Friday, October 2, 2015


I began an online store recently as some very nice artists have sent me artwork to help me with my work. There are many kinds of items the art and photographs can be placed on, customers choose the item, image and colors, quantities etc. I will be adding new works and photographs periodically and if anyone has any suggestions for things to add please let me know! here is the link it is once there just type in the search box "Bigfoot" and it will take you to my images. The store there is called Jevning Research Store and I hope everyone enjoys the things there now and the items I will be adding! Art work by just a few very talented artists such as Shane Church who created the "Underwear Changing Moment" piece, a few really great sketches  by Jerry Bishop and a piece done by Mike Higgins to name just a few, my hope also is to give these wonderful artists exposure to possibly help their work get notice since they were so generous to give me these works to help me in my research and field work.

This is the piece done by Shane Church:

Friday, September 25, 2015

Bigfoot in Latin America and Spain

SOURCE: El Tribuno Digital (newspaper)

DATE: February 25, 2003


**Expedition organizers seek participation of environmental professionals** 

The Chief of the Rosario de la Frontera Volunteer Fire Brigade, José Exequiel Alvarez, requested the aid of the provincial Department of Environmental Resources to organize an expedition to track the strange bipedal animal--of large size and uncommon dimensions--prowling the vicinity of this urban center, located some 184 km south of the provincial seat, Salta.
"It is necessary to have specialized professionals as part of the team heading for the wilderness. We do not wish to harm the beast nor produce any alterations to the environment," noted Alvarez. 

"The request for help must be made in writing, formally and providing the necessary background to face an undertaking of such magnitude," said biologist Sonia Chavarría, director of the agency in question, located in Metán. Roque Farías added that "we are compiling all the necessary background info to set the expedition in motion. We are collecting data from everyone who believes they have had an encounter with the strange animal, which to judge by the reports received, does not appear in catalogues on local fauna." 

The singular creature, described by many witnesses as a humanoid biped standing two meters tall, with upper extremities ending in long and sharp curved claws, is covered in hair and has large eyes and ears as well as "bald buttocks". It would be a fierce animal, according to the statements of those who claim having seen it. 

The first of these sightings occurred two years ago when Rogelio Martinez, a cattleman living in the vicinity of Cerro Termal, a forested area 7 km east of the city, told authorities he had been attacked by creature, which according to his more recent claims, has not stopped attacking his cattle since that time. 

Analogous accounts have emerged in the past two weeks: the one that triggered this second chapter in the beast's history was reported to Sheriff's Office # 31 by a 25 year old man known a "El Rafa".

His story left the authorities perplexed: he said that while he was with his lover at Arroyo Salado (the traditional "lovers' lane" in Rosario) some 6 km to the east, both were attacked by the biped, whose description proved identical to the one made by Martinez two years earlier. 

Then there was a follow-up: four youngsters retold having an experience the same place while two others claimed having seen [the beast] running along the riverbank and proferring deafening howls. These last two retold their story, but refused to give their names out of fear of ridicule.

However, a few days ago, three residents of the Juan Domingo Perón neighborhood, giving their names and surnames (Demetrio Villalba, Eleuteria del Carmen Alvarez and Nelida del Valle Martearena, 43, 72 and 53 respectively)  claimed having seen this creole "Bigfoot" wandering the streets in the early morning hours, and agreed that it vanished into the wilderness.


SOURCE: El Tribuno Digital

DATA: February 28, 2003



**Rosario de la Frontera--New Suprising Eyewtiness Testimony**

**It was 10 meters away from people and was contained by 30 dogs at the communal garbage dump** 


Patricio Saldaño, custodian of the municipal garbage dump, and his family, had quite a fright on February 26: at 22:00 hours, alerted by the barking of his 30 hounds, who ran furiously from one side to the other in the vicinity of a pig pen, Lighting a flashlight, he went out to investigate.

"I couldn't believe it. Less than 10 meters away was that strange hairy animal that people have reported, standing on two legs. It was like an enormous monkey. It made no noise--it just looked at me fixedly with his red eyes and every so often moved his powerful arms to frighten my dogs, who were harrassing it but not attacking.


"The beast, belonging to a species that I had never seen in books, had nails as long as daggers, which shined in the light." Patricio is 62 year old and has been in charge of the municipal dump for 15. He lives there with his wife, three male children, an eight year old daughter and a four year old granddaughter.

