, and we have recently received information from Professor B. F. Porshnev of the Russian Academy of Science that ABSMs have now been reported from far eastern Siberia. There is no reason why such creatures should not have crossed over the Bering Strait. If they did so, in either the first or middle Interglacial, along with several other large mammals, there is no reason why later, more developed types, such as the Neanderthalers (who were available in far eastern Asia) should not also have done so; and, still later, the Negrito-Negrillo or Pigmy type; then the Proto-Caucasoid, or Australoids; and, finally, Mongoloids. As each of these successive waves of more highly cultured races appeared, the former immigrants must have been pushed back into the less hospitable areas.
And, it is from just such areas throughout South, Central, and North America that reports of hairy primitives and other ABSMs emanate today!
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Ivan Sanderson, "Things", 1967, Pyramid Books
Chapter 10 (pages 107-21) -The Wudéwásá
In the 3rd of June, 1961, issue of the Illustrated London News, there appeared a reproduction of a plate from an English bestiary that was being put up for sale at Messrs. Sotheby's on the 6th of that month. The caption read: "Folio 16 of a late-15th-century English bestiary; a manuscript which also contains a herbal (17 by 11 inches). The four creatures depicted here are: an ostrich holding a nail in its beak (there was a mediaeval belief that they could eat iron), a ram, a wolf, and a 'wyld man.' This last has his body covered in hair--indicative of another mediaeval belief." This "wyld man" holds a snake in his right hand and a rough club in his left hand; his hands and feet are "naked" or hairless; he sports long curly hair, and a very generous moustache and beard. The hairiness of his body is formally represented by wavy lines, and he wears a belt so that it looks more as if he were clothed in an over-all, tight-fitting fur garment.
Since this depiction showed certain points of similarity to some early Mongolian brush drawings of Hun-guressu, namely the Gin Sung or "Bear Man" of the Chinese, or Dzu-Teh of the Nepalese--in other words the largest of the three types of those creatures which have come to be called "Abominable Snowmen" colloquially and collectively, that are alleged to occur in the eastern part of Eurasia--we decided to write to Messrs. Sotheby in the hope of obtaining further information on the bestiary in question and also with a view to obtaining sight of the document if possible. We received a most courteous and highly informative reply from that company, giving some extremely valuable new and unexpected information not only on the document in question but upon the whole matter of "wild men" in mediaeval illuminations of all manner of manuscripts other than bestiaries. They also drew our attention to a collection that they had sold on the 9th of December, 1958, under the title of Dyson Perrins, and with particular reference to Folio 82 (Plate 45 in their illustrated catalogue) of that collection, while further advising us that a high quality reproduction of said plate might be inspected in the Pierpont Morgan Library in New York.
Following this kind action and suggestion we inspected this document and thus came to the first of a series of most surprising and enlightening discoveries. In this research and for subsequent discoveries we are very deeply indebted to Miss Mary Kenway, Supervisor of Readers' Services of the Pierpont Morgan library, for it was she who called our attention to numerous other documents that displayed similar depictions.
This research culminated in a review of several dozens of both originals and reproductions of 8th to l6th century depictions, a reappraisal of two outstanding books-Apes and Ape Lore, 1952, by H. W. Janson, the Warbury Institute, University of London, and Wild Men in the Middle Ages, 1952, by Richard Bernheimer, Harvard University Press--and finally to similar depictions on Roman and Etruscan pottery, some very ancient silverware, and a number of bronzes.
Our findings may perhaps be claimed to be "discoveries," but only for one reason. This is that, although the individual figures in all these depictions have been fully catalogued by scholars, they do not appear to have been critically examined by anthropologists or zoologists with full knowledge of the literature pertaining to the field of what we have been constrained to call "ABSMs"--stemming from the inappropriate but now firmly established moniker "abominable snowmen," to cover all cases of existing or allegedly still existing haired Primitives, Submen (Neanderthaloids, et alii) and/or Subhominids (Pithecanthropines, Australopithecines, etc.), or even sub-hominoids such as Gigantopithecus. As a result, some very significant features of a number of these depictions of Wild Men, and of a number of others stated to be of apes and monkeys, have been entirely missed.
Upon such critical examination of these depictions, moreover, it seems to be clear that Dark Age and Middle Age European artists knew a very great deal more about the anatomy and external morphology of Primates than has been supposed; and that they went to particular pains to differentiate between seven distinct categories of Primates. These are:
(1) Lemurs, or Lemures, as living animals and as opposed to the lemuroid ghosts of the Romans;
(2) Monkeys--and with sub-distinction between the major groups, such as between baboons, langurs, and cercopithecoids;
(3) Apes, among which they knew only the Orangutan;
(4) "Woodhouses" or "Wudéwásá";
(5) simple Wild Men or "wild" humans, which they subdivided into various types such as troglodytes, and so forth;
(6) people dressed in costumes for fairs, carnivals, plays, and so forth, in imitation of Wudéwásá; and finally
(7) Human beings per se.
What is more, while much that is depicted by these artists is allegorical or has mythological connotations, the artists seem to have gone to much trouble to make a distinction between fact and fancy. One example will suffice.
The crude clubs carried by the Wudéwásá types are invariably of the same form and size, and are nearly always carried in the left hand, even if the right hand is free. But even more convincing than this detail is the care with which they depict the feet of each of the different categories. It is the form of the feet that is, moreover, of greater significance than any other anatomical detail in distinguishing between Hominid and Pongid anthropoids. A notable example of this is an illustration in a folio volume-listed in library catalogs, and the original of which is in the Morgan Library in New York--see Bibliography--entitled The Dyson Perrins Folio. This is captioned: "Historiated initial; the Adoration of the Magi; in the border wild wodehouses run down to a river on which one of their number, mounted on a golden bird and armed with club and shield, fights a silver merman whose upper half is encased in armor."
There are several points of the utmost significance in this picture. First, at the top are men in then current dress, hunting a stag, with dogs. However, two figures on the left are smaller, apparently naked, hairy, and armed with a bow and arrow and a spear, respectively. These figures are shown on an open "down." To the right is a river, shown in very fine perspective, running from a gap in these downs, the other bank of which is heavily forested. Three wodehouses are shown running down this river bed to a foreshore, immediately off which a fourth, mounted astride a large bird with a doubly hooked beak and prominent narrow tongue, defends himself with a wooden club and an exceedingly crude shield of most significant construction.
The clubs carried by the wodehouses are deliberately and carefully shown to be but crude logs with rounded ends and of somewhat lesser diameter at the end held by the hand. The "shield" is composed of two laths of wood, presumably held together by crosspieces, but arranged so that the holder may peer between the two slats. Such shields may be found today among the Hill Batuks of Sumatra, an exceedingly primitive group of proto-Malayans who have been driven up into the montane forests by the tribalized Batuks who are of much more advanced culture. The Hill Batuks have no actual name, have Melanesian features, and practically no possessions other than wooden spears, bows, and these "shields" (which, in their case, are made of two bits of stout bamboo bound to three lighter crosspieces with vines). Similar defensive mechanisms seem to be portrayed in Spanish Stone Age cave paintings, such as those in the Cuevas de Civil near Albocacer Castellon.
As to the weapons and "tools" alleged to have been carried by various ABSMs, after review of hundreds of reports by those persons who say they have observed these various creatures, it transpires that nobody claims they ever carried anything made of other than wood; while, of wooden objects, we have constant reference to crude clubs, and primitive bows and arrows such as described by Colonel Fawcett. It is this author's contention that a dendritic phase preceded both the odontokeratic and the petrolithic in Hominid "culture" and that subhominids, in tearing green branches from trees, came upon bark-strips and thus the "string" for the bow (and subsequently simple weaving) at a very early period when he was still a wet-forest denizen.
The external morphology of the wodehouses in this illustration is of even more significance than the implements they are carrying. They are shown to be small of stature with short legs and long arms. They have comparatively large heads with massive but shortish hair and fringe beards under their chins. The brow-ridges are pronounced and "beetle"; the nose is large; the mouth wide and full, and the naked face is very cleverly shown to be black but very shiny. Most important of all, the artist went to very great pains to draw no less than seven hands and two feet of these individuals in great clarity, one of the latter being a left foot of the second figure back, planted squarely on the beach sand, the other seen in semi-profile on the back of the great bird, of the front figure. These feet, like the hands are completely hominid, with a fully apposed (not in any way opposed) great toe. In other words, despite the very animalistic features of their overall morphology, these wodehouses are depicted as decidedly human on two counts--the use of offensive and defensive weapons; and the form of their feet. The importance of the latter fact cannot be too greatly stressed.
The last point of real significance in this depiction is the contemporary written mention of "wodehouses." This name has an increasingly precise meaning and import as one goes backwards through Wodehouse to Woodwose, Wodwose, Wodewose, Wodewese, and Wodwos to the late Anglo-Saxon Wudéwásá (which, incidentally, remained current till at least the fifteenth century), and thence to Wudu Wasa. The first of this combined term is the Late Old English for a "wood"; the word wasa is discreetly described as obscure, but is frankly unknown. However, in combination Wudu Wasa or Wudéwásá means a "Wild Man of the Woods"; a savage, a satyr, or a Faun. Later, it was also applied to a person dressed to represent such a being in a pageant. One suggestion has been made as to the origin of wasa; namely, that it originally derived from vu'asear, from assir, aesir, Asia-Man, or Asiatics. The implication would then be that the mediaeval artists knew of "wild men of the woods" armed only with primitive wooden weapons that lived in Asia and attempted to defend it from knights in armor coming to the mouths of rivers from the sea--as allegorically depicted at the bottom of the Dyson Perrins Folio.
Monkeys, and the Orangutan, as the only ape known to mediaeval artists, are a fairly common item in depictions from the earliest phases of illumination in Europe. A large number of these have been assembled by H. W. Janson in his book Apes and Ape Lore. On critical analysis, consistent with a prior knowledge of the literature on ABSMs as defined above, most of these indeed prove to be careful and considerably detailed depictions of such creatures. However, some do not, and for equally cogent reasons--cogency's most carefully introduced by the artists. One of these displays two anthropomorphic figures apparently dancing, and holding hands, but naked and shown to be fully haired all over by formalized lines of tashes [dashes?]. The faces are humanish but low-browed and almost chinless; and the head hair is very short. The hands are completely human but very long-fingered; the feet, however, are completely humanoid with fully apposed big toes, and shown in four different positions and from four different angles. There can be no doubt at all that these are meant to be hominids as opposed to pongids (i.e. apes) for the very simple reason that all pongids are shown with very widely opposed big or great toes.
Another illustration is stated to be by Hans Duren and is in a Prayer Book of Maximilian. This is of a (presumably) family circle of fully haired anthropoids, father, mother and child. The father is pouring water into a pool from a coffeepot. These figures have longer head hair and even more simian faces--in the case of the mother almost a dog snout--and rather short legs but again the feet are clearly shown with apposed great toe, though that of the female, shown from below, is ambiguous.
The most enlightening illustration is, however, one captioned "Fortitude transfixing Ape" from Fons (Oxford, Baliol College). In this we see "Fortitude" in the guise of an entirely human, though naked and furred figure, with curl-peaked helmet and a thin lance standing over a prone "ape" through the head of which he has driven the lance. The former's feet are completely humanoid and have apposed great toes; the latter has handlike feet with a fully opposed great toe.
Other plates in Janson are of special interest. The first (Plate II (B)), shows an "ape-devil" from the Temptation of Christ (Puerta de las Pretends, Santiago de Compostela), a bas-relief showing a winged "ape" standing and leaning on a plinth. This figure although extended in a very rare and unnatural pose is in all proportions--even to the slender legs and "Pointed" hip--a Rhesus Monkey; the head, face, and more especially the feet being superbly and most accurately sculpted. The other picture is even more startling, being "Homo sylvestris-Orang outang" from Tulp. (Observationtinz med. libri tres, Amsterdam, 1641.) This, although of much later date, shows an Orangutan with very considerable fidelity and especially with regard to the feet. From these two examples alone we can see that the true external form of monkeys and apes were known throughout the ages and that the artists went to great pains to reproduce accurately the details of their extremities. They did not, in fact, mix the details of humans with pongids or lower primates; or vice versa.
In the same plate (No. LIII) of Janson, two standing figures are reproduced, captioned respectively "Breydenbach's Ape" from Gesner's Historia Anitnalium, Zurich, 1555, and "Ourang Outang'' from Bontius, Historia Naturalis, Amsterdam, 1658. The former is a grotesquery with semi-erect gait, bended knees, a long tail, a monkeylike face surrounded by a ruff reminiscent of a Wanderoo Monkey, and holding a crutch-like stick in the right hand. This creature's feet have very long toes and the great toe is clearly opposed, while both feet are rolled outwards. The creature is a female with prominent and pendent breasts but is hairless. The second figure has a completely human stance and appearance, is again female with prominent genitalia, and is fully furred with long head hair, a big sub-mandibular fringe or beard, and heavy fur on the hips and buttocks. The hands and feet are most carefully shown as being entirely human. This creature is called an "ourang outang." Bontius, seventeen years previously, had given us a most correct reproduction of the ape known properly as the Mia (though colloquially as the Orangutan) published also in Amsterdam (While the name orang utan means simply "wild man" in Malayan, as Bernard Heuvelmans has pointed out, Orang utang (as opposed to utan) means "'a man in debt."
