Friday, July 31, 2009

Music, Food, and Fun!

Mike Rugg from the Bigfoot Discovery Museum is at it again! He has organized a day of music and art to benefit the BDM. Here is the flyer, followed by the information I have received on the event:

Are you ready to explore the unexplained? Then join a bevy of Northern California musicians and artists as they gather to celebrate and put on a benefit show for the Bigfoot Discovery Museum in Felton, Ca.

Sunday August 9th, from noon to 6 p.m., Kepi Ghoulie, former frontman of Sacramento's Groovie Ghoulies, now a solo artist, has rounded up a talented bunch of friends for this event.
Kevin Seconds (7 Seconds), Pearl Starbird, Brian Hanover, Bobby Jordan (MTX), Miguel from Oakland, Tom & Jesse from the No-Goodniks, the Little Medusas, and more will be performing acoustic sets all throughout the afternoon, for a suggested $5 donation.

There will also be a BBQ, and a Bigfoot art show with a large amount of the proceeds going to benefit the museum as well.

The Bigfoot Discovery museum is located on Highway 9 in Felton, Ca.

Dr. Meldrum and Mike Rugg

If you can make the event, be sure to say hi to Mike for me!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Non Sequitur Bigfoots

The comic strip Non Sequitur, by Wiley Miller has been featuring bigfoot-like critters for a couple days now. Due to copyright issues, I'll refrain from posting the comics themselves, but check out the archives on this page. Scroll down to the July 2009 section, and I think the bigfoot stuff starts on July 28th.

Thanks to DC for pointing this out to me!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Bluff Creek 2009

Robert Leiterman, Derek Randles, Cliff Barackman,
Brandon Kiel, Bart Cutino and Bobo.
Mountain Monkey is in the foreground.

My friends have their priorities right. As a bachelor party, instead of going partying out on the town, Bart Cutino organized a bigfooting trip to Bluff Creek. I was on the invitation list, so of course I took him up on the offer to attend. Besides, many of my best bigfooting friends were going, and what a great occasion to meet up with them!

I have a soft spot for Bluff Creek. It played a formative role in my early bigfooting years, and I have spent scores of nights there, many of them alone. I am familiar with a variety of its nooks and crannies, though there is so much land that new discoveries are made every time I visit. Over the last fifteen years of my research there, I have had several encounters with what I strongly suspect were sasquatches. It continues to be a very active area to this day with several locations that are among the most consistent that I know of.

I left on Tuesday with plans to meet up with the gang at the location. I took my time, enjoying the ride through Oregon and into California over the pass between O'Brian, OR and Happy Camp, CA to meet up with the Bigfoot Scenic Highway, the 96.

" It's my way, or the highway."
In this case, both.

I turned off the main highway and onto the labyrinth of logging roads that burrow into the Bluff Creek region. The rest of my party was only 20 minutes ahead of me, and I found them on the side of the road examining a map and hanging out. After a short hello and a series of hugs, we make our way to the chosen location.

The location is an area with a series of campsites spread over several hundred yards. Deer and small mammals are plentiful. Many of the plants that grow here are edible. Water runs nearby and provides impenetrable cover. A nearby ravine drops into a river bottom with no road access for many miles. It is ideal habitat for sasquatches.

After setting up a chain of campsites covering a distance of perhaps 250 yards, Derek Randles and I went on a short hike to the ravine. On the way to the ravine, Derek disturbed several large animals that immediately ran into the thick overgrowth. Neither of us saw the animals, but we both saw the bushes tremble as whatever it was crunched its way through the brush and off to safety. We both agreed it was probably deer or bear, but whatever it was, it was large.

After calling and knocking into the ravine at dusk, Derek and I returned to camp. It was well after dark when we finally made our way back to "Wally Camp", the temporary home of Wally Hersom. We quickly settled in and socialized while enjoying refreshing beverages. No bigfoot activity was noticed that night.