When the encounter occured, he was in the company of his wife and the girls. "I didn't believe the story everyone's talking about," he stated, referring to eyewitness claims about having been attacked in Arroyo Salado, 6 km east of the town center.


"But some days ago a man came around these parts to ask me if I had seen a colt that he'd lost. Later I found out that it was discovered hereabouts, dead and devoured. That's why when the dogs barked, I thought about the pigs. And it dawned on me that it could be an old puma. But there it was: quiet and looking at me intently. Suddenly, it turned on a heel and began to walk away."


"It was an animal, but it walked like a man." Saldaño said that his wife and the two girls were also able to see the creature from a distance. "I've told them not to go out at night or wander away from the house."



Translation (C) 2003. Scott Corrales, Institute of Hispanic Ufology (IHU). Special thanks to Christián Hernán Quintero, PLANETAFUFO.



SOURCE: El Tribuno Digital (Salta, Argentina)

DATE: Friday, February 21, 2003


***Rosario de la Frontera--Unknown Species Has Population On Edge***




**Authorities kick off investigation and are receiving accounts from strange beast's witnesses**


By Juan Antonio Abarzúa - El Tribuno

The 31st Sheriff's Office at Rosario de la Frontera, kicked off an investigation into the truth behind the existence of a strange bipedal animal standing two meters tall, with a humanoid appearance, accused of having devoured medium and large-sized animals  and of attacking an undetermined number of people in the forested area of Arroyo Salado, six kilometers east of the city. According to witnesses, the beast had a hairy body, large ears and eyes, powerful claws in its upper extremities, and issued deafening howls.
"As an initial measure, we have started interviewing all those who claim having seen or had an encounter with this specimen," said the officer-in-charge of the delegation, Rene Humberto Tacacho. "We will later request instructions from higher authorities, since if we are faced with an unknown species, the most logical thing [to do] is to capture it alive for subsequent study."


While new details about the case emerged yesterday, after first becoming known for two years ago, when a pair of lovers at Arroyo Salado claimed having been attacked by the unknown creature, Jose Exequiel Alvarez, the local fire chief and member of the "Juan Carlos Rivas" archaeological and paleontological group, made plaster casts of the prints found in the area and found the bony remains of a colt, eventually devoured by the beast.


"The bones were examined by veterinarian Luis Calderón, who confirmed they had been gnawed by an animal with sharp teeth, powerful jaws and sharp incisors which even perforated the horse's bones." Alvarez is preparing an expedition to capture the specimen.


"The fact that El Tribuno is interested in the subject has changed people's attitude: they are now more inclined to talk, and I heard two astonishing stories: four young people who were attacked at Arroyo Salado and two teenagers who saw it running along the river's edge, emitting deafening howls. We must solve this scientific riddle somehow," he concluded.



Translation (C) 2003. Scott Corrales, Institute of Hispanic Ufology. Special thanks to Christian Hernán Quintero, PLANETAUFO.




By Scott Corrales © 2003


It is possible that the man-apes variously known as Sasquatch, Yeti, Ukumari, etc. constitute the greatest and best known variety of mystery creature, and the only kind whose study has received a tacit nod from officialdom. Anthropologists have even gone as far as establishing its identity as the Gigantopithecus, an anthropoidal creature which may have survived into modern times by keeping clear of homo sapiens. The historic record contains mentions of these beings, such as that they were used by the ancient Medes and Persians as ferocious battle animals, and that Nearchos, Alexander the Great's admiral, encountered communities of these creatures on the barren shores of the Persian Gulf. The historian Arrian, whose Anabasis Alexandrii (Indica) was translated by E. Illiff Robson in 1933, mentions that as the Greek admiral headed westward, his galleys hugging the shore of the Asiatic landmass, he came upon a remarkable--and terrifying--group of natives.


When anchored by the River Tomerus (its modern location unknown), the returning Macedonians found "a lagoon at the mouth of the river" whose natives dwelt in recesses near the bank, occupying "stifling cabins". The natives, having never seen ships, took an offensive stance: Arrian states that ignorant of metals, they nonetheless wielded fire-hardened spears. The war galleys fired a volley of stones and arrows against them, and the primitives proved no match against the Macedonians, fresh from their victories along the Indus. But what is of interest to us isn't the prowess of Nearchos's forces, but the description of the six hundred or so primitives:


"Some were killed in flight; others were captured; but some escaped into the hills. Those captured were hairy, not only their heads but the rest of their bodies; their nails were rather like beasts' claws; they used their nails (according to report) as if they were iron tools; with these they tore asunder their fishes, and even the less solid kinds of wood; everything else they cleft with sharp stones; for iron they did not possess. For clothing they wore skins of animals, some even the thick skins of the larger fishes."