There is then a very curious plate in Hoppius' Anthropomorphia (Erlangen, 1760). This depicts four anthropoids entitled respectively a Troglodyta, Lucifer, Satyrus, and a Pygmaeus. The first three are standing upright, the Lucifer having a short thin tail, a prominent facial fringe, hair along the back of the thighs only, and (again) holding a straight stick in the right hand; it appears to have been taken from Gesner. The big toes are opposed. The Satyr is a short-legged, potbellied, large-headed, grotesquery, fully furred and having pronouncedly simian feet. The Pygmaeus is seated on a stool, holds a straight stick in its right hand, is fully furred with a monkeyish face, long fingers curled into almost a full circle outwards and upwards, and feet more reminiscent of a Langur than any other primate. The Troglodyta, presumably a female is, however, entirely human, somewhat obese, and clean-shaven, with short curly head hair, and completely human hands and small feet. In this plate we do find evidence of the mixing of both monkey and ape, and man and monkey characters, in that the Lucifer and the Pygmaeus hold sticks; otherwise, however, all but the Troglodyta, though somewhat anthropomorphized, are clearly non-human in proportions and details if not in stance. Here the Troglodyte, or "cave-dweller" be it noted, is manifestly a wild man.
This figure and the Bontius illustration are obviously depictions of wudéwásá though transferred to other locales and considerably more humanized than as [is?] shown in earlier works. In fact, by the l6th century, memory of the original wudéwásá seems to have become dimmed while considerable confusion has arisen in the minds of naturalists and artists alike due to the importation of many more kinds of primates from Africa and the Orient (and even from tropical America), and by an ever increasing infusion of legend, mythology, and hearsay from the past, combined with a growing skepticism fostered by strict adherence to the Biblical version of creation. Hairy hominids were, however, still considered up till the 15th century to be perfectly valid former inhabitants of Europe, as evidenced by a delightful little depiction in the British Museum, appropriately called "a drollery" in Queen Mary's Psalter, of the 14th century. This shows a very hairy wild man with perfectly human hands and feet pursued by one dog and confronted by two more.
From these and other examples it is plain that while monkeys and apes were not initially very well known or at all times realistically depicted, they were from the earliest times recognized as such, while an entirely different class of beings--namely wild, fully-haired humanoids or hominids--were also generally accepted as either still existing (at least in central Eurasia) or presumably, to have previously existed in the western part of that continent-i.e., Europe. The belief in trolls, satyrs, fawns, and their small counterparts the pixies, elves, and gnomes, has persisted until today in various forms and by various names in all the mountainous countries of Europe. In Scandinavia, country folk in the far north adjacent to the montane forests, assert that some of the first (or Wudéwásá) still exist; while the Academy of Sciences of the U.S.S.R. treats similar reports from the Caucasus with the utmost consideration and has now sent several expeditions to that area to search for evidence of them, called there Kaptar or Kheeter.
However, a further cause of confusion permeates the field of depictions of hairy men in mediaeval art. This is the very frequent occurrence of persons dressed in fur costumes in imitation of wudéwásá for pageants, plays and other performances. It is our belief that the figure in Folio 16 of the early English Bestiary described at the beginning of this chapter is of this nature. Such figures form the basis of Bernheimer's Studies, and it is interesting to note that while Janson adopts the thesis that most if not all such depictions are of what he calls apes, this author implies that all those which are manifestly not of apes or monkeys are of men in costumes. The third alternative, namely that some of them are of a specific creature, the wudéwásá, or even that the costumes are imitative of such a creature, does not appear to have occurred to either of these scholars. The costumed figures tell us a considerable amount about then current beliefs about the nature of the original "wild men."
Bernheimer reproduces what he captions a "Carnival figure from a Schembart book" (Stadtbibliothek, Nuremberg, 16th century), which is a large bearded figure clothed in a tight-fitting furry outfit with a crown and ceinture of leaves, and carrying a small tree over his right shoulder. To this tree is lashed either a very small man or boy. The giant's feet are in socks or slippers but his hands are naked. This is stated by the original artist to be of a costumed participant in a carnival, but it is more allegorical than realistic. Moreover, it carries some pertinent overtones.
It is to be noted that the reports of the larger or giant ABSMs not infrequently concern the kidnapping of humans, but very curiously all but one or two of these reports speak of young human males being taken: and, it is more often grown men in their prime rather even than boys who are alleged to have been carried off. There are also cases of these men having been carried over the ABSM's shoulder, in one case in a sleeping bag. Secondly these larger ABSMs are repeatedly said to tear up small trees by the roots. Some people have described some of them as having fringe-like beards and very thick, heavy, human hands but with permanently curled fingers, as shown in this picture. Finally, their footprints are grossly human at first sight, but, in some surfaces, appear to be more or less toeless.
Bernheimer reproduces two other pictures of costumed "wild men" that have particular points of interest. One is of St. Chrysostom being captured as a wild man (a woodcut from Fyner's edition of Lives of the Saints, 1481), in which said saint is shown crawling out from steep rocks on hands and knees while a hunter with a spear blows a horn and two dogs frolic around. The figure has long hair, a fringe beard, and is completely hairy but for his hands and feet, the exact form of which is not shown. This picture closely parallels descriptions of the Almas or Almasty of southern Mongolia as given by Rinchen (see booklets of the Russian Academy of Science.) of creatures that were in past centuries canonized by the monks of that region. The other illustration is of a play, the "Death of the Wild Man," from a woodcut by Pieter Brueghel the Elder. In this cut, the player costumed as the wild man carries the usual club of the wudéwásá.
The single most distinct and distinguishing feature of the true wild men or wudéwásá is the form of its foot; and with particular regard to the size, form, and disposition of the big or great toe. It is rapidly becoming recognized that the only constant and valid feature for differentiating Hominids from Pongids is the first toe; being in Hominids apposed and, in Pongids, opposed. All other characters and characteristics that have been put forward to so distinguish between the two groups have in time broken down--both anatomical, like the simian shelf, brain size, tooth size and structure; and cultural, like the use of implements, interpretable vocalization, and so on. Hairiness is really no criterion though we do not know of any race of fully haired hominids living today. This, however, makes the early depictions of the Wudéwásá, bestial as they may be in other features, the more convincing, for the human type foot and first toe pronounce them to be Hominids (and not Pongids) and proclaim also the artists' great care in so depicting them.
From these discoveries, and from detailed studies of these mediaeval depictions, combined with those of some earlier depictions on pottery, and later illustrations in early natural histories, we are forced to the conclusion that a type or types of primitive, fully-furred or haired human beings with long arms, beetling brows, dark skins, and possessed only of wooden implements, were known to these early artists. Further, this knowledge was very widespread throughout central and northern Europe until the 14th century, though it seems to have died out in the Mediterranean area during middle Roman times.
This is quite consistent with much western legend and folklore on the one hand and with considerable speculation of a more scientific nature on the other. It has for long been taught that the Neanderthalers disappeared from Europe at the end of the last ice advance; and, it is implied, in face of, or at the hands of modern man in the form of Cro-Magnon Man. However, Cro-Magnon man appeared rather abruptly on the extreme western fringe of the continent, and it would seem that the other peoples in the late Paleolithic and Mesolithic stages of advance also spread into tile Mediterranean from the west, ending with the appearance of tile Iberians. Although the ice was still not gone from the upper Scandinavian valleys in 8000 B.C. there were already people incising petroglyphs of fish and whales in central Norway by that time. There were settled communities all over the lowlands of central and western Europe in Mesolithic stages of culture in 4000 B.C., but vast areas of lowlands remained clothed in dense mixed forest while the mountain forests were not penetrated until much later, and some areas not until fully historic times. There remain considerable areas in northern Sweden and the Caucasus that have not yet been explored. Settlement followed by civilization spread northwards into Europe from the Mediterranean basin, but it took several thousand years to reach the ultimate peripheries of that continent, and during this period immediately postglacial conditions continued on undisturbed in many places until the 14th century. This is clearly shown by the progressive disappearance of the fauna.
The Aurochs lingered on till that century in the Black Forest; the Wisent still clings precariously to survival in western Russia. The lynx, the wolf, the bear, and the beaver shrank back to Scotland in the British Isles but lingered on till later, and the wild cat still so lingers there today. The highlands of Scotland formed a closed and almost virtually unknown country till 200 years ago.
Neanderthalers and other primitive humanoids or submen were not exterminated overnight by Cro-Magnon nor any other race of modern men. In some areas they appear to have been absorbed rather than exterminated but in other areas they just removed themselves, and probably back into the forests. Having the acute senses and knowledge of their environment that is common to wild animals plus, it would seem, a very considerable degree of intelligence--they were fine craftsmen quite apart from having a very large brain capacity, if that be any criterion for intelligence--they much more likely retired before the encroachments of modern man rather than trying to fight him and being driven out or exterminated. The great difference between the Neanderthaler and modern man is that the former was not tribalized, whereas the latter was; therefore the Neanderthalers undoubtedly did not fight unless attacked and cornered individually or in family groups. Further, if the reports of the Kaptur emanating from the Caucasus today are any criterion it would seem that these sub-humans were gatherers rather than hunters and did not even travel in family groups but individually and by sex and age group. Caucasians speak of there being three kinds of Kaptar differing in size and fur color but one being all males, another all females, and the third of both sexes but smaller. The males are said to be entirely solitary, the females to go to water in groups, the small ones to travel in small bands. From this one can but infer that they are all of one species but that the males are solitary, the females semi-communal, and the sub-adults travel in gangs not unlike young lions.
For these reasons it may then further be inferred that the Neanderthalers disappeared from Europe only very gradually and over a very long period; and that some of them remained in central Europe till mediaeval times, and some may still survive in the two extreme limits of that continent--in northern Sweden and the Caucasus.
There is no valid or conclusive argument against Neanderthalers being fully furred or clothed in hair. There is some concrete evidence that they were so clothed; and, it would seem logical that they should have been, for they dwelt in cold climates and even right up to the ice front. They were undoubtedly there at one time and they only "disappeared" when modern men appeared in each locality, in turn. What then is so extraordinary about modern man at the dawn of civilization first in the Mediterranean (see Etruscan depictions), then central Europe, and finally around its fringes, and right up to mediaeval times in the last case, knowing these creatures, and knowing what they looked like, what weapons they used, how they deported themselves, and that their feet were just like ours? There is nothing extraordinary about this at all; it isn't really even surprising or it should not be so. The difficulty in grasping this concept is due entirely to the gap between the end of the Dark Ages and current anthropological thinking: a gap that was filled with skepticism combined with outright lack of knowledge and progressive suspicion of ancient traditions and accounts.
It is our contention, therefore, that the wudéwásá are detailed and accurate descriptions of Neanderthaloids--maybe of more than one type--that lingered on in Europe north and east of a line drawn through central Ireland, Britain, Germany, Austria, and the Balkans to the Dardanelles, until comparatively late dates and progressively later as you travel from the extreme southwest to the north and east. There is today growing evidence of such "wudéwásá" in the Caucasus and the mountains of northern Iran, and thence via the Pamirs to the whole of the great Mongolian upland massif of eastern Eurasia. Reports have even more recently been received (Porshnev, B. F.; private communication) that they are also spread over the forested areas of easternmost Siberia. This would be consistent with both ecological and historical fact. The Neanderthalers went away; they were neither driven out nor exterminated. And, we may look for descriptions and depictions of them in early works from all Eurasian countries, be they called therein trolls, gnomes, or by other titles previously relegated to folklore.
The most pertinent argument against the notion that the wudéwásá and other wild men were Neanderthalers is that this group of primitives or submen were the creators of the very fine Mousterian type of stone implements and had therefore graduated from the dendritic phase very long ago, while these latter day creatures seem never to possess anything but wooden implements. This argument, while perfectly valid in one respect, is not, in our opinion, conclusive. First, not all the Neanderthalers which collectively were once spread all over Eurasia and in related forms apparently over Africa, Orientalia, and possibly even the New World need have progressed to the stage displayed by the makers of the Mousterian stone tools. In fact, it would seem much more likely that some should have remained on the borderline of culture. Secondly, if they were gatherers rather than hunters, the more primitive among them may not have carried weapons of stone, although using scrapers, burrins, and other such artifacts for peaceful activities. Such tools may have been the perquisites of the females. Thirdly, there is ever increasing evidence that primitives, dispossessed of their territory and forced to retreat into forests where stones may be a rarity or entirely unknown over great areas between watercourses, give up the use of all instruments of any complexity except for wooden ones. The Pi Tong Luang, also called "The Ghosts of the Yellow Leaves" of Thailand, a fine mongoloid race, today use nothing but bamboo
Finally, as to the disappearance of the Neanderthalers or other primitives which gave rise to the wudéwásá tradition, it should be pointed out that small relic groups of low culture, especially if untribalized, once split up and confined to limited and shrinking territories, invariably appear to dwindle in numbers due to a progressive deterioration of their fertility. This has been observed among the Bushmen, and the Negrillos of the Orient. Thus, it was first the dissection and then the clearing of the forests that brought about the dissolution and extinction of the wudéwásá rather than any deliberate massacre by more advanced races. The forests on the fringes of Europe have not even now been finally cleared and especially in mountainous districts. The wudéwásá could well have still existed in many large areas up till mediaeval times.