The next day, Bart and his cousin Pete took a hike with me to inspect a nearby pond. Being a very warm day (easily 90+ degrees in the sun), I was conscious of the very real possibility of stumbling across a rattlesnake. I have seen rattlers at Bluff Creek on more than one occasion. We were hiking out in the open, away from the treeline and largely off trail, being forced to make our way through the brush on several occasions. While moving through a shady patch under a tree, I heard a short "tsh, tsh" sound. (I was lucky to hear it at all considering it only gave two short rattles, and we were having a conversation while we walked!) I froze and searched the manzanita bush with my eyes, finding the rattlesnake coiled up, ready to strike at a distance of perhaps four or five feet from where I stood.

Northern Pacific Rattlesnake (Crotalus oreganus)

It was an impressive snake. It was close to 40 inches long, and easily more than three inches in diameter. Having tasted rattlesnake before I was kicked out of Boy Scouts, these critters are an obvious food source for a hungry bigfoot. There were lots of calories packed into this one!

We did our best to photograph the beast, and counted our blessings that I heard the rattle before stepping on it. It eventually got tired of us poking and prodding at it like little boys, and slithered off behind a stump. The encounter did put a damper on the walk back, though. Somehow, bushwhacking wasn't as much fun knowing what might lie underfoot...

That night, it got late too quickly to do calls into the ravine. I instead set up several game cameras around the outside of a meadow as well as in my camp in hopes of being visited by wildlife. When I returned to the Wally Camp, I found my friends cooking burgers and doing celebratory whiskey shots in honor of Bart and his wife Kim. It's not surprising that no bigfoot activity was noticed that night either.

The next day was as hot as the previous one, so a group of us made our way to the Patterson/Gimlin filmsite. Wally Hersom, Brandon Kiel, and I piled into Derek Randles' truck and drove to a logging landing near the filmsite. We then made the walk upstream, "around the corner", and up to the actual spot.

Cliff Barackman, Derek Randles, and Wally Hersom
with the PG Filmsite in the background.

Forty-two years has dramatically changed the filmsite. The sand bar where the bigfoot walked is covered by a thick stand of trees. To stand where Patty actually walked, one needs to navigate the bear trails that weave through the dense woods.

A shot from about where "Patty" walked forty-plus years ago.

On a side note, Bill Munns hopes to visit the PG Site to identify specific trees that are still standing that can be seen in the background of the film. I have done casual attempts on two different occasions, and have found the task to be quite difficult. I think it can be done, but I think it'll be pretty hard. Good luck, Bill. I would suggest identifying large trees that are growing out of, or around, large rocks protruding from the hillside. There are several examples that I have found in person, though I have yet to check the film itself for these rocks.

Brandon Kiel, Derek Randles, and Wally Hersom
in the creek bed at the PG Filmsite.

That evening, calls were made into the ravine. We had a good feeling about the coming night, so we were on heightened alert. I straggled behind the rest of the crew, lingering in my campsite which was the one closest to the ravine. Over the next hour, I heard two distinct knocks and a quieter one from much closer. Single knocks are a little difficult to positively identify as coming from sasquatches since a multitude of things produce similar sounds. Sticks and debris are constantly falling from trees in even the slightest wind, and temperature makes wood expand and contract, sometimes producing popping noises as layers of wood separate. Still, the two knocks I heard that night seemed a little stronger and more deliberate than the accidental twig falling. The third, more subtle knock might have been a natural forest noise, but it had a different timbre than the other taps and knocks throughout the day and night.

Just before midnight, we were gathered around the fire when a car rolled up. It was James "Bobo" Fay and his dog, Mountain Monkey. Bobo was only 36 hours late, but that's the way he rolls. It turns out that he would have been there much earlier, but he stumbled across a newly set forest fire right off the road, and stopped to put out the problem patches. He then drove back to the ranger station to tell them about the blaze before driving back out to our location.

The rest of the night was quiet, as far as sasquatches go. It was actually quite boisterous with another friend added to the mix. Bobo is full of astonishing stories of his exploits, and a campfire with him is far more entertaining than a week of television.

