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Sunday, March 16, 2014

CLOSE CALL


 

 

 
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".





 

  

 

 

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

 

 

 

Monday, February 24, 2014

MINNESOTA ENCOUNTER



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.



Sunday, February 2, 2014

SASQUATCH ATTACKS


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.