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Ivan Sanderson, More "Things," 1969, Pyramid Books
Chapter 5 (pp. 65-79) "WANDERING WOODSPERSONS"
IN NOVEMBER 1967, two young men by the name of Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin turned up in New York with some thirty feet of 16-mm color film of a female "something" that they said they had taken up in the famous Bluff Creek in Del Norte County of northern California the month before. I had heard of this from a correspondent in the area the day after they came out of the woods. I had also corresponded with Roger Patterson for some years on the subject of what they call in Canada the "Sasquatch", and colloquially in Washington, Oregon, and California, "Bigfoot". It was up this same creek that the whole business of giant, fully-haired, ultra-primitive hominids first really got its start in the modern world. A number of very reliable citizens (employed in constructing the first access-road into a vast wilderness area that forms the north portion of the state of California) were constantly visited by "some-things" that left enormous, human-formed, naked footprints, making mile-long tracks night after night around their operations; they had taken plaster casts of these tracks, and in the same area they had found piles of fresh faeces of a human form but of enormous volume.
Subsequent events have made it clear that there are a lot of what one must call "ins-and-outs" to this story, and I therefore feel it best and only fair that I give Patterson's story first, and verbatim from my first interview. This went as follows [Footnote 36--Sanderson, Ivan T., "First Photos of 'Bigfoot', California's Legendary 'Abominable Snowman'", Argosy Magazine, February 1968; "More Evidence that Bigfoot Exists", Argosy Magazine, April 1968.]:
At three-thirty on the twentieth of October (1967) we were packing our horses back into one of the last remaining great wilderness areas, northeast of Eureka, California. Our saddlebags contained on one side rifles and grub and, on the other, ready-loaded movie- and still-cameras and other equipment. We were following a creek which had been washed out two years previously in the terrible floods that devastated most of northern California. This was some twenty miles up the access-road for logging, and about thirty-five miles in from the nearest and only blacktop road in this vast and as-yet-not-fully-mapped area of National Forest. [I have been up this Bluff Creek and, as a botanist I can tell you that it is rugged--four layers or tiers of trees, the tallest up to two-hundred feet, and a dense undergrowth. Also, the terrain goes up and down like a gigantic sawtooth. Author.]
We rounded a sharp bend in the sandy arroyo of the creek. Then it happened.
The horses reared suddenly in alarm and threw both of us. Luckily, I fell off to the right and grabbed my camera. Why? Because I had spotted what had turned our horses into mad broncos. About one hundred feet ahead, on the other side of the creek bed, there was a huge, hairy creature that walked like a man! 'Gosh darn it, Ivan', [he said] 'right there was a Bigfoot. And, fer pity's sakes, it was a female! Just wait till you see the film.'
On the other side of the creek, back up against the trees, there was a sort of man-creature that we estimated later, by measuring some logs that appear in the film, to have been about seven feet tall. Both Bob and I estimate--and this pretty well matched what others told us from examination of the depth to which her tracks sank into hard sand--that she would weigh about three hundred and fifty pounds. She was covered with short, shiny, black hair, even her big droopy breasts. She seemed to have a sort of peak on the back of her head, but whether this was longer hair or not I don't know. Anyhow, hair came right down her forehead to meet her eyebrows, if she had any; and it came right up to just under her cheekbones. And--oh, get this-she had no neck! What I mean is, the bottom of her head just seemed to broaden out onto and into her wide, muscular shoulders. She walked like a big man in no hurry. I don't think you'll see it in the film, but the soles of her feet were definitely light in color." [This last bit got me, as I have seen really black-skinned Melanesians with pale pink palms and soles.]
Roger did something then that I have never known any professional photographer to do, even if his camera was loaded with the right film: he had the cap off the lens, and the thing set at the right F stop and so on. He started running, hand-holding his Kodak sixteen-mm, loaded with Kodachrome film, trying to focus on this "creature". What he got was just about what any amateur would get in such circumstances. But then he got a real break. As he puts it:
She was just swinging along as the first part of my film shows but, all of a sudden, she just stopped dead and looked around at me. She wasn't scared a bit. Fact is, I don't think she was scared of me, and the only thing I can think of is that the clicking of my camera was new to her."
'Okay', I said, 'Tell me this, Roger--the hunting season was on, wasn't it?'
'You're darned-shooting-right it was,' Bob Gimlin chimed in. 'And out that way, anything moving with fur on it is liable to get shot. But actually, there just aren't any hunters way up there, twenty miles beyond the only road. Could it be that this Mrs. Bigfoot knew all about guns but was puzzled by the whirring of a small movie camera? And another thing: everybody who says they have been close to one of these creatures or has found one of their "beds" has stressed the ghastly, nauseating stink they exude and leave behind. Was this what really scared the horses or did the horses scare the thing?'
While Roger took the film, Bob got the horses calmed down and then rode over the creek. Roger was running again after the Bigfoot, still hand-holding his movie camera. Despite the logs and trash on the route she took--and it was not even a game trail--he got some parting shots, which turned out to be of particular interest to the scientists. (But we will come to that later.)
At that point, I asked Bob (because he was then what is called "the back-up man," which means that he was now close enough to see Roger clearly) "Just what was Roger doing?"
"He was running like hell, jumping them logs and going up into the real thick bush."
"Did you see her, too?"
"Yeah, Ivan, but 'way ahead and really taking off for the hills."
This brought me up sharp, because I had by this time viewed their film (and half a dozen out-takes, blown up, in full color as transparencies, examined under strong magnifying lenses on an illuminated shadow-box several times and projected by three different projectors). In every case, the creature was--at standard speed for photogs, i.e., twenty-four frames per see--as Roger said, at first just ambling along, swinging her rather long arms, not running-scared, and even stopping for a brief look-see over her shoulder as it were; then ambling on again into the deep woods. Yet here was the back-up man saying that she had "taken off for the hills". Roger, however, backed up his back-up man unprompted:
When she got around the corner and into the real heavy stuff [timber and underbrush] she did take off--running, I mean because, when we lost her tracks on pine needles after tracking her for about three and a-half miles, we took plaster casts of her tracks. Now, down by the creek, in the sand, where we first spotted her, her stride was from forty to forty-two inches from the back of the heel on the left side to the back of the right heel ahead; but when she got really going, she left tracks that measured sixty-five inches from back heel to back heel. Man, she was running just like you and I do!
We ran the film again, slowly, and we had a stop-and-hold device on the projector by which you can hold any frame without fear of burning it. This we did and--so help me--there are definitely large, pendant breasts fully covered with short, black hair. No ape (or monkey) is known to have any such development of the female mammary glands. Human beings, on the other hand, do--frequently.
This is the end of the Patterson-Gimlin story, and they have neither added to it nor detracted from it since. Nor, for once, have others attempted to do so, though there has been a great deal of both comment and criticism. This was occasioned by the nature of the story itself, and it is more than worth just mentioning, as a lot that has come to the surface throws new light on this knotty problem. But first, it is probably best to explain what happened after Patterson had his film developed.
To get this done he went to Hollywood where he sensibly had dupes made and then took the original back to Yakima and deposited it in a bank vault. He then tried to get some American scientists to look at it but none would, so he went to British Columbia at the invitation of the two oldest "Sasquatch"-hunters there--John Green, a newspaper publisher, and René Dahinden, originally a Swiss professional mountaineer but for nearly two decades employed by the Canadian Forestry Service. There, a showing was put on for a number of scientists. At this meeting, there were, in addition to Dr. Ian McTaggart-Cowan (Dean of Graduate Studies at the University of British Columbia, and the province's leading zoologist) a dozen or so scientists, including Don Abbott, an anthropologist with the Provincial Museum in Victoria. Most of the scientists admitted in print that, though they had come to the meeting as skeptics, they had left somewhat shaken. Here's how they stated their reactions in the Vancouver Province next day:
Dr. McTaggart-Cowan summed up the more cautious opinions when he said: "The more a thing deviates from the known, the better the proof of its existence must be." Don Abbott spoke for the dozen or more scientists who appeared remarkably close to being convinced: "It is about as hard to believe the film is faked as it is to admit that such a creature really lives. If there's a chance to follow up scientifically, my curiosity is built to the point where I'd want to go along with it. Like most scientists, however, I'm not ready to put my reputation on the line until something concrete shows up--something like bones or a skull." Frank Beebe, well-known Vancouver naturalist and provincial museum illustrator, commented: "I'm not convinced, but I think the film is genuine. And if I were out in the mountains and I saw a thing like this one, I wouldn't shoot it. I'd be too afraid of how human it would look under the fur. From a scientific standpoint, one of the hardest facts to go against is that there is no evidence anywhere in the western hemisphere of primate (ape, monkey) evolution--and the creature in the film is definitely a primate."
Beebe's objection, however, was typical of those given by other experts who ventured out of their own specialties to comment.
Since I know something about primates and about geography, I brought this matter to the attention of Dr. A. Joseph Wraight, Chief Geographer of the U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey. His full statement appears later but may be summed up here by saying that the distinguished Dr. Wraight--whose doctorate is in Human Ecology--responded in effect, "Bunk!" to this last objection.
A representative of Life Magazine was present at this showing and advised his home office that they should review the film. As a result, Patterson and Gimlin were flown to New York where they put on a showing--or rather, let it be shown--to the American Museum of Natural History staff representatives. And here some very shocking performances were initiated. Once again, as in Canada, the press wire-services were on hand but were informed (in closed session, I am told) by these experts that the whole thing was nothing but a colossal hoax, the exact expression used by their spokesman being, as reported to me, "not kosher"! The reason alleged to have been given was simply that such a creature as depicted was impossible. The use of this term would, in this case, seem to imply that while considered a hoax, it was short of a fraud; but, if the creature depicted is impossible, then for my money it could only have been a manmade thing and thus an outright fraudulent design. I have failed to receive any suggestions for a third alternative. This is manifestly a most unsatisfactory situation. Furthermore, the verdict pronounced upon the pictures was handed down so fast that no time could have been given for a proper, thorough, and truly scientific examination of them to have been made. Finally, the existence of such a creature is not impossible. (I should add that Patterson and his associates were disbarred from the room while the film was run!)
Because of this, Life Magazine washed its hands of the matter and Argosy Magazine moved in swiftly. We then went to work to get this film a proper showing before some people who really knew what they were talking about in the field of human physical anthropology, primatology, and pongid and hominid distribution. At the same time, my organization went to work on the other aspect of the problem as we always do--i.e., the human aspects of the case. And this is where things began to come to light; and on both sides of the coin.
First, the film was flown down to Dr. W. C. Osman Hill at the Yerkes Primate Research Center, at Emory University, Atlanta, Georgia. Dr. Hill was the first physical anthropologist to properly investigate the original "abominable snowman" business of the Himalayan region when he was Prosector of the Zoological Society of London. The film was then shown in Washington, D.C. to a distinguished group, including Dr. John R. Napier, also previously of London, now Director of the Primate Biology Program at the Smithsonian Institution, and probably the world's greatest expert on feet and foot-tracks; Dr. Vladimir Markotic, Associate Professor of Archaeology at the University of Calgary, Alberta, Canada; Dr. Allan Bryan, Professor of Anthropology at the University of Alberta, Canada, and also a leading physical anthropologist; Dr. A. Joseph Wraight, Chief Geographer, the U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey; and Mr. N. O. Wood, Jr., Director of Management Operations for the U.S. Department of the Interior, representing the Honorable Secretary of that department, Stewart Udall, at the latter's specific request. Their expressed opinions were, for the record, as follows:
Dr. Wm. Charles Osman-Hill: The creature portrayed is a primate and clearly hominid rather than pongid. Its erect attitude in locomotion, the gait, stride and manner of that locomotion, as well as the relative proportions of pelvic to pectoral limb are all manifestly human, together with the great development of the mammary glands. This does not, of course, preclude the possibility that it is indeed a Homo sapiens masquerading as a hairy 'giant'. All I can say, at this stage, is that if this was a masquerade, it was extremely well done and effective.
Dr. John R. Napier: I observed nothing that, on scientific grounds, would point conclusively to a hoax. I am satisfied that the walk of the creature shown in the film was consistent with the bipedal striding gait of man (except in the action of the feet, which were not visible). I have two reservations which are both subjective: First, the slow cadence of the walk and the fluidity of the bodily movements, particularly the arms, struck me as exaggerated--almost self-conscious in comparison with modern man; second, my impression was that the subject was male, in spite of the contrary evidence of heavy, pendulous breasts. The bodily proportions of the creature, as far as could be seen, appeared to be within normal limits for man. The appearance of the high crest on top of the skull is unknown in man, but given a creature as heavily built as the subject, such a biomechanical adaptation to an exclusively fibrous raw vegetable diet is not impossible. The presence of this crest, which occurs only in male non-human primates, such as the gorilla and the orangutan, tends to strengthen my belief that this creature is a male. Finally, it might be supposed that a creature with a heavy head, heavy jaw and musculature and a massive upper body would have a center of gravity placed at a higher level than in man. The position of the center of gravity modifies the gait and the easy stride shown in the film is not in harmony with a high center of gravity. The opinions I have expressed on this remarkable film are those of an expert witness, rather than a member of a jury.
Dr. A. Joseph Wraight: The presence of large, hairy humanlike creatures in North and Central America, often referred to as Sasquatch, appears very logical when the physiographic history of the northern part of this continent is considered. The statement often made that monkeylike creatures were never developed in North America may easily be discounted, for these creatures are more humanlike than apelike and they apparently migrated here, rather than representing the product of indigenous evolution. The recent physiographic history of the polar edges of North America reveals that the land migration of these creatures from Asia to America is a distinct and logical possibility. The compelling reason for this distinct possibility is that a land bridge between Asia and North America is known to have existed several times within the last million years, at various intervals during the Pleistocene or Ice Age. The land bridges, both on the north and south sides of the Bering Sea, were admirably suitable for migrations several times during the Ice Age. It appears, then, that these hairy, humanlike creatures, sometimes called Sasquatch, could easily have migrated to North America at several times during the Ice Age. This is particularly plausible when it is considered that conditions were mild in that area when the land bridges existed. These creatures could have then found conditions along the way similar to their Asian mountain habitat and could naturally have migrated across the bridges.