The next morning just after 6 am, Terry Smith was awakened by "someone" walking in the woods above his campsite. He wrote it off as probably being Robert Leiterman, who tends to get up very early and go for walks. Not thinking much of it, Terry went back to sleep. A couple hours later, Terry got out of his tent to relieve himself. On the way back to the tent, a rock landed a mere eight feet to his right and bounced once. Again, Terry assumed is was Robert messing with him. Terry muttered, "Ha, you missed," and went back in his tent to grab another hour of sleep. However, Robert was not in the vicinity at the time.

When I heard about this event, I spoke to all the parties involved, and went to the site to do experiments. Terry found the actual stone that was thrown and it is now in my possession. We found the most likely spot from which the rock was thrown, and it was only about 50 feet from where Terry had been visiting the bushes.

The projectile.

I'll stick my neck out and say that this very well could have been a sasquatch rock-throwing event. The only reasonable place from which the rock could have been thrown (based on the stone's trajectory and forward motion) was situated on an animal trail behind a large snag. In previous years, the bigfoots in the area seemed to have stuck around until after daylight, and this one followed the same pattern. For all I know, it could have been the same individual that I encountered here several years before.

That afternoon was spent repositioning the bait piles and game cameras. We also did a few exploratory walks, but generally stuck close to camp.

That evening, Brandon Kiel and I went to the ravine to do the nightly calls and knocks. We walked eastwards from the usual screaming spot, and hung out until dark. Just to make sure we grabbed as much attention as possible, in addition to our screams and knocks we threw large rocks down the hillside into the ravine. Other investigators have had good results with this technique, and as it turns out, we would too.

After dinner and a small campfire, the group retired for the evening around 2 am. Everyone was lying in their tents, but I chose to sit in my dark campsite and listen. At about 2:45, clear knocking started. After three distinct "pops", I radioed the others to wake them. Only Bobo and Terry heard the radio, but they had already both heard the knocks. The knocking continued... and continued... and continued... all the while moving towards the southeast. As the sounds started faded away, I returned the knocks by beating on a downed log as if to say, "I'm over here," but the sounds were now beyond the range of my hearing. The knocks lasted well over six minutes, and was moving the whole time.

I counted the knocks on the recording (which did not capture the last two minutes since the sounds were becoming increasingly quiet), which totalled 63 before I could no longer hear the fading noise. I have a short, low quality sample of the knocking on my website, A better recording exists, and I will endeavor to obtain it, clean it up, and post it for peer review.

I'm calling them knocks, but I do not think these were the sounds of wood on wood. The pitch and timbre of the sounds remained constant the whole time. This would not be true if a sasquatch was beating on trees as it passed: each tree would sound at least a little different than the one before, and at least some of them would sound very different. This simply was not the case. I have often wondered how sasquatches can answer my own knocks so quickly. It takes some time to find an appropriate knocking stick, as well as a suitable tree to hit. So much time that sasquatches are clearly not going through this process.

I think they are clapping. That is not to say that they never hit sticks against trees. I think they do, but many times they are very likely clapping.

I used to hang out with lots of Brazilian folks. The Brazilian culture is very musically oriented, and when they dance and sing, there is generally lots of clapping going on. They have a technique of clapping that uses the cup-shape of their palms to get an amazing popping noise that almost hurts due to the volume. Now imagine a palm that is eight or ten inches across. Imagine some more that you had nothing to do in the woods but get really good at clapping as loud as possible with these gigantic hands. I think it is very likely that our hairy friends are clapping. I definitely think the sasquatch we heard last week was clapping.

Hand clapping in apes is not unheard of. Apes in captivity exhibit this behavior, and there are some observations of swamp gorillas doing the same in the wild. Here is a link to an article documenting hand clapping in a population of wild western lowland gorillas. Once again, seemingly strange sasquatch behavior has a precedent in other apes.

The party had to break up the next day, with each researcher going his own way. I had nowhere to be until Monday, so I spent most of the day looking for footprints at another spot near Bluff Creek that I refer to as the "Water Spot". Wally Hersom and Robert Leiterman accompanied me. No sasquatch tracks were found, but beautiful bear prints were discovered.