The rough technology evinced by these hirsute primitives-- tropical versions of the Toonijuk or Tunnit who reputedly lived in Greenland and Bylot Island in ages past (see "High Strangeness in the High Arctic", FATE January 2003)--is also found in descriptions of the Maricoxis, bestial creatures confronted by the ill-fated explorer Col. H.P. Fawcett in the early 20th century while surveying the Matto Grosso. Fawcett's description of the Maricoxis, as "great apelike brutes who looked at if they had scarecely evolved beyond the level of beasts," would not have been out of place in Admiral Nearchos' log. The Maricoxis were considered primitive even by the standards of other primitive tribes, despite the fact that they wielded bows and arrows.


Arrian mentions that the number of primitives who attacked the Macedonians stood at approximately six hundred. Did the ones that escape, assuming both males and females, retreat to the mountains of what is today northern Pakistan, moving on into what are now the modern republics of Central Asia (Kazhakistan, Turkmenistan, Tadzhikistan, etc.) to give rise to the legend of the Almasti? A fascinating possibility.


            Mexico's Ancient Hairy Hominids


One of these early chroniclers of Mexico's history--Fernando Alva Ixtlilxochitl--mentions in his book Obras Históricas the widespread belief that the Chichimecs, the earliest occupants of what is now Mexico, had to displace an old race of giants that lived there. This echoes not only the Biblical displacement of giants from Canaan by the advancing Hebrews, but other traditions surrounding the elimination of giants from Britain by a Trojan warrior named Brutus. The presence of these ancient colossi would thus account for the persistent discovery of abnormally large remains. Ixtlilxochitl also mentions the wars between the giants known as Quinametzin and normal-sixed humans.


Memory of the Quinametzin was widespread throughout Mesoamerica, as can be seen from the information gleaned by Spanish explorers and colonizers. Bernal Diaz del Castillo, who accompanied Hernán Cortés on his conquest of the Aztec Empire, wrote of a belief among the Tlaxcalan people that "...their ancestors had shared the land with men and women of very tall bodies and large bones, and since they were very wicked and ill mannered, [the ancestors] slew them in combat, and what remained of them died out...".


Other information turned up by early missionaries is also quite intriguing. Fray Diego Durán claimed to have seen the bones "of immense giants" excavated "out of rough places". Fray Gerónimo de Mendieta was told by the older natives that their predecessors had been forced to struggle against giants, "and after this land was won, the bones of many tall men were found."

Bernardo de Sahagún, the great Franciscan missionary, would be the first to suggest that the pyramids of Teothihuacan and Cholula were the handiwork of the vanished giant race. Wherever the conquistadors went, more stories were added to the body of information concerning these creatures. When the rapacious Nuno de Guzman reached what is today Jalisco, he demanded to know from the natives why a number of towns had been abandoned. They informed him that the towns had been inhabited by a band of giants who had come up from the south.


There was to be no peaceful co-existence between the Quinametzin and the newly-arrived humans, who called them quinametzin hueytlacame ("huge deformed men" or "monstrous giants"). The advancing human tribes (tentatively identified as Olmecs and Toltecs) drove the giants out of their ancestral domain, causing some of them to flee to the north and others to the south, following the Pacific coastline down to Central America. Fray José Mariano Rothea, a Jesuit, sums up this belief as follows: " very ancient times there came men and women of extraordinary height, seemingly in flight from the North. Some of them went along the coast of the Southern Sea, while others took to the rough mountainsides..."


Fray Andrés de Olmos, writing in the 16th century, mentions a curious detail: the Mexican giants nourished themselves on oak acorns and a variety of weeds. This detail contained in the codexes enables us to contemplate a strange possibility: could the Quinametzin have survived into our present age under the guise of the tall, hirsute simian beings known as Bigfoot, Yeti, Sasquatch and myriad other denominations? Those interviewed by the Colonial-era chroniclers explained that tradition held that those giants who were not exterminated by normal-sized humans were chased into the wilderness, where remnants of their race still endure. Marc Dem, the French author of a number of works on the paranormal, has identified the Biblical Anakim with giant beings such as the Asian Yeti.