During a four-hour session, the films and stills were shown, examined under high magnification, challenged, questioned, argued about, and studied. The scientists did not agree on all points. They did not even all see exactly the same details in the often hard-to-interpret blowups. But, after careful scrutiny over a period of hours, not one of the quoted men voiced the suspicion that there was even a vague possibility that someone with enormous funds, and a strange, undecipherable motivation, a disregard for life and limb, and an enormous knowledge of anatomy, physiology, photography and human psychology might have been clever enough to set up a hoax good enough to fool the top experts in their field. And this is a point that ought to be cleared out of the way first.
This whole case has to be broken down. First, we have the two opposed aspects, the human aspect (meaning the background of Patterson, Gimlin, and others involved) and the scientific aspect. Second, the scientific aspect must be split into consideration of the hoax--either as deliberately perpetrated by Messrs. Patterson and Gimlin, or as perpetrated upon them. This includes analysis of the film itself, per se--meaning, is there any evidence that it was tampered with afterwards, or even before (as this too can be done)?
Then, we must ask--could this thing be possible? And here we have to consider the overall picture, i.e., could there be ultra-primitive hominids in northern California; if this is a genuine film of one how does it (or does it not) fit into the known parameters of biological mechanics and performance? We cannot, as all the scientists pointed out above, even speculate upon its anatomy or physiology until we have got a specimen, dead or alive. Thus, we can deal only with its morphology or external form and its movements. I will now tackle all of these aspects, seriatim.
Certain facts concerning poor Roger Patterson have been brought to light, that might (if taken at face value and without proper investigation) not only look suspicious but cast serious doubt upon the whole matter. None of these facts is incriminating--in that none even alleges any form of criminality--but they are just the sort of nasty hints and even "rumors" that are calculated to make the skeptics and even the "fence-sitters" more readily doubt the whole thing. I have been in investigative work for over thirty years, and on this occasion I had advice from quite a host of specialists both paid and voluntary, and all I can say as of the time of writing (and I would like to say this emphatically) is that not one of these allegations has so far "proved-out," as the saying goes. Roger Patterson was at one time employed in show business, and Bob Gimlin was not available when a film unit went to make a documentary of this affair, and the creature in the film does look exactly like a drawing by Mr. Martin Kunsler for an article published by Sports Afield in 1960 [Footnote 37--Sanderson, Ivan T., "The Ultimate Hunt", Sports Afield, April 1961]; but none of this (and more especially the endless little petty-hints that the average human being seems incapable of foregoing) has so far stood up. One person even walked into a publisher's office in New York and stated flatly that he knew who had made the "monkey-suit" and the B-class movies in which it had been used; yet, he could not substantiate one single statement that he had made nor could he give names, dates, addresses or anything else. But none of this is in any way extraordinary: go ask any police officer.
Turning then to the scientific aspects we encounter almost as much nonsense. But on one point all seemed to be agreed. This was that not one of these specialists could find any more evidence than did the Hollywood special effects and make-up people, that the film itself had been tampered with or that the creature it depicted was a phony. I find this most interesting and significant. They all agreed that in this modern technical day and age almost anything could be constructed or "faked". Even in the late 1920s the "dinosaurs" in the film of Conan Doyle's The Lost World were utterly realistic--close-ups of their heads showed drooling saliva, nictitating membranes, and flashing eyes. (Incidentally, these "dinosaurs" were wearing skillfully constructed "suits" made by a man who had a degree in paleontology, and were fitted over live chickens!)
What all these true experts in design, delusion (legitimate) and technology have told me is simply this: "We have been asked if we could make a suit like the one in this film-strip. Our answer is 'Yes'--but given two things: time and a lot of money and a copy of the film to copy from." This is the point. Anybody can make a "King Kong", or a gorilla, or a Frankenstein monster provided they know what the producer wants, but they cannot and will not attempt to make a "something" that nobody has previously thought of. In this case, they one and all have pointed out that in view of the way in which the muscles moved reciprocally under the skin that they would have had to design a whole new set of muscles, somehow inflatable and controlled by the actor wearing the suit. These muscles would have to be moved in a manner quite different from his own, and quite differently from that of a gorilla or a "King Kong." To invent these from a still drawing, such as Kunsler's mentioned above, is difficult even for anatomists with a lifetime knowledge of pongid and hominid musculature and their movements. If then, this film is of a man wearing a "monkey-suit", whoever made it must have had very remarkable knowledge of both ape and human anatomy and also that of ABSMs. Just where did he get this?
When one comes to analyze the real possibility of this thing, we encounter something else: Dr. Wraight has answered the first question categorically. There were ultra-primitive hominids in eastern Asia--the Pithecanthropines, and especially those once called Sinanthropus, in Manchuria--and later the proto-hominids, called collectively Neanderthalers, right across Eurasia to eastern Siberia. According to all the anthropologists, archaeologists and even Prehistorians the Amerinds came over to the New World via the land bridges spanning the Bering Strait, and the Eskimos came over the same way later. Why shouldn't the earlier, more primitive hunters and gatherers have done likewise?
If the Patterson-Gimlin film is a fake it still does not detract one iota from the main problem. These young men were not alive when the "Sasquatch"-Tokimussi-Ohmah-"Bigfoot" business began over a century earlier. (They could have had a suit made and they could have made the plaster casts of the foot-tracks from casts made by others elsewhere, but the onus of proof lies with those that say they did.) Exactly similar creatures have been reported for over a century all the way from Alaska to Arizona and again from Sinaloa in Mexico to Tierra del Fuego at the southern tip of South America. Further, similar tracks have turned up over this area for over a century by the tens of thousands, sometimes running for miles in uninhabited and unvisited territory. We have some hairs, and the piles of faeces of human form but of positively vast proportions, composed of local waterweeds and containing worm parasites. The composition of these faeces is like that of indigenous western-Amerindian tribal-groups and that of some men and pigs in western China, exactly where the Sasquatch-type "Hun-guressu" or "Dzu-Teh" with similar feet is found. But then come the really extraordinary objections of the anatomists and certain non-biological technologists. I will deal with the latter first.
Those of the latter principally concerned the lighting of the film and notably the angle of incidence of the shadows. Patterson and Gimlin stated that it was shot at 3:30 p.m. in late October. Several people tried to show that the shadows should have been much more attenuated. However, they predicated this on the fact that Bluff Creek runs generally north to south, and they completely overlooked the fact that it constantly twists and turns, and that at the particular point where the film was said to have been shot it ran (around the bend) west to east, so that the shadows were going away from the camera and not across its field of vision; however, this really has nothing to do with the authenticity of the film. The other queries all centered on the matter of the height of the creature depicted. The man best qualified to pronounce on this point, Quentin Keynes, who is among the best and most experienced wildlife photographers alive, came up with exactly the same estimate as Patterson and Gimlin, that the creature was between six and seven feet tall, most probably nearer the latter. I know the exact bend in the creek where this film is alleged to have been shot as I was specifically investigating the vegetation there, and this height-estimate is consistent with the foreground, background, and the nature of the ground.
Turning to the anatomists, we find three principal queries--the stance, the gait, and the movement of the muscles. To this must be added the most extraordinary contention that the creature is--or looks more like--a male despite the enormous pendant breasts, and particularly because of the funny little peak on the back of its bead. The arguments for this latter assumption seem to be purely subjective and, I fancy, due more to preconception than conception. They insist that no female primates have such back-of-head top notches, and that no male hominid has it either. This is just not so, since many known monkeys (both the New and Old World ones), the gorilla among the apes, and an endless parade of humans even today have veritable crests and at the back of their heads, as exemplified by certain Capuchins in South America, some Mangabeys and Guenons in Africa, several Langurs of the Orient and African women of many tribes. These crests or peaks are composed solely of hair; certain pongids like the male gorilla also have a bony crest called a sagittal ridge to which very large masseter muscles--which pull up the lower jaw in order to crack, crunch, and chew rough, hard vegetable food--are attached.
There is then a corollary argument put forward about the head of the thing as shown in this film. The anatomists tell us that if there is such a sagittal bony crest, the lower jaw or mandible would have to be very deep. This too is unfortunately not the case. This may be seen in all the bone-crackers (like hyenas) and the great cats which have very slender lower jaws, just as do the carnivorous reptiles, both living and fossil. The objection to the crest and the jaw just doesn't hold water. Nor does the matter of gait.
If the torso or upper part of a creature that stands and walks on its two back legs is larger and heavier than the lower part, it would have to tilt or lean forward simply to get going. The ultimate of this upper-body to lower-body bulk is the male gorilla, which cannot go forward at all unless it props its top- or front-end up on its long arms. The animal in the Patterson film leans forward just the right amount for its proportions. Its arms are long, but not excessively so, in proportion to the length of its legs. Likewise with its gait--it "swings" along with a very free and fluid motion.
It is very hard to comment on the movement of the muscles because no two real experts seem to agree just how they do move, both directly or reciprocally. From viewing the film, they look very "natural" to me, and I say this as one who has spent over forty years observing animals (and especially primates) in the wild and in captivity--but the naturalness could just as well be that of a very heavy-set human. After all, we are only animals, and primates at that, and even very closely related to the pongids. In my opinion the rippling and smoothly flowing muscles as shown in the film do not look artificial but, as I have said above, they could be.
This ends the queries of the anatomists, and I am afraid I have to say that not only do they not stand up on any one count, they are unfortunately just those points most vulnerable to refutation. Only Napier's "feeling" or impression that the thing was male impresses me. Curious indeed--and probably quite unscientific--to say this, since impressions have no place in scientific analysis--but how often has this sort of "feeling" for reality advanced knowledge when all the computers and laboratory bottles have gotten nowhere. And then comes another impressionist, the only morphologist so far, with vast experience and training, and one who has applied modem statistical (computer-type) analysis to just such a problem as this--Dr. Bernard Heuvelmans. His comments are as follows:
In all furry animals the hair has a definite pattern, that is, on each area of the body the hairs are oriented in a certain direction. For instance, on a chimpanzee's arm, or even on a man's if he is hairy, they go down from the shoulder to the elbow, and up from the wrist to the elbow. This definite hair pattern can be seen even on photographs of animals from the way the light shines on their fur.
On the creature shown on Patterson's film there is nothing of the sort. As can be seen from the way the hairs shine, giving the fur a speckled appearance, they point in all directions (compare the blowups of the film with photographs of gorillas or, better, of certain bears, which have 'short, shiny, black hair', and you will see that in the latter, the shine on the fur shows that on each part of the body the hairs all point in the same direction).
The aspect of the hair of the creature in the film is exactly what should be expected from artificial fur--whether thick velvet or nylon fur--in which all threads (not actually hairs) are attached uniformly on some canvas base. When you stroke this material in different directions, the artificial hairs get bent in these directions and remain so until you brush them all carefully in the same direction.
Patterson adds--which is also seen in the film-that 'even her big, droopy breasts' are covered with short shiny black hair. This would of course be possible in some unknown species of man, but it would be rather improbable to say the least. In all larger apes the breasts have a slight tendency toward swelling, and even dropping a little, when the female is nursing its baby or if it has been nursing many of them, but even in such hairy primates the chest is almost naked.
I want to add that this (to me) obvious hoax does not shake at all my firm conviction that some large unknown human-like primate lives in the northwest of the United States and in the western provinces of Canada, not to mention of course certain mountain ranges of northeastern and central Asia."
This sums up this extraordinary case as of the time of writing. Nothing has been proved and nothing has been disproved, despite all the sound and some considerable fury. But this is par for the course in these matters. All we can hope for is the capture of an ABSM in the area, which would settle one rankling question. However, even that would probably not solve the second one--to wit, was this film a fraud?
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Ivan Sanderson, More "Things," 1969, Pyramid Books
Chapter 6 (pp. 79-88), "Giant Skulls"
There are some things I can readily accept; there are others, however, over which I boggle, or from which I retreat precipitately. I have been in full retreat from this one for nearly eight years, but I am afraid that, on the grounds of common honesty, I must now throw all caution to the proverbial winds--i.e., the storm of criticism-and give it to you straight. This whole business at first sounds so balmy as to constitute an absurdity ... but....
The possibility of there being a number of different large or as-yet-uncaught and unidentified animals existing in the seas and oceans does not faze me one bit. In fact, since we have a film of something of this nature in a fresh-water lake (see Tim Dinsdale's effort on the Loch Ness Monster) [Footnote 38--Dinsdale, Tim, The Leviathans, London: Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd., 1966; Loch Ness Monster, London: Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd., 1961] I am prepared to say that the possibility has moved up into the category of probability. I long ago accepted that it was highly probable that there were large primitive human beings clothed in fur, still existing in many parts of the world, including our own Northwest. [Footnote 39--Sanderson, Ivan T. Abominable Snowmen: Legend Come to Life, Philadelphia: Chilton Company, 1961; paperback edition, New York: Pyramid Publications, 1968.] We now have a film of such an alleged creature taken by a Mr. Roger Patterson of Yakima, Washington, that has been viewed by a group of Canadian scientists and pronounced by them to be not a fake and definitely to constitute the next stage toward accepting the existence of such creatures. But when it comes to this one... !