My radio is 6.5 inches from the antenna to the bottom.

Wanting to take a few hours off of my drive, I ended up spending the night at the end of a logging road near the Oregon/California border above Happy Camp. No sasquatch activity was noted that evening.

Once again, Bluff Creek had produced some excellent sasquatch action. It was not the first time, and I'm pretty sure it won't be the last. I love Bluff, and will continue to visit there as long as I am able. It's amazing that after 50 years, it still produces excellent data to those who put in the time becoming intimately familiar with its patterns. It's still one of the 'squatchiest places I know of.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Sandy River Project Site #2 Update

Several weeks ago, I visited the Sandy River Project Site #2. I wanted to pick up the game cameras that I had deployed a few weeks previously on the property so I could use them for a weekend trip I took to Gifford Pinchot National Forest (I take more trips than I blog about...).

I managed to find two of the three cameras, but the third camera eluded me. After repeatedly walking the stretch of hillside where I thought I hid it, I left the property convinced that the neighbors had found the camera and taken it. It might have been on their property, since I'm not sure where the property line is. After all, it was deployed on the other side of the creek. I'd certainly confiscate any camera I found on my property!

I was pretty disappointed about losing another game camera. I had already lost two Reconyx this year. Those were deployed on Gordon Creek, near where a daylight class A sighting took place last July 30. I know that this risk is part of the game, but it's still a bummer when it happens.

I spend a great deal of time when I deploy a game camera. To me, it seems silly to just strap it on a tree and cross your fingers. That might work for deer, but I'm not trying to get a picture of a deer. I'm trying to get a picture of likely the smartest, most observant, slickest critter in the woods.

Not well-hidden enough.

I spend from five to fifteen minutes trying to disguise the game camera to look like a natural part of the environment. Even when I finish, I look at the results and lament my pathetic attempts. Nothing I have created looks good enough to do the trick, so I rely on the hope that the bigfoot is having a bad day and makes a mistake. It happened with the Patterson/Gimlin Film, so why not one of my cameras? I am forever an optimist.

Not well-hidden enough either.

Well, it turns out that I had made a mistake. I ran across a photo of the missing game camera from the day I deployed it. It seems that I might have deployed it in an entirely different area than I initially thought. Good news!

Since I'm monitoring a relatively small area, I do not take GPS coordinates of the game camera locations when I deploy them. I take photos of their hiding spots to refresh my memory about where they are. Up to this point, I had always remembered where I had put them, but now that I've been working the spot for many many months, I was mixing up locations, confusing one deployment with another.

Today I returned to the site to get see if I could find the camera. It took me twenty minutes, but I managed to locate the camera and brought it home to see what it's been looking at for the last month and a half.

I love checking the cameras. It's like Christmas...

Well, Santa brought no bigfoots, but there were still some interesting shots. Take a look:

The approach

What's it running from?

In addition to the above two videos of deer, I also captured videos of various birds, a rabbit, and a squirrel. At one point, a spider built a web in front of the lens, which of course caught and held leaves and other falling debris, obstructing the camera's view. It took many weeks for this web to go away.

I am encouraged that SRP2 has had an increase in animal activity. Where there's lots of food, there are often bigfoots. The property will go unobserved for the next week as I utilize the game cameras in Northern California. I will redeploy them when I return on Sunday.


A month or two ago, I was the guest on an internet radio show called Campfire Shadows. You can read my previous blogs about the show here and here, including links to where you can hear the interview.

The hosts definitely did some homework before interviewing me, as was obvious by their questions. Not only did they mention such specifics as the "water spot", but they asked me if I get into the field much with Bob Easton.

Bob and I with a homemade birthday cake, baked and decorated by Bob.
My birthday falls near Thanksgiving, and "Happy Viking
Hats" is an anagram for "Happy Thanksgiving."