Is there any evidence that such a race of giants actually existed south of the border?


In 1975, Mexican ufologist Pedro Ferriz visited  Calvillo, Aguascalientes (on the Pacific coast, famous for its intricate mazes of unexplored manmade caves) to inspect some ancient petroglyphs on the property of local landowner Víctor Martínez. Martínez told the ufologist that he was ambivalent about the petroglyphs, which he considered unlucky, particularly since "that affair with the giants". When asked to elaborate, Martínez explained that he had stumbled upon the ancient skeletons of two extraordinarily large creatures while tilling the soil. Martínez went into Calvillo to notify the authorities about his find, only to discover that the local police believed him to have killed both giants and wanted to incarcerate him!


The farmer finessed his way out of the predicament, returned to his farm, and set fire to the bones.


            The Ucumar-Zupai


Argentina's Salta region has been the focus of a number of hairy hominid sightings for many years. This rugged, mountainous region could not differ more from the Sasquatch's forested Pacific Northwest: arid, desolate landscapes meet vast salt deserts, such as the Puna de Atacama, where rainfall is almost nonexistent.


In 1956, Dr. José Cerato and geologist Claudio Spitch discovered the footprints of a Bigfoot-like creature at an elevation of almost 16,000 ft. The prints, according to Spitch, were so large that they precluded the possibility of having been made by a human being.


Shortly after Cerato and Spitch's discovery, a muleteer named Ernesto Salitonlay (name also given as José Santolay by some sources) led his animals into a lowland area and was startled by "a strange being covered by dense hair" that let out piercing screams upon seeing the human, terrifying the pack beasts in the process. Salitonlay said that the bizarre creature looked more like "a large, agile monkey" than anything else and fired his shotgun at it, but missed the target. The hairy hominid took flight and the muleteer headed post-haste to the local police station to report the incident.  Authorities looking into his claims surmised that it could have been the Ukumar Zupai described in the legends of the Coya inhabitants of the region.


From all descriptions, the Ukumar was smaller than its Himalayan counterpart. It had a pointed head and projected its body forward when it ran; the natives became accustomed to hearing its cries at dusk and in the winter months. There was also the interesting detail that locals would come across ruined condor and eagle nests, high in the mountains, which appeared to have been ransacked by a savage attacker, leaving dead and injured birds in its wake.


The creature was not seen again until a hapless prospector named Benigno Hoyos, combing the Quitillipi region for minerals, was caught by an unexpected snowstorm in the vicinity of Morro del Pilar and was forced to take shelter from the elements in a cave...which turned out to be occupied by an "unknown creature of large proportions, similar to a bear." The prospector was able to fire his sidearm at the improbable being and scored a hit: the creatures screams turned into heart-rending cries of pain.


According to anthropologist Silvia Alicia Barrios, hunters have successfully apprehended live specimens of Bigfoot's southern cousin. One such case involves the capture of a family of Ukumaris--a mother and two offspring--by Andrés Olguín. The two young Ukumaris were allegedly turned over to a Paraguayan zoologist.


Ukumaris and UFOs?


Argentinean cryptozoologist Fabio Picasso, compiler of the

Manual de Criptozoología Argentina y Sudamericana (1990), mentions the Ukumar-Zupai in his catalogue of hairy hominid sightings: In July and August 1956, the La Gaceta newspaper began to publish a series of articles (obtain with the aid of Chilean researcher Liliana Núñez) about the creature seen in the vicinity of Nevado Macón, a Andean peak standing 5700 meters above sea level, where "huge human footprints larger than those of an elephant have been allegedly seen."


Picasso notes that the sightings of the Andean hominids commenced shortly after a flurry of UFO sightings in the area, to which the newspaper items attest: in 1955, the year before the first hominid reports began, a strange object had crashed into the slopes of Nevado Macón in full view of the residents of the villages of Tolar Grande, Caipe, and Quebrada de Agua Chuya, all in the vicinity of the Salar de Arízaro. Apparently, prior to colliding, the vehicle had flown over the region all day, making themselves visible to workers at a Public Works shanty and members of the local gendarmerie, who took photos of it.