I will not forget the day that a man, who had collected oddities for many years, came to me in New York with samplings of his massive files, dumping on my desk a fat item on the subject of such hairy primates as reported from British Columbia, Washington, Oregon, and northern California. Frankly, although I had for years been collecting material on the infamous "abominable snowman", "Meh-teh', or Yeti of the Himalayas and was agreeable to accepting the reports on it from European and American mountaineers, I was just not prepared for the same or similar things right in our own back yard. But then, ten years later I went to that "back yard" and saw for myself the endless parade of foot-tracks left by such alleged creatures, and talked with hundreds of the sanest local folk who stated that they had known of these creatures since childhood and who alleged, in many cases, that they had encountered them themselves. But enough of what we do know and which some of us have accepted. This up-coming item is, I must say in all honesty, just a bit too much.
Gigantic--not just "giant"--human beings living in the sea! But first, the facts (or allegations), then some analysis, and, finally, some "history".
In 1961 I wrote a book entitled Abominable Snowmen--Legend Come to Life, which covered just about all that has been said on the matter of relic, primitive, fully-furred hominids still existing in various parts of the world from Scandinavia and the Caucasus, throughout the mountainous areas of Asia, to Siberia, then into Alaska, and south all the way down the western sides of North, Central, and South America to Tierra del Fuego, as well as all across northern Canada, and in various places in the tropics. As a result, all manner of interesting little ditties came to me in the mail. Most of them simply confirmed what I had said other people had said about these things, or added similar items, but from other areas. Among them, however, was a remarkable letter from a lady in Idaho--remarkable not only for the information it contained but also for its extraordinary cogency and the manifest demonstration that the writer was a person of not only higher education, but of rather exceptional erudition. Among other things (after denigrating herself almost to the point of near intellectual extinction) she announced that she had just published a book on the hybridization of Irises. You don't, or cannot, do that unless you know something of genetics. I would like to publish this letter in full, but space does not allow, so I must paraphrase.
The facts came from one of her sons (she was a great-grandmother) who had been an engineer in the U.S. Army during World War II. This man relates the following:
Having volunteered in 1940 for active duty, he was sent to join an engineering unit that built the Alcan Highway to Alaska. When this was completed, he was sent, with this unit, the 1081st Company, Maintenance Engineers, to the island of Kodiak for a rest period, and was then shipped with his unit to a tiny island named Shemya that lies half a mile east of Atu (and which is separated from it only by a half-mile shallow channel) that is the last of the Aleutians going towards Asia. The Japanese were still on Atu and the purpose of landing on Shemya was to turn the island into an airstrip, it being flat and low, except for a small rise at the eastern end. Enemy resistance had been expected here but, on landing, only one dead Japanese soldier was found. However, there were neat signs all around the island stating that it, and anything found on it, was the property of (of all things) the Smithsonian Institution! When these signs were erected was not known to this engineering outfit--whether they were pre-war and left by the Japanese, erected by the enemy, or by some military unit that had got there before them. This business is odd to say the least; but wait.
According to my correspondent, her son stated that when the bulldozers arrived, they started leveling the whole island of small bumps and finally tackled the slight elevation at the east end. Curiously, this was said to have been composed of many layers of "muck", silt, and soil, with underlying sedimentary rock, while the lower land and the beaches were composed of a mixture of sedimentary and non-sedimentary rocks and boulders. As this eastern bump was scooped off, bones of all kinds began to come to light, first, those of whales, seals, walrus and such, but later and lower, those of extinct animals like mammoths. Finally, at a depth of about six feet, what appeared to be a graveyard of human remains was uncovered. These were wholly of crania (not whole skulls) and the long bones of the legs. Associated with them were numerous doll-like artifacts carved out of mammoth and walrus ivory, but "fossilized"--after they had been carved. There were also chipped flint instruments (no flint on the island) and other bone and stone implements of both very small and a rather large size.
The crania of the human skulls, which are categorically stated to be of modem human conformation with full foreheads (not sloping, ape-like ones with big brow-ridges) measured from 22" to 24" from base to crown. What is more, every one of them is said to have been neatly trepanned!
Now, the average person's skull measures only about 8" from front to back, and the cranium, i.e., the upper bit containing the brain box, stands only about 6" high--and we measure an average 5 feet 6 inches tall. Of course, there can be small people with very big heads, and there can be enormous people with small heads. I once crossed the Pacific on a Japanese liner with a Texan who was then alleged to be the tallest man in the world, at 9'2" in height. Of course, he wore a 10-gallon hat, so that the size of his head could not be accurately ascertained. He also wore cowboy boots, but be was indeed impressive, and had to enter the main saloon on all fours. He was also a charmer, especially to the Japanese flight attendants who did not reach his waist, and the Captain who did--just. However, the proportions of the body to the head in the case of a cranium that stands nearly two feet tall are something quite else again. Such an enormity is this that we resorted to some practical investigation by blowing up the outline of a modern-type human skull, enlarged to the measurements given, but on the conservative side of 22" high. The proportions and size of the body needed to support this item--of a humanoid form--would be something that stood about twenty feet.
Now, a large male giraffe may stand almost twenty feet, and the extinct Baluchitherium, the bulkiest land animal we know--the dinosaurs not excluded--which was related to the rhinoceroses, also stood as tall and had a gigantic and massive body. However, both these animals are supported on four legs. A humanoid of this type would presumably stand on only two, and, while its bulk would be less than that of either of these other animals, gravity would still exert an enormous pull (or push) down upon these two legs. How could the creature get about, even with enormous leg muscles? There is a limit to the tonnage in air that bone can support on the surface of this earth (in air that is) and, although bone is an amazingly strong material, it has to become progressively more massive to support weights above a certain point; and there would seem to be a point beyond which it simply cannot go, lest it become so massive that it literally bogs down the whole animal. But in water ...
The record whale ever measured was a female Blue at 113 1/2 feet; and by the new method of estimating total weight at 1 1/2 tons per foot of length, this comes out at about 170 tons. This enormity probably could, like its confreres, leap clean out of the sea, but if stranded it would die of suffocation in short order, since its sheer weight would crush the rib-cage and lungs. Buoyed up by water, however, the gravitational pull on its mass was completely nullified. The same goes for all other animals that live in water--fifty-foot squids, one-ton jellyfish, six-foot lobsters, and so on.
Now, if we must accept this report of human-like beings with crania 22" high, and thus needing a massive body some twenty feet tall to support them, what would be the most rational solution of their problem? It would be for them to live in or spend most of their time in water.
There are two aspects to this mad exercise. First, a highly esteemed scientist of the utmost probity, Professor Alister Hardy of Oxford University, England, made so bold as to publish a technical paper in 1960 on the possibility that (modern) man went through a semi-aquatic stage by gaining his food by diving for shellfish off shallow coasts. [Footnote 40--Hardy, Prof. Alister, quoted in AP verbatim report of March 6, 1960 conference of marine scientists, Brighton, England in New York Herald Tribune 7 March 1960.] A note in this paper suggested that he (man) had retained head-hair to protect his scalp from the sun. This notion at first sounds almost as balmy as our present exercise, but this scientist was neither ridiculed nor read out of court. In fact, he was taken seriously by many of his colleagues (this is something that has never ceased to amaze me). The other aspect of the suggestion that, if twenty-foot men ever did exist, they must have lived in the sea, and this leads us into other channels. We will start with the word "kelp".
This word is defined by the dictionary as: "Large kinds of seaweed; calcined ashes of same, used for the manufacture of carbonate of soda, iodine, etc., formerly used in making soap and glass". "Kelpie", on the other hand, is a Gaelic word now incorporated into the English language, but meaning originally a "Water-Spirit, usually in the form of a horse, reputed to delight in the drowning of travelers, etc." (Note the somewhat ominous "etc.".) From the former designation we derive our North American name for the vast beds of seaweed that grow in comparatively shallow waters all along our west coast from the farthest western Aleutian Islands, via Alaska, to southern California, which local citizens call simply the "kelp beds". These are very remarkable in many respects, not the least being that some of their vast fronds that float at the surface of the sea are anchored to the bottom by stalks that may be nearly half a mile long. In these kelp beds there exists a large and varied fauna; these range from specialized invertebrates that cling or buzz about in its floating fronds to the Gray Whale, several seals and sea lions, and the remarkable Sea-Otter. Most of these animals are predaceous or carnivorous, and they find a wealth of food in the kelp beds.
A race of twenty-foot-tall humans could not obtain however, even in this environment, enough animal food to maintain themselves. Lacking the cutting-teeth of the seals, or the scoop-mouths of whales, which ingest tons of small food, or grasping appendages, they just would not have been able to gain a living. If, on the other band, they were vegetarians and fed principally on the kelp itself, they could indeed have thrived and multiplied, and grown to such monumental proportions. Then there is another thing.
There is now undeniable evidence that, whatever the cause--the earth's crust is shifting; the axis wobbling, or the whole earth is going through successive cold and warm phases--the far northern latitudes around the Bering Sea, Alaska, and eastern Siberia once, and until comparatively recently, enjoyed a warm temperate climate. On Wrangel and other islands north of eastern Siberia there have been found, in addition to endless bones of mammoths and other mammals, whole flowering and fruit-bearing trees, notably of the order of the plums, up to forty-feet in length, buried shallowly in the muck around their coasts. This whole area in fact seems to have been habitable for a long time by animals evolved in warm temperate climates. Could humanoids, hominids, or even humans have developed the practice--as mooted by Professor Hardy--of gaining their living by diving in moderately warm coastal seas? Could they have continued to do so, while the general climate deteriorated, by leaning most heavily on kelp for food? The idea is admittedly most highly improbable but can we honestly say that it is impossible?
So, one has to turn to the third and last aspect of this whole preposterous business. This is to say, to the "historical".
When the lady in Idaho wrote me those four pages of most sensible material, I immediately replied, asking for further information. She replied, saying that her son positively refused to write on this matter and for several reasons: notably that an Englishman (whose name is very well known in the literary field) had annoyed him to the point of complete withdrawal by writing demanding letters of a patronizing nature that infuriated him. However, my correspondent wrote to her son on my behalf and obtained the name and number of the military outfit in which he worked in Alaska, the Yukon, on Kodiak, and on the island of Shemya. I then began a process of checking, working through the General Services Administration, National Personnel Records Center, St. Louis, Missouri.
From this most estimable and competent organization, I obtained the names of four officers of this 1081st Company, including that of their senior Intelligence Officer. I began writing letters. I received most gratifying replies from two of these gentlemen, one whom confirmed that he was with the outfit on Shemya but stating that he had not heard of any anthropological or archaeological discoveries there. The other letter, from a gentleman now resident in New Jersey, stated: "I recall that as we were building a road around the south east end of Shemya Island, the bulldozers did uncover some human bones, ivory carvings, etc. There was considerable excitement over this. . . . I recall that this area was put under the control of the Base Commander and all of the findings were to be handled by this base unit." The other two retired officers to whom I wrote did not reply. Later, however, I traced down the Senior Intelligence Officer of this unit, but my letter to him was returned, stamped "Moved--No Forwarding Address".
To go back, though, I find that I should report some much less pleasant implications. First, there is this curious business of the island being clearly marked "off-limits" as being the perquisite of the Smithsonian. I do not quite understand this. But then comes a much less pleasant conundrum. it is alleged by my primary informants that the men aboard the island made a sort of hobby of collecting the artifacts found with the bones, but that they were told to turn them all in, under penalty. However, one man who had been a museum preparator, knowing something of their value and possible significance, made a small collection that he hoped to take back to the mainland. This was discovered, and the man was immediately arrested and held incommunicado. Later, when a civilian crew of engineers came to relieve the enlisted outfit, this man was allegedly shipped back to the States "in irons", as the saying goes, and was dispatched to (the military) Leavenworth.
Then come a number of flat statements from various sources; to wit, that a number of these skulls, or bits of them, plus other bones, some of the "dolls", and other artifacts, were collected, crated, and dispatched to the Smithsonian. I have no evidence that this was (or is) so, apart from these written statements. However, now thoroughly irked by all this, I made formal application to the Smithsonian for some clarification of all this--either a written denial of it, or some information as to just what happened to any material of this nature that was shipped to them from the Island of Shemya, circa 1945-46. I have never received a reply.
Either this whole story (and I would emphasize that it is just that, rather than a "report!", as of now) is pure hog-wash, or it is true. If the former, how come such very sensible-sounding persons have written as they have; and how is it that there is confirmation, up to a point, from ex-military personnel who were at the spot when this happened? If it is true, then where the hell are the finds? Why have they not been examined, published upon, and otherwise made public? As my original informant said in one of her letters: "Perhaps you are right in saying that these people just cannot face rewriting all their textbooks."
But the really unpleasant thing to me is being asked to accept anything so utterly bizarre as twenty-foot, semi-aquatic, marine, "modern" humans. Isn't this pushing things a bit too far: or is it? I have to await expressions from the Smithsonian if there are any, which I am afraid I have to say that I rather doubt at this juncture.
Meantime, we reconstructed the outline of the alleged Shemya crania. This was done simply by extrapolation or "blowing-up" the outline of an average modern human cranium. I then asked an old friend of mine, the anthropologist Professor George A. Agogino, currently head of the Paleo-Indian Institute, Eastern New Mexico University, Portales, New Mexico to come take a look at the photo. He is one of the very few professional scientists who we felt would not burst out laughing and then refuse even to listen to the story. In this we were correct.