This question took me by surprise. Bob is one of my best friends for over 20 years now, but he is not necessarily a bigfooter. He is a musician and promoter in Long Beach, CA. He plays in an excellent band called Delta Nove that performs at many music festivals around the country. This year he is putting together a huge free concert/festival in downtown Long Beach, CA called the Long Beach Funk Fest (a "must attend" if you live anywhere nearby). As you can tell, he has his hands full with things other than bigfoot...

The Long Beach, CA skyline.

Still, Bob has gone bigfooting with me on a number of occasions, including my first naive attempt at 'squatching at Bluff Creek, CA back in 1994. We found possible footprints, a tree break, and some hair samples on that trip. He has accompanied me on a couple other forays into the wilds as well.

When I was asked if I had been out bigfooting with Bob, I was caught off-guard. I wasn't sure I had heard correctly (my hearing isn't as sharp as it could be due to playing in bands at loud clubs when I was younger), and it took me a few moments to get my bearings, so to speak.

After the interview, I was reflecting on the Bob question, and I remembered that I had a great photo of Bob taken at Bluff Creek from around 1995. We went looking for bigfoot, and we must have been getting close because we found a big sock.

Bob and a big sock.

Now that I'm in my 15th year of consistent field work, I thought it would be fun to take a few glances back at stuff I've done and places I've been. I have done more than my share of time in the woods and am looking forward to sharing some of my past adventures with you. I will be posting other photos from my archives soon...

...not too soon, though. Starting tomorrow I'm bigfooting in Northern California until Sunday night. I'll fill you in on the details when I return.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Solo 'Squatching off Hwy 12

Having been trapped in town by various commitments for too many weeks, I have just returned from a couple nights of solo bigfooting. My destination was a location I've been hearing about for many months, along Highway 12 not too far from Morton, WA. Several of my friends and acquaintances have been frequenting this location, and have had some interesting results ranging from strange whistles, rock throwing, and even a daylight visual encounter from a relatively short distance. My objective, as usual, was to obtain either audio or video evidence of sasquatches.

After stimulating the local economy by purchasing my provisions from the community market, I headed to a remote pond near where several sightings have been reported. I like ponds in that they provide the local wildlife with an abundance of food resources. They would also be obvious water supplies, but I suspect that bigfoots would like water that is running and perhaps a little cleaner than these swamps, but I could be wrong. These ponds also provide good muddy substrate for tracking.

Wetlands, a source of food and shelter.

I started looking for a campsite for the night, not too far from the pond. I eventually found one above a nearby clear cut and started setting up camp. This campsite was near the end of a road, nestled in the treeline, with a nearby creek down in a ravine.

I placed a game camera in the creek bed along a game trail. To encourage the local wildlife to visit, I cut up several onions and placed a pheromone chip nearby. By placing stinky food items like onions in or near a creek bed, one can be assured that the scent will travel a good distance. During the day, air currents travel uphill as the heated air rises through the ravines, and then later as the air cools, these same air currents switch directions and sweep downwards.

At two other locations, I hid game cameras in the brush near road intersections. Large animals often use roads for easy walking, and their predators slink in the brush that parallels these travel ways. I prefer placing game cameras at road intersections, and especially those with nearby creeks, as these are also used as highways by the local wildlife. It is well understood by Native Americans that sasquatches use rivers as travel routes, and I do not doubt their knowledge of the outdoors.

A family of deer captured on the road by the clearcut.

After returning to camp, I started to prepare the fire by gathering wood and splitting logs. I had several hours before dark, but I didn't want to gather wood without daylight on my side. Shortly after 7 pm, I heard what I thought was a siren coming from the north. The siren rose in pitch, peaked, then dropped in pitch. There was a pause between the siren noises in which it seemed like there was a noise, but it could not be heard well. After three repetitions, it occurred to me that to the north, which was where this noise was coming from, there were no roads, and in fact there was a mountain ridge over a mile away which drops down precipitously another mile or two to the nearest highway. I was not hearing a siren.

I sprang into action, all the while kicking myself for not having a recorder running. It had not even occurred to me, since I still had several hours of light! Duh...