The Ministry of Aeronautics's Information Service received a request, says Picasso, to conduct an investigation to determine if the crashed object was either "an aircraft or an aerolite", but nothing appears to have been done in this regard. The fact remains that strange luminous artifacts continued to be seen over the Andean deserts, first hovering over the dusty villages and then giving the appearance of descending in the mountains. Author Gustavo Fernández adds the interesting detail that an official police communique revealed the crashed object was cylindrical and measured a whopping three hundred fifty meters long by fifty meters in diameter (approximately 1000 ft. by 165 ft.) and was metallic in color with a "dark band" visible across it. Despite the fact that it was wingless, it executed sharp and sudden turns, leaving a smoky contrail that remained visible for four hours.


"This anecdote," states Fabio Picasso, "appears to contain the seeds of the oft-mentioned theory regarding the link between UFOs and Yeti-type creatures; a theory which would was foreign to the specialized media and was only approached in the 1970's by Angelo Moretti, regarding South American cases involving primitive beings found amid a sweeping UFO flap." The author cautions his readers that this should not be construed as the creatures and the UFOs sharing the same origin. It is possible that the powerful crash into the mountainside drove the hominids out of their lairs.


In 1963, the village of Ranelagh in the Province of Buenos Aires was visited by a strange entity whose journalistic moniker, El dientudo ("Toothy") de Ranelagh came from its extraordinarily long fangs.  For eight days, according to Gustavo Fernández, residents of this unpaved shanty town, surrounded by contaminated streams, were haunted by the fearsome "Toothy". This shaggy entity, standing some six feet tall, had phosphorescent eyes and was seen by a number the witnesses late at night near a small bridge.


Unlike most cases involving hairy hominids, "Toothy" lashed out against humans, injuring a few of them; but it saved its true rage for dogs. According to reports, the monster killed several and devoured them.


"Toothy"'s short reign came to an end when a police officer fired his service revolver at the monster one night; the following morning it was ascertained that blood had been found next to its footprints. Police speculated that the creature, wounded to death, had fallen into Ranelagh's polluted creek. It was never seen again.


There are more recent cases of strange creature activity in Argentina: Carlos Alberto Iurchuk, editor of the El Dragón Invisible journal, received a letter from one Gustavo Aufnerr--owner of an estate in the municipality of Carlos Spegazzini--regarding a 1996 encounter with the unknown.


Aufnerr was walking through a forest trail one summer evening when he heard a noise behind him. Upon closer inspection, Aufnerr and a companion shone their flashlights toward the ground, only to find the carcass of a dog, eyes vacant and jaw torn off. Gripped by fear, both young men heard the noise once again. As they moved away, they came across another carcass--this time that of a cat, slain in the same gruesome fashion. They only did what could be expected in such a circumstance: they ran.


But their frantic race toward safety was interrupted by "something" that crossed their path in a sideways motion, crossing the forest trail from left to right. According to Aufnerr's description, the strange "something" was about the size of a dog, but running on two legs, with a rounded head smaller than its body, and with claws dangling from the upper part of its body.


            ¿Bigfoot in the Pyrenees?


The Pyrenees--the mountain range separating the Iberian Peninsula from the rest of Europe--also appear to be the home of a fascinating mountain hominid. For centuries, there have been reports of hairy, foul-smelling creatures known as basajún in the Basque country and simiote or simiot in Aragón and Cataluña. Author Miguel Aracil went in search of this elusive manimal at the behest of Spain's Más Allá magazine and ascertained that belief in the simiots, far from being medieval legend, was current fact.


Medieval tradition, which has survived to our time as chronicles and artwork (two 12th century images of the simiot are known to exist, depicting it as a creature resembling the "black cats" that haunt the British countryside), holds that the simiots killed entire flocks of sheep and an occasional human. As in other countries, these Pyrenean hominids issued strange cries, grunts and wails, aside from a noisome odor.


Aracil writes that a group of woodsmen from the wild Pyrenean region of Peña Montesa was attacked by "a bizarre, hairy creature with semi-human features" which went on to indulge itself a vandalistic frenzy, shattering vehicles and heavy forestry equipment and even hurling tree trunks against humans, according to one account. Groups of volunteers scoured the mountains in search of the being but came up empty-handed, suggesting that it hid away in "the enormous caves that are found in the region."  Many years later, a tourist who had gone hiking in the area had a face-to-face encounter with the creature and was astounded by its foul smell.


Scientists have dismissed the simiots as mere folktales. French scientist Alain Pillaire believed that the reports concerned a "baboon", regardless of the fact that these animals are found in equatorial Africa and are seldom over three feet tall.