George Agogino said nothing when he first saw this monstrosity. He regarded it for a very long time; then asked if he could go into another room and read the file undisturbed. This he did; when he rejoined us, the first thing he asked was what the shaded outline was within the last molar tooth. I had not pointed this out to him earlier as I wanted him to have the story straight and without this entirely extraneous interjection.
This sort of "inner tooth" in the drawing is an outline-tracing (actual size) taken from a photograph of the first tooth of an extinct creature, named Gigantopithecus, originally found in a Chinese apothecary store in Hong-Kong by one Dr. G. H. R. von Koenigswald [Footnote 41--Koenigswald, G. H. R. von, Meeting Prehistoric Man, New York: Harper & Bros., 1956] in 1935. (Since then quite a number of teeth and some bones of this giant anthropoid have been found in caves along with other deposits in southern China.) From the conformation of the teeth and bones it is now generally thought that this creature was a giant Pongid or ape. Reconstructions of it have been published, notably one in the Illustrated London News. [Footnote 42--"A Giant Ape of 500,000 Years Ago: New Light on the Monster Gigantopithecus of Prehistoric China", Illustrated London News, 13 April 1957.] The animal was assessed at eight to twelve feet tall by the British, ten to fifteen feet tall by the Chinese.
Reducing the outline of the cranium to fit this inner outline, we then found that we had a skull of such enormous size as to be quite beyond belief. Since this tooth exists, there can be no question about its size per se. (The alternative is that the creature it grew in had a jaw out of all proportion to the rest of its head, like a Pithecanthropine, an Australopithecine, or some lower type, or like the crazy Olduvai skull turned up by Leakey.) However, its owner can not be a vast ape because this tooth is typically hominid, and even "human" shaped!
We then tried the whole thing over again with a molar tooth of another extinct hominid named Meganthropus (thought to be a large form of Pithecanthropine) and therefore to have had a very small brain box in proportion to its jaws; but still the skull, patterned on a blowup of Pithecanthropus itself, was so enormous it would have required indeed a twelve-foot body to support it. Thus, we found ourselves going around in a circle of speculation. George Agogino was gracious enough to hear us out and comment on each of these efforts without either lapsing into ribaldry or bypassing the "logic" of the exercise. But he did admit to being greatly puzzled by one thing. This was that nobody seemed previously to have "speculated" upon the implications of the sizes of the teeth of Gigantopithecus and Meganthropus.
Just what kind and size of skull did they grow in? Further, did the hominids develop huge vegetarian forms that needed these enormous teeth for crushing rough fibers? Finally, could any such forms have had truly "modem" human-type skulls? There are no answers to these questions, and there will not be until and unless we get substantial parts of said skulls, and of the limb and other bones of the bodies that supported them. Meantime, the results of this speculation throw a rather different light on the Shemya story.

ARE THEY THE LAST CAVEMEN?

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Are they the last cavemen?
By Francis Dickie
Lincoln Star
British Columbia Startled by the Appearance of “Sasquatch,” a Strange Race of Hairy GiantsIt is peculiarly in keeping with the topsy-turvy year of violently varying weather, universal human unrest, droughts, grasshopper plagues and other phenomena that there now comes from various eyewitnesses the report of seeing some of the “Sasquatch,” those weird hairy men reported for twenty years to dwell in the tremendous and unexplored mountain region of British Columbia, Canada.
Their reported return is particularly in keeping with this unusual year, as remarkable for the number of appearances of various startling monsters sighted from Scotland to the Caribbean, from the Pacific to the Mediterranean, the reality of which is affirmed by scores of eyewitnesses. Moreover, the statements of some of these people, in so far as curious denizens of the oceans are concerned, have been borne out, for within a short time of each other, at a dozen places on the European coast, the remains of incredible monsters of the deep have been cast up.
Of all these mysterious earthly visitants, perhaps the “Sasquatch” is the least known, by reason of the rarity of their appearance and the reluctance of those who have seen them to talk.
THE existence of a troglodyte race inhabiting the mountains of British Columbia in many of the vast caves is a tribal legend among the Chehalis Indians and those of the Skwah Reservation, near Chilliwack, in the Harrison Lake district, about a hundred miles east of Vancouver. Among the Indians the race has been known for centuries by the name “Sasquatch,” or hairy men.
But reports of these creatures being seen frequently at various times over a period of the last twenty years, and more frequently in recent weeks, have caused a number of people to raise the question if these strange creatures may not be more than an Indian legend of the past, and that some of this race of cavern dwellers are still living in the unexplored fastness of British Columbia.
The Sasquatch have been seen, according to the statements from both white men and Indians. The wild, hairy men have mostly been reported in the Harrison Lake district, but also as far east as the mountainous region of Yale, on the main line of the Canadian Pacific Railway.
The repeated reports of eyewitnesses of seeing one or more of the huge hairy men in recent years, and more particularly in the last month, and the mounting number of the reports of eyewitnesses now seem to point strongly that the old tribal legend, long contemptuously flouted by the white man, is true, and that at least a few of this mysterious race may still inhabit the solitudes nearby where once they were numerous. The possibility of this is further borne out when it is recalled that the remains of a giant race of men recently have been unearthed in the mountainous region of Mexico.
The chief difficulty, in fact the whole task of an investigator, in matters of such phenomena as Sasquatch or sea serpents, is, of course, the credibility of the witnesses. If untruthful, what motive lies behind their story? In the case of the Sasquatch, the element of credence is heightened because in most cases the witnesses have been reluctant ones, some of them not revealing their stories for years.
From a careful comparison of all eyewitness statements to date, all are closely in agreement as to the following facts: The Sasquatch are gigantic men, varying from six and one-half to seven feet in height. One, and only one, witness states the nose of them to be very broad, and the arms long, reaching below the knee. All but one are agreed as to the hideousness of the face.
However, as in most instances the Sasquatch were not seen close up, it is natural the descriptions remain very general. Those people who have been close were so terror-stricken that their accounts are vague. Yet, aside from one of the most recent happenings, in only two other cases have the Sasquatch shown themselves hostile.
THE fact that some of these strange people have just been reported close to civilization at this time accurately compares with dates noted by the Chehalis Indians. The Indians have oral records covering three generations. According to them, members of the tribe have seen in the Springtime every fourth year the light of a great fire on one of the highest peaks in the Chehalis Range. The fire burns for four nights, riding in a very high, thin column. Sometimes it is suddenly extinguished, to rise again a little later. That this is some periodic mark of a return to a certain place of worship at some ancient shrine, or a communication with members in some remote mountain fastness, are possible conjectures.
These periodic returns to some ancient gathering place do bring these people close to what are now civilized areas.
A few days ago, a middle-aged Indian, Tom Cedar, was trout fishing from his canoe on Morris Creek, a tributary of the Harrison. He was near a rocky terraced bank. Suddenly a large rock struck the water so close to his canoe that he was drenched by the splash. Looking up, he saw with amazement a huge hairy man above him just as he threw another rock. This also barely missed the canoe. Cedar paddled rapidly upstream to the settlement.
By way of noting an odd coincidence, this particular stream, now called Morris Creek, was known as Saskakau when the white man first arrived, and is so called on old maps. Nearby are caverns which were investigated by Captain Warde, forty years a resident in the district. He states they bear evidence of habitation. Upon the walls are some crude drawings. In this region, according to the Indians, two large bands of Sasquatch fought a long time ago until both were brought almost to extinction.
THE other evidence of hostile intention of some of these creatures dates back twenty years and consists of the statements of two Indians, Peter and Paul Williams, of Chehalis. The following is very much a condensed resume:
“On an evening in May,” states Peter, “I was about a mile from the reserve, near the foot of the mountain, when what I at first took to be a bear rose up in the underbrush. It was between six and seven feet tall, covered with hair. I turned and ran through the underbrush to my dugout. The hairy man came after me. I paddled across the stream, which is not very deep, and the man waded after. I reached the house where my wife and child were inside. I bolted the door. Presently the hairy man arrived. It was growing dark. He prowled around, grunting and growling, but after a little while went away.”
About the same time Paul was chased from a creek where he was fishing. But the giant did not run after him very far, and apparently the action was only to drive the man away to get the fish he had taken.
On another occasion in the next year, Peter and another man came upon two giants so close as to distinguish a man and a woman. Though the Indians ran, they were not pursued.
Charley Victor, now living at Chilliwack, relates that he and a little group of companions, while bathing in a mountain lake near Yale, suddenly looked up to see a huge man, naked and hairy, looking down upon them from among the trees.
“His big eyes looked very kind, and I was about to speak to him when he drew back into the trees,” related Charley.
Here we have the only witness who gives a favorable reaction to sight of the mysterious race.
This took place many years ago and at a point about a hundred miles from where the majority of the Sasquatch have been reported seen in recent times.
THE next account of which any fully recorded evidence is now to be seen deals with September, 1927, near the little mountain town of Agassiz, which is very near the points at which all the other Sasquatch have been reported. A party of hop-pickers were picnicking here. On their way to this[,] a man, named Herbert Point, and a girl, Adeline August, were walking when they saw a strange creature approaching. “He was twice as big as the average man, with hands [arms?] so long they nearly touched the ground, and his nose seemed spread all over his face. His body was covered with hair like an animal. He stopped within fifty feet of us. We ran away as fast as we could.” The lines in quotes are excerpts from a letter written by the man in answer to a query of what he had seen.
Within recent weeks Emma Paul and Millie Saul, two other members of the Chehalis Reserve, saw one of the Sasquatch near their home on the fringe of the woods. Several nights later he was heard prowling around the home of Millie Saul, and one rubbed his hand over the window frame.
To date, the last report was from Harrison Mills, a small hamlet on the Harrison River.
The woman, on hearing a humming noise, looked up to see a big man covered with hair on the edge of the clearing. She was frightened. Taking a backward step, she fell into one of the half-full laundry tubs at which she had been working. When she had extricated herself and looked again, the man had disappeared.
Such, in brief, are the legendary and eyewitness stories regarding the Sasquatch.
THE scientific board connected with the Museum of Vancouver is skeptical regarding the existence of any such remnant of a race that once might have roamed the forested regions.
An objection that the climate is too rigorous for a naked race, no matter how hairy, might be answered by pointing to the Fengians, who live in a much more inhospitable one.
The eyewitness reports have always been reluctantly given. There may be many more. The chief objection among the natives to telling white inquirers is fear of ridicule. This sensitiveness is much stronger among natives than whites.
Here, for the present, the matter must rest. Perhaps further witnesses may be heard in the future. Remembering, however, in judging the possibilities of the existence of the Sasquatch, how many people have seen sea serpents and that remains of strange creatures have been recently washed on various shores. It is quite within the bounds of probability that just as there are unknown forms of life in the boundless depths of the ocean, equally so may there be in the enormous wilderness stretches of British Columbia wild hairy men roaming.

HORIZON CITY MONSTER

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El Paso history is never dead

Horizon City's monster

07/31/2003
By Adriana M. Chàvez
More than two years ago, Cecelia Montañez saw the creature for the first time: more than 7 feet tall, with faded dark brown fur, and standing in the desert near Eastlake Boulevard and Darrington Road.
"I saw a big gorilla-like thing walking toward the desert," Montañez said.
Montañez says she and other Horizon City residents have witnessed a large, bigfoot-type creature lurking in the desert, usually near Eastlake, and near Lake El Paso. While others, including law-enforcement officials, believe the sightings are part of a hoax, Montañez said what she and other people have witnessed is true.
The legend of the monster goes back to the early 1970s, but no actual evidence has been found, according to many longtime Horizon City residents.
Montañez, a retired secretary, moved from East El Paso to Horizon City three years ago. She said she has seen the creature on two occasions, the last sighting taking place near her home last October.
Montañez said that after the first sighting, she remembered an article that ran in the Sept. 20, 1975, edition of the El Paso Times. The article reported that three teenagers saw a gorilla-like creature near the Horizon City golf course. Bill Rutherford, a former deputy with the El Paso County Sheriff's Department, said in the article that he did see a track, but that it "appeared to have been dug."
"Someone had to have made those tracks," Rutherford said in a recent phone interview. "There's a lot of people that were very upset, but it never bothered me. I didn't think it was for real."
Rutherford was a deputy until 1979, and in 1988 became Horizon City's first police chief. He retired after 10 years, and remembers that although he didn't believe the teens' stories, he felt obligated to investigate.
"I was a deputy sheriff, so I was regulated to do something," Rutherford said. "I never saw it. I thought it was a hoax.
Horizon City Police Chief Tony Aguilar has been the town's chief for about two years, and said he doesn't recall any reports of bigfoot sightings.
"We've had reports before of meteorites landing in the desert, but nothing about bigfoots," Aguilar said.
Aguilar remembered hearing about a hermit who may have lived in the mountains near Horizon City in the early 1970's.
"He had long hair and he was unshaven," Aguilar recalled. "A lot of hunters at one point found a little cave, and found old cans, and like he had been living off the land."
Although Montañez maintains the creatures live in caverns that exist underneath Horizon City, Phil Goodell, a geology professor at the University of Texas at El Paso, said no such caverns exist.
"Large desert expanses can't have caverns," Goodell said. "You have to have limestone rock, like Carlsbad Caverns does."
Montañez said she got some of her information on the creature from at least one law-enforcement official who has investigated the creature sightings and developed a profile.
"He said the mothers go out to find food, and that they nurse their young just like we do," she said.