I managed to catch vocalization number six on the recorder, as well as a few after that, before nearby coyotes chimed in and buried the original siren-call beneath their cacophony of yelps and howls. Another lesson (re)learned... Whether it's "always have a recorder running," or "don't hike through blackberry brambles in flip-flops," it always seems that I learn and relearn things the hard way. The recording is now available on my website,

The coyotes hung around for the next couple hours, as was evident by their responses to my own vocalizations. I didn't hear the initial siren vocalization again. Of course, soon after dark the wind picked up and I didn't hear much of anything except sticks falling from trees, branches creaking, and the rustle of a million leaves in the dark.

The next morning brought another perfect day. It was warm enough by 8 am to wear shorts and my flip-flops, and I went about preparing to be away from camp for most of the day. My goal for that day, based on the 86 degree temperatures from the day before, was to find a way down to nearby Riffe Lake. It took some time and effort, and more than a little blood was shed as I waded through blackberry brambles down treacherous inclines to the cool lake shore (see my previous comment on brambles and flip-flops...). The water temperature was ideal, and I couldn't help but smile as I paddled around without a care in the world.

"Hi, Mom!"

Back near the clear cut, I hiked around for a while, inspecting the many springs and muddy areas near the road for footprints. There was plenty of sign of deer and elk, and among these I found an interesting impression worth noting. In a muddy area near a turn out, I ran across the following footprint:

Probably human, but maybe not.

The size of the impression (11 inches long), as well as the context (on the side of a road with boot prints nearby) strongly suggest that it is of human origin. Still, I do have a rule of thumb I try to follow when it comes to impressions of interest:

"When in doubt, cast it."

The cast is currently drying in the sun, still caked with mud, on my front porch, where it will remain for the next few days. Casts do not dry in the 30 minutes the directions indicate is necessary. They may be hard enough to pull from the ground in 30 to 60 minutes (depending on a multitude of factors), but it takes many days for them to "set up" properly. One should not attempt to clean off casts before this waiting period is over, or the cast can be damaged and marked, even by the softest of brushes. As amateur scientists/investigators, we need to take extra precautions against accidentally doctoring or changing the data in any way. A brush stroke might create the impression of dermatoglyphics or skin detail, and if/when this is discovered, it calls into question other data of similar sorts.

When I feel the cast has had sufficient time to set up, I'll gently clean it off and examine the details. I'll look at the ball shape, toe sizes, heel width, instep, and other factors. I suspect this cast is from a human source, but the real clincher will be the little toes. Humans, being trapped in shoes for most of our lives, have a little toe that curls underneath the other toes to a large degree. Sasquatches, as well as people who do not habitually wear shoes, have toes that splay outwards, sometimes dramatically, as is shown in the following photograph of a juvenile sasquatch print from my collection.

"Baby" cast by Wes Sumerlin

There is a tremendous amount of food for any large omnivore in this area. No only are there yummy fawns helplessly following their mothers around, but nettles, berries, insects, grubs, eggs, birds, amphibians, rodents, and other consumables. I certainly ate my share of blackberries and the more watery salmon berries as I hiked around, replenishing my caloric "gas tank", and hydrating myself with their juices.

Salmon berries are the watery, yellowish ones.

When I returned to camp, I immediately set up my recording gear (lesson learned?). I still had many hours of light, so I walked to the nearby clear cut to sit and observe things for a while. I found an appropriate stump with a grand vista of the open meadow full of prickly regrowth, and proceeded to... sit.

I like sitting. It gives nature a chance to settle down and get used to one's presence. It stills the mind. It's quiet. I continually scanned the treeline, hoping to catch a glimpse of some mammal or other, but everything except birds and plants stayed out of sight. I was particularly struck by the blooming foxgloves. These large, purple and white flowers add amazing splashes of color wherever one's eyes land. They are just another reason to be grateful that I go bigfooting (as if I needed another!).

Foxgloves in the fading light.

The next night was much like the first in its ferocity of wind and night noises, but there were no siren-howls to be heard. Shortly after 3 am, the coyotes responded to one of my own vocalizations, but from the southeast this time, and only once. I placed uneaten fried chicken on a stump and trained a thermal imager on it all night, but nothing took the "bait". I tried chewing up and spitting out some chicken in the area in order to increase the smelliness of the situation (to increase the odor of something, make it wet and increase the surface area of the item, chewing it up in this case), but apparently nothing smelled it. Then again, I still have over 20 hours of stationary thermal video to watch before I can definitively say that I had no visitors.

The area along Highway 12 in Washington is an excellent area for bigfooting. There is cover and food everywhere. Huge elk and deer herds wander through the jungles of blackberry brambles where only the foolish dare to tread (in flip-flops). There is a long and rich history of sightings and encounters all along the corridor. I will definitely be back.

Over the next week and a half, I will be in the woods for six of the eleven nights, so check back here for updates on my bigfooty life. I'm always up to something 'squatchy!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Happy Sasquatchtennial, Oregon!

In case you're not well-versed on the history of the state of Oregon, this year marks its 150th birthday. If you want to get really fancy about it, you can call it Oregon's Sesquicentennial. If you're a bigfoot geek like me, you can call it Oregon's Sasquatchtennial. That's exactly what the town of Sandy, OR decided to do. (I love Oregon!)

On Thursday, July 9 I drove down to Sandy, OR to meet up with Sandy resident, friend, and long-time sasquatch investigator Todd Neiss and his family to enjoy the Sandy Mountain Festival's parade. The theme this year was sasquatch and the sesquicentennial of Oregon. I wish all parades were this cool!

Enjoy the pics:

Happy Sasquatchtennial, Oregon!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Happy Fourth of July!

After all, bigfoot is an American ape.

From Steve Mandich's collection.

What everybody really wants.

Randomly found awesomeness.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Supreme Court and Sasquatch

Regular readers of this blog will know I'm a big fan of Stephen Colbert. Not only has he suggested eating hairy bipeds (not specifically bigfoot or yeti, but a smaller extraterrestrial cousin) on his show, but he also is a self-proclaimed expert not on bigfoots, but on bigfoot experts.

Last night, he was commenting on the recent Supreme Court decision regarding strip searching minors for contraband, and sasquatches came up.

Enjoy the video.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Singing of the Barred (pun intended)

I'm in one of those times in life when the Universe relentlessly throws distractions at me. I'm sure you have had weeks like these too, so you probably know what I'm talking about. Between ducking and dodging small disasters, checking cameras, copying casts, having friends in town, and dealing with the other random events that pop up more often than expected, I have had relatively little time to devote to my favorite hobby, bigfooting in the field.

However, last week I took a short trip to the Coast Range. I had a friend in town, and we found ourselves camping near the Nehalem River, inland from Manzanita, OR. No bigfoot activity was noticed, though coyotes and a couple barred owls made their vocal appearances. It always makes me laugh when barred owls respond to tree knocks. What a strange animal.

My truck on the Oregon Coast

I recommend all bigfoot researchers to become at least a little familiar with the wide variety of vocalizations that barred owls make. There are several recordings of supposed bigfoots floating around out there on the internet that are clearly barred owls. The most famous example is the "Ohio Scream" which was recorded by Matt Moneymaker back in the mid 1990's. Matt and I have discussed this and we are in agreement that it is a barred owl. (PLEASE NOTE that I did not say the "Ohio Howl", which is an entirely different recording, though it was recorded during the same general period. The Ohio Howl has been analyzed by bioacoustic experts, and has left them puzzled as to the source.) The fact that barred owls often respond to calls or knocks further complicates the matter. I have been fooled by them on more than one occasion.

The road we camped on

Here is a short video of barred owls showing their most common "who-who-cooks-for-you" vocalization. They also make high pitched screams, a weird "monkey chatter", a rising whistle-shriek, and a couple others strange noises. You can also click this link to hear a some sounds they make.

There were a couple other bigfooty things of note on this trip, but I'll save those for another blog. In the meantime, here's a tantalizing bit of foreshadowing:

My kind of place...