Aguilar said if anyone reported seeing the creature to police, "we would look into it and take it seriously, with whatever information we had to work on."
Montañez described the creatures as having red glowing eyes, "like cats," she said, and as being vegetarians. Since El Paso is mostly desert with no vegetation, Montañez said, the creatures suck the blood out of small animals and eat their organs.
Irene Scanlon, 57, said she heard about sightings of the creatures a while ago, but has never seen them.
"It sounds like they're trying to make it seem like a chupacabra," Scanlon said. "I don't believe it at all. I think it's just someone trying to get publicity."
But Montañez said she's not trying to seek publicity, and would like to see Horizon City become a tourist attraction like Roswell, which is known for being the supposed site of a UFO crash in 1947.
"My daughter didn't believe it either, but when she saw it, she changed her story," Montañez said. "They really exist."
Montañez has told of her experiences to friends and family, including two Socorro High School varsity baseball players.
"I've been looking for them around the desert," said George De La Fuente, 16, a junior at Socorro High, who has been watching for the creature along with his friend, Anthony Paez, 15, a sophomore at Socorro. "I just want to see them. I have to see one to believe it."
A closer look
Witnesses of the Horizon City creature claim it is between 7 and 8 feet tall with very broad shoulders and an elongated head.
Cecelia Montañez, who claims to have seen the creature twice, says the creatures "have very short hair and are a faded brownish-maroon color."
Montañez said the creatures also have red glowing eyes and a mouth that resembles that of a bulldog.
Many witnesses say the creatures can be seen near Lake El Paso late at night drinking water.
Others say they have heard the creatures humming as they drive through Eastlake Boulevard, or know the creatures are around because of their strong odor.

ARGOSY MAGAZINE 1968

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For more than a century, people have been saying that a huge,
hairy primitive human roams the unmapped mountains of the Northwest. Here
is the first tangible evidence that Bigfoot or Sasquatch really exists! First
Photos of Bigfoot, California's Legendary ;Abominable Snowmanby Ivan T. Sanderson
Sanderson was heavily credentialed, see his bio at the bottom...
At three-thirty p.m.
on the twentieth of October last year, two young men, Roger Patterson
and Bob Gimlin were packing it on horseback into one of the
last remaining great wilderness areas, northeast of Eureka, California. Their
saddlebags contained, on one side, rifles and grub and, on the other,
ready-loaded movie and still cameras and other equipment. They were following
a creek, which had been washed out two years ago in the terrible floods
that devastated most of northern California.
This was some twenty miles
beyond the end of an access road for logging and about thirty-five miles
in from the nearest and only blacktop road in this vast, as yet not fully
mapped area of National Forest. I have been up this Bluff Creek and, as
a botanist; I can tell you that it is rugged-four layers or tiers of trees,
the tallest up to 200 feet, and dense undergrowth. Also, the terrain goes
up and down a gigantic saw tooth. Roger and Bob rounded a sharp bend in the sandy arroyo of the creek. Then
it happened.
The horses reared suddenly in alarm and threw both the riders. Luckily,
Roger fell off to the right and, being an experienced horseman, disengaged
himself and grabbed his camera. Why? Because he had spotted what had turned
their horses into mad broncos. About 100 feet ahead, on the other side
of the creek bed, there was a huge, hairy creature that walked like a
man.
The way Roger described it to me would not, I am afraid, make much sense
to you; but then, Roger had been hunting this sort of creature for many
years. What he actually said was: Gosh darn it, Ivan, right there
was a Bigfoot. And, fer pity's sakes, she was a female! Just wait till
you see the film.


Roger is a North-westerner and he does not waste words, but what he does
say, I listen to. This is what he told me: On the other side of
the creek, back up against the trees, there was a sort of man-creature
that we estimated later, by measuring some logs that appear in the film,
to have been about seven feet tall.
Both Bob and I estimate--and this
pretty well matched what others told us from examination of the depth
to which her tracks sank into hard sand--that she would weigh about three
hundred and fifty pounds. She was covered with short, shiny, black hair,
even her big, droopy breasts. She seemed to have a sort of peak on the
back of her head, but whether this was longer hair or not I don't know. Anyhow, hair came right down her forehead to meet her eyebrows, if she
had any; and it came right up to just under her cheekbones. And--oh, get
this-she had no neck! What I mean is, the bottom of her head just seemed
to broaden out onto and into her wide, muscular shoulders. I don't think
you'll see it in the film, but she walked like a big man in no hurry,
and the soles of her feet were definitely light in color.
This last bit got me, as I have seen really black-skinned Melanesians
with pale pink palms and soles. I don't want to sound facetious, but this
whole thing gets hairier and hairier, as you will see in a
moment.











Roger did something then that I have never known any professional photographers
to do, even if his camera was loaded with the right film, he had the cap
off the lens, the thing set at the right F stop and so on. He started
running, handholding his Kodak sixteen-mm loaded with Kodachrome film,
trying to focus on this creature. What he got was just about
what any amateur would get in such circumstances. But then he got a real
break.

As Roger put it: She was just swinging along as the first part of
my film shows but, all of a sudden, she just stopped dead and looked around
at me. She
wasn't scared a bit. Fact is, I don't think she was scared of me, and
the only thing I can think of is that the clicking of my camera was new
to her.Okay, I said. Tell me this, Roger--the hunting season
was on, wasn't it?You're darned shooting right it was,
Bob Gimlin chimed in. And out that way, anything moving with fur
on it is liable to get shot.
But actually, there just aren't any hunters way up there, twenty miles beyond
the only road, known as the Bluff Creek access. Could it be that this
Mrs. Bigfoot knew all about guns but was puzzled by the whirring of a
small movie camera? And another thing: everybody who says they have been
close to one of these creatures or has found one of their beds
has stressed the ghastly, nauseating stink they exude and leave behind.
Was this what really scared the horses or did the horses scare the Adorable
Woodsman, which is my name for the lady?
(While we referred to this in the title as the Abominable Snowman; for purposes
of quick identification, the Bigfoot or Sasquatch, zoologically, has nothing
to do with the Himalayan Abominable Snowman known for centuries in Asia
and first brought to the attention of the western world in 1921. Our lady
is a form of primitive, full-furred human. The Yeti, or Abominable Snowman
of the Himalayas is some sort of giant, rock-climbing ape, in my opinion,
and that of Professor Carleton S. Coon. The Yeti footprints found have
an opposed big toe, almost like a hand. The Bigfoot has an unopposed toe,
such as is seen only on human-type creatures.)









While Roger took the film, Bob got the horses calmed down and then rode
over the creek. Roger was running again after the Bigfoot, still handholding
his movie camera. Despite the logs and trash on the route she took-and
it was not even a game trail-he got sortie parting shots which turned
out to be of particular interest to the scientists. But we will come to
that later.
At that point, I asked Bob - because he was then what is called the
back-up man, which means that he was now close enough to see Roger
clearly.'' Just what was Roger doing? He was running like hell, jumping them logs and going up into the
real thick bush.Did you see her, too? Yeah, Ivan,
but 'way ahead and really taking off for the hills.

This brought me up sharp, because I had by that time viewed their film
(and half a dozen out-takes, blown up, in full color as transparencies,
which I had examined under strong magnifying lenses on an illuminated
shadow-box several times and projected by three different projectors).
In every case, the creature was--at standard speed for photogs (twenty-four
frames per sec) -as Roger said; at first the thing just ambling along,
swinging her rather long arms, not running scared, and even stopping for
a brief look-see over her shoulder as it were; then ambling on again into
the deep woods ....Yet here was the back-up man saying that she had taken
off for the hills. Roger, however, backed up his back-up man unprompted.
When she got around the corner and into the real heavy stuff [timber
and underbrush] she did take off--running, I mean--because, when we lost
her tracks on pine needles after tracking her for about three and a-half
miles, we took plaster casts of her tracks. Now, down by the creek, in
the sand, where we first spotted her, her stride was from forty to forty-two
inches from the back of the heel on the left side to the back of the right
heel ahead; but when she got really going, she
left tracks that measured sixty-five inches from back heel to back heel.
Man, she was running just like you and I do! Why 'she'?
I asked Roger. Well, Ivan, let's run that film through again, and
you tell me, as a trained zoologist, if that thing has pendulous breasts
or not.
We ran the film again, slowly, and we had a stop-and-hold device on the
projector by which we can hold any frame without fear of burning it. This
we did and, so help me, there are definitely large, pendant breasts fully
covered with short, black hair. No ape (or monkey) is known to have had
any such development of the female mammary glands. Human beings, on the other hand, do -- frequently.
Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin actually had nothing much more to add.
They presented us, both newsmen and scientists, with this film for appraisal.
'We viewed it, and our findings follow. But, for my money, these young
men, after six years of sensible effort, have turned up with the first
bit of (possibly) concrete evidence for something that, however fantastic
it may sound, has been going on for years, both in this country and Canada-and
a lot of other places in the world, like Russia, for instance. So let
me get down to a proper analysis from both a scientific anti journalistic
point of view.
Before I do this, however; I want to say that, in this day of technology,
anything can be a hoax. But elaborate hoaxes cost a lot of money, and
if they are to fool scientists and the like, they also require plenty
of knowledge. Anyway, here's what we did to verify and check it out: I
have known Roger Patterson by correspondence [or about six years. He tells
me--and this flatters me to hell-that he got interested in this business
from reading a book I published in 1961, entitled, Snowmen-Legend
Come to Life (Chilton), which was a compendium of all I had
been able to find in published form on this subject up to that date. I,
myself, had been researching it since 1930. During this work, I found
that the British had first become cognizant of the matter in Asia in 1921,
and quite by mistake. However, as I went back in history, I discovered
that just such hairy, primitive, non-tribalized humanlike creatures have
been reported by scholars of various cultures and in literature for centuries
from almost all over the world. Thus, what Roger Patterson anti Bob Gimlin
achieved is not just an isolated incident. It fits a pattern, and precisely.
But what happened next?
Well, these young men had the sense to get their film carefully processed,
under guard, a copy made, and the original locked up in a vault so that
it could not be scratched, stolen or destroyed. Then they went to the
one group of people who really know about faking things--especially
like King Kong,apemen and other phony monsters-namely,
Universal Pictures in Hollywood. There they met Dale Sheets, head of the
Documentary Film Department, and top technicians in what is called the
Special Effects Department, who are the men who have actually made such
things for the movies.
They asked the technicians, in effect: Look at this strip of film,
fellows, and then tell us if you could reproduce that for us.No, the experts answered.
Maybe if you allotted a couple
of million bucks, we could try, but we'd have to invent a whole set of
new, artificial muscles; get a gorilla's skin and train an actor to walk
like that. It might be done, but off hand, we'd say it would be nearly
impossible.
So then Bob and Roger applied to various groups of American scientists
out west. None were seriously interested. There were, however, two Canadians
who had also been looking into this matter in their country, where the
creatures have been named Sasquatches (suss-kwatches). These Canadians,
Mr. John Green, a newspaper publisher of Harrison Lakes, British Columbia,
and Rene Dahinden, originally a Swiss mountaineer but for the past two
decades a government forestry officer for the Canadian government, flew
down to Yakima, Washington, and invited Roger, Bob, and Roger's brother
in-law, Al De Atley, to come up to British Columbia and give a group of
scientists there a showing.
They did, in Vancouver. At this meeting, there were, in addition to Dr.
Ian McTaggart-Cowan, Dean of Graduate Studies at the University of British
Columbia, who is the province's leading zoologist, a dozen or so scientists,
including Don Abbott, an anthropologist with the Provincial Museum in
Victoria.
Most of the scientists admitted in print that, though they had come to
the meeting skeptics, they had left somewhat shaken.
Here's how they stated their reactions in the Vancouver Province next
day: Dr. McTaggart-Cowan summed up the more cautious opinions when he said: The more a thing
deviates from the known, the better the proof of its existence must be.
Don Abbott spoke for the dozen or more scientists who appeared remarkably
close to being convinced: 'It is about as hard to believe the film
is faked as it is to admit that such a creature really lives. If there's
a chance to follow up scientifically, my curiosity is built to the point
where I'd want to go along with it.'Like most scientists,
however, I'm not ready to put my reputation on the line until something
concrete shows up-something like bones or a skull.'
Frank Beebe, well-known Vancouver naturalist and provincial museum
illustrator, commented:
I'm not convinced, but I think the film is genuine. And if I were
out in the mountains and I saw a thing like tiffs one, I wouldn't shoot
it. I'd be too afraid of how human it would look under the fur.
From a scientific standpoint, one of the hardest [acts to go against
is that there is no evidence anywhere in the western hemisphere of primate
(ape, monkey) evolution-and the creature in the film is definitely a primate.Beebe's objection,
however, was typical of those given by other experts who ventured
out of their own specialties to comment. Since I know something about
primates and about geography, I brought this matter to the attention of
Dr. Joseph T. Wraight, who happens to be the Chief Geographer of the U.S.
Coast and Geodetic Survey. His statement appears in detail elsewhere in
this magazine, but may I sum it up here by saying that the distinguished
Dr. Wraight--whose doctorate, by the way, is in Human Ecology--responded
in effect, Bunk! to this last objection.
One leading American weekly appeared to have been sufficiently impressed
by the film to fly Roger, Bob and Al, with their film (and out-takes from
same, blown up) to New York to hear their story straight. Armed with the
film and these statements, the three landed in New York and gave me a
buzz. I was with them in two hours. And then the jazz began!
Every time we called upon anybody, we were asked for further confirmation.
It was not easy, but we got it, step by step. But after a week of spending
other peoples' money, the boys, as I call them - though they are all married
and fathers-got a really rude, flat and, in my opinion. senseless turn-down.
So that's why the story I am writing is in these pages.
The boys have not asked anybody for a single cent for what they've got.
All they wanted was to be reimbursed for their out of-pocket expenses.
(This has been done.) For the rest, they need sufficient funds to mount
a properly equipped and trained small group to go into this or another
wilderness area for a full year to stage a real hunt for a Bigfoot--captured
alive or on film--or else at least for a skull or other physical evidence.
The most common question asked me about these Bigfoot (of California)
and the similar Sasquatches of Canada is: Why has nobody ever seen
one?
The answer to this is that they have, and by the hundreds,
and for a hundred years (let alone the earlier sightings by local Indians).
One is even alleged to have been captured on the transCanada railroad's
tracks in 1884; to have been examined by medical men and held in captivity
for some time. It was even mentioned in official dispatches to the Crown
by the (then) Colonial Governor of British Columbia. Further, I personally
took an extended trip in 1959 to the West, covering just about every area
from Alaska to California and even the Canadian Northwest Territories
interviewing several dozen people who said they had encountered these
creatures. All my findings up to 1961 went into my book, mentioned earlier.
Since then, however, further reports have continued to stream in at a
minimum of once a month.
Meantime, eight groups
that I know of went into the field, apart from Roger Patterson and Bob
Gimlin, and I know that the last have several scores of interviews on
tape with other witnesses. What is more, none other than Dr. Vladimir
Markotic, Associate Professor of Anthropology at the University of Calgary,
Alberta made two trips to the same area and assessed the current reports
two years ago. The next most common
question from non-zoologists that is, is usually: Why, if there
are so many of these big creatures running around haven't we ever found
a single bone of one?
My answer is simply to go and ask any game warden, real woodsman or professional
animal collector if he has ever found the dead body or even a bone of
any wild animal--except along roads, of course, or if killed by man. I
never have, in forty years, in five continents! No. Nature takes care
of her own and damned fast too. But there is another point here. These
creatures are apparently not even tribalized. In fact they seem to be
lone hunters or gatherers, forming only small family parties that break
up as soon as the youngsters can get along on their own. Unlike the next
stage up the ladder to people, they do not seem bury their dead. If they
did, we might have stumbled across their ritual burial grounds, even in
caves - though such are rarities - where they are reported to live.
Then, there is another
very prevalent notion: Almost everybody except zoologists-and even many
of them--seems to believe that no big, new animals could still remain
undiscovered. This is a complete fallacy. First, despite all the howls
about our population explosion, more than half the land surface of the
earth has not yet been mapped or for the most part even penetrated. Further,
the world's second bulkiest land animal--Cotton's wide-lipped rhinoceros
- was not found until 1910 and the forest giraffe or okapi until 1911,
and the giant sable antelope until 1929. Then there is the kouprey, the
second largest ox, found in Indochina in 1956, and, of course, the Coelacanth
fish in 1938, thought to have been extinct for some 70,000,000 years.
I might add that two herds, numbering 400 and 300 head respectively, of
forest bison-believed to have existed in not too pure a form in only one
national park in Canada-turned up in 1960 only eighty miles from the new
road going to Great Bear Lake.
[The Komodo dragon, which is the largest known reptile, wasn't discovered
until 1912. The mountain gorilla, an ape species peculiar to Africa, was
a native legend for centuries--just like Bigfoot and the Abominable Snowman--but
he wasn't established as a real creature by scientists until 1901.. .editor's
note]
The other most asked
question comes from the zoologists and professional anthropologists. It
is really twofold: (1) How could such a creature be in the North American
continent, because not one single bone or tooth of any true monkey (as
opposed to the South American monkeys, which are quite different) and
much less an ape, has ever found here? This is true, but then the same
people turn right around and state that (2) our Bigfoot, the Oh-mah and
Sasquatches are hominids, meaning on the human branch of our old family
tree. This I find to be completely ridiculous and totally unscientific.
Let me explain.
First, let us leave monkeys of all kinds out of it, and concentrate
on what scientists call the pongids (or apes) and the hominids (or man-types).
True, no ape has turned up on this continent; and I'm not surprised because
they are tropical animals and, although there have been mild, temperate
times in the Bering Sea and the Aleutians, they had no reason to go meandering
all the way up there and over here. The hominids, on the other hand, were
represented by several types that lived in cold climates, even up to the
ice front, in the case of the Neanderthalers; what is more, hominids in
the form of what we call humans (i.e. Homo sapiens)--such as our American
Indians, and later the Eskimos--seem to have been able to get here over
the land bridge, or the ice bridge at least, according to all the professional
scientists. So, may I ask, why is it so all-fired impossible for earlier
human types to have done the same? Also, would some anthropologist please
explain how our brown bears, elk, moose and so on got over here from northeast
Asia where they originated?You can't have it
both ways. Either these things are apes or they're manlike creatures.
Everybody says they look like men (even if dressed in monkey suits).
Men have gotten here, but the apes have not. Isn't this exactly what the
true scientists have been saying all along?
Bob and Roger feel
that these creatures are definitely human--or at least what scientists
call hominid. They may be the last of their race, or subspecies, or other
species of us people. And Bob and Roger want them conserved,
or at least given a chance. Above all, they don't want mobs armed with
high-powered, automatic rifles barging in by the thousands and driving
the already overworked and understaffed sheriffs, local and state police
out of their minds.
Another point: The Minister for Recreation of the Canadian Cabinet, Mr.
Kenneth Kiernan, has expressed sincere interest in these efforts. So also
has our Secretary of the Interior, the Honorable Stewart Udall. The conservation
angle to all this is serious enough, but there are other angles that we
will not go into at this time.
Now comes the end of the story.
The leading news media--but not the working press, I should stress--treated
this whole thing as an uproarious joke. But one of our leading picture
magazines showed genuine interest and arranged for the films and out-takes
to be shown to representatives of the departments of zoology and anthropology
at the American Museum of Natural History. Once again, as in Canada, the
press wire services were on hand but were informed--in closed session,
I am told--by these experts that the whole thing was nothing but a colossal
hoax. The exact expression used by their spokesperson being, as reported
to me, not kosher! And the reason is alleged to have been
simply that such a creature as depicted was impossible.
The use of this term would, in this case, seem to imply that while considered
a hoax, it was short of a fraud; but, if the creature depicted is impossible,
then, for my money, it can only be a man-made thing and thus an outright
fraudulent design. I have failed to receive any suggestions for a third
alternative. This is manifestly a most unsatisfactory situation. Furthermore,
their verdict pronounced upon the pictures was handed down so fast that
no time could have been given for a proper, thorough and truly scientific
examination of the pictures to have been made. Finally, the existence
of such a creature is not impossible.
So, we, --ARGOSY
that is - decided to do something practical. We did. It took time, patience
and real co-operation from several other leading scientists.
This is what we did: First, our publisher, Mr. Harry Steeger, picked up
the tab for the film and pictures, so that Bob and Roger and Al could
get home for a couple of days for Thanksgiving. Next, I and my friend
and partner, Desmond Slattery, drove down to Washington, D.C., where we
set up a showing of the film and out-takes and blowups of all kinds. Then
ARGOSY editor Milt Machlin flew down with the film, and brought his son
Jason along, since he is a budding photographer-and an electronics wizard
as well, in that he ran two tape recorders at different speeds for five
solid hours. We then assembled the following persons: (1) Mr. N. O. Wood,
Jr., Director of Management Operations for the U.S. Department of Interior,
representing the Honorable Secretary of that Department, Stewart Udall,
on his written request to us. (2) Dr. A. Joseph
Wraight, Chief Geographer, U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey (currently of
the U.S. Department of Commerce), also a human ecologist.
(3) Dr. John R. Napier, D.Sc., Director Primate Biology Program, The Smithsonian
Institution. World-known expert on human, ape and 'monkey musculature,
movement, and the anatomy of their hands and feet. (4) Dr. Vladimir
Markotic, Associate Professor of Archeology at the University of Calgary,
Alberta, Canada. Also a physical anthropologist.
(5) Dr. Allan Bryan, Professor of Anthropology at the University of Alberta,
Edmonton, Canada.
Also present were several of us on the other side of the fence--let
me call them the journalists or newsboys, or what you want. In addition
to Des Slattery and Milt Machlin and myself, there was present Tom Allen,
currently writer and editor on the editorial staff of The National Geographic
Society. Tom has been a working newsman all his life; for seven years
a feature writer and editor of the Sunday New York Daily News, then managing
editor of Chilton Books of Philadelphia.During a four-hour
session, the films and stills were shown; examined under high magnification,
challenged, questioned, argued about and studied. The scientists did not
agree on all points. They did not even all see exactly the same details
in the often hard-to-read blowups. But after careful scrutiny over a period
of hours, not one voiced the suspicion that there was a vague possibility
that someone with enormous funds, a strange, undecipherable motivation,
a disregard for life and limb and an enormous knowledge of anatomy, physiology,
photography and human psychology , might have been clever enough to set
up a hoax good enough to fool the top experts in their field. In addition, in a
separate screening, the film was shown to Dr. Osman Hill, head of the
Yerkes Regional Primate Research Center at Emory University. Dr. Hill
said, among other things: All I can say is that if this was a masquerade,
it was extremely well done and effective. He also expressed the
feeling that this evidence was strong enough to induce some group to mount
an expedition to search for further evidence.
So what's the next step? At this point, everything clearly indicates the
need for a major expedition with helicopters, two-way radios and possibly
dogs to set on the trail of the next Bigfoot seen, though I've heard dogs
usually run the other way when they get a whiff of the Bigfoot's spoor.
I can guarantee one thing for myself and ARGOSY Magazine. This story is
definitely to be continued - -
Ivan T. Sanderson
Argosy Magazine, February 1968
Here are the
views of three men, acknowledged to be top experts in their respective
fields concerning the remarkable creature shown on these pagesDr. A. Joseph Wraight,
Chief Geographer, U.S. Coast and Geodetic Survey.The presence of large,
hairy human like creatures in North and Central America, often referred
to as Sasquatch, appears very logical when the physiographic history of
the northern part of this continent is considered. The statement often
made that monkeylike creatures were never developed in North America may
easily be discounted, for these creatures are more humanlike than apelike
and they apparently migrated here, rather than representing the product
of indigenous evolution. The recent physiographic history of the polar
edges of North America reveals that the land migration of these creatures
from Asia to America is a distinct and logical possibility.
The compelling reason for this distinct possibility is that a land bridge
between Asia and North America is known to have existed several times
within the last million years, at various intervals during the Pleistocene
or Ice Age.... The land bridges, both on the north and south sides of
the Bering Sea, were admirably suitable for migrations several times during
the Ice Age.  It appears, then,
that these hairy, humanlike creatures, sometimes called Sasquatch, could
easily have migrated to North America at several times during the Ice
Age. This is particularly plausible when it is considered that conditions
were mild in that area when the land bridges existed. These creatures
could have then found conditions along the way similar to their Asian
mountain habitat and could naturally have migrated across the bridges.
Dr. John R. Napier Director of Primate Biology Program, Smithsonian Institution. First: I observed
nothing that, on scientific grounds, would point conclusively to a hoax. I am satisfied
that the walk of the creature shown in the film was consistent with the
bipedal striding gait of man (except in the action of the feet, which
were not visible). I have two reservations that are both subjective: First,
the slow cadence of the walk and the fluidity of the bodily movements,
particularly the arms, struck me as exaggerated -- almost self-conscious
in comparison with modern man; second, my impression was that the subject
was male, in spite of the contrary evidence of heavy, pendulous breast.
The bodily proportions of the creature, as far as could be seen, appeared
to be within normal limits for man. The appearance of the high crest on
top of the skull is unknown in man, but given a creature as heavily built
as the subject, such a biomechanical adaptation to an exclusively fibrous
raw vegetable diet is not impossible. The presence of this crest, which
occurs only in male non-human primates, such as the gorilla and the orangutan,
tends to strengthen my belief that this creature is a male. Finally, it
might be supposed that a creature with a heavy head, heavy jaw and musculature
and a massive upper body would have a center of gravity placed at a higher
level than in man. The position of the center of gravity modifies the
gait and the easy stride shown in the film is not in harmony with a high
center of gravity. Some of the questions I have raised might be solved
by a scientific frame-by-frame analysis of the gait and body proportions,
and a study of the joint angulations and limb displacements. This should
be done. The opinions I have expressed on this remarkable film are those
of an expert witness, rather than a member of a jury.
Dr. Osman Hill Director of Yerkes Regional Primate Research Center, Emory University. The creature
portrayed is a primate and clearly hominid rather than pongid. Its erect
attitude in locomotion, the gait, stride and manner of that locomotion,
as well as the relative proportions of pelvic to pectoral limb are all
manifestly human, together with the great development of the mammary glands.
This does not, of course, preclude the possibility that it is indeed a
homo sapiens masquerading as a hairy giant...All I can say, at this stage, is that if this was a masquerade,
it was extremely well done and effective.Without tangible
evidence in the form of skeletal parts, a cast of the dentition or similar
physical material, I cannot pronounce beyond this group However,
the most interesting evidence they have so painstakingly produced should
serve to stimulate the formation of a truly scientific expedition to the
area, with the object of obtaining the required physical data.
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