Alfonso Serra concurs with Miguel Aracil, stating in his book Misterios Ocultos (Barcelona: Protusa, 1997) that gigantic skeletal remains of great age have been found in the Pyrenees, some of them buried near the prehistoric dolmen of Oren, in La Cerdanya. Nothing further was ever heard about them after they were turned over to the Barcelona Archaeological Museum. Another giant skeleton, allegedly measuring three meters long, was found in near Garós in the Pyrenees: it had the peculiarity of having had an ancient piece of iron driven through it.




Could it be possible, as many authors have suggested in past decades, that humanity is not quite alone on this planet? This question has usually been raised with regard to presence of extraterrestrial life on our world, whether visiting in passing or possessing permanent bases on it. But in this case the question is directed at the very real presence of other beings--possibly sentient--living in remote or nearly impenetrable parts of our world. Earlier articles in FATE by Paul Stonehill have suggested the existence of "hairy hominids" in the distant reaches of Asiatic Russia, and Loren Coleman's excellent scholarship on Bigfoot have made us aware that these can be found not only in all continents, but throughout the ages as well.



[From Chapter 5 of “The Chupacabras Diaries” by Scott Corrales,1996]


Bigfoot Enters the Stage


Human nature is curious. Many of us prefer to carry out certain tasks at different times from others; therefore, no one should be surprised by the urge to wash a car at 2:50 a.m., which is exactly what Osvaldo Rosado was doing on December 23 -- just hours after our visits to the Gómez and Sánchez residences.


Rosado, a resident of the city of Guánica, where the Chupacabras had already made its presence felt earlier in the month, had allegedly finished hosing down his vehicle and getting ready to disconnect the hose when as strange hairy creature approached him from behind and gave him a bearhug so strong that wounds appeared on the victim's abdomen. Rendered speechless by panic, Rosado was finally able to scream and struggle with the entity until he managed to break the deadly embrace. Turning to face his assailant, he was doubly shocked to find that it was a simian creature, much taller than his own six-foot height. The shaggy embracer turned tail and ran away from Rosado's backyard. Neighbors responded to his screams, and eventually took the badly shaken victim to a hospital in Yauco to have his wounds treated.


Conflicting stories circulated for a while. One newspaper blamed the incident on the Chupacabras, but the victim claimed never having spoken to the reporter who wrote the story. The creature in no way matched the descriptions given of the Goatsucker, and was certainly not winged--Rosado believed that the assailant must have been at least two feet taller than himself.


This landmark encounter would have been the first time that a full-sized Bigfoot creature--similar to the kind regularly seen in the Laurel Highlands area of Pennsylvania--had been reported on Puerto Rico, which had characterized itself for the activities of man-sized or smaller mystery apes, jokingly dubbed "Smallfoots" in English.



Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Chapter two: Notes From the Field, Tracking North America's Sasquatch

I wanted to give people who may not yet have read my first book a taste of what is in it, This is my second chapter and I hope you enjoy it! all my books are available at and are also available in kindle versions. I am considering re-publishing all three of my current titles and if I decide to follow through with this I will be changing them and upgrading both content and covers so the current versions will not be available after the second editions are published making the current titles limited editions.


Historical Accounts (1800 - 1950)
Extensive written records of the existence of Sasquatch do exist—more information than most people are aware. This in-formation is primarily in the form of newspaper articles, maga-zines, and stories in books. Chapter two provides readers with articles and stories that represent approximately each decade. Volumes of such materials exist, so the purpose of presenting it here is to demonstrate the timeframe—with the oldest known article being from 1818 (although there may be older ones that have not yet been uncovered). September 22, 1818: Exeter Watchman. March 16, 1831: New York Evening Post. Rare specimen of American antiquity. Here is an excerpt from a letter from Missouri written by Benjamin Harding to a doctor Mitchell on the date shown above. To quote Mr. Harding; ‚Respected Sir, Permit me to commune with you on the subject of a natural American relic of antiquity. It is the skeleton of an individual of the human race, measuring nearly ten feet, which I have discovered in the western country. Should you think it worthy of a place among the rarities of the land, be pleased to inform me.‛ August 27, 1838: Montrose Spectator, Pennsylvania. Strange animal, or food for the marvelous.

‚Something like a year ago, there was considerable talk about a strange animal, said to have been seen in the southwes-tern part of Bridgewater. Although the individual who described the animal persisted in declaring that he had seen it, and was at first considerably frightened by it, the story was heard and 69

looked upon more as food for the marvelous, than as having any foundation in fact. He represented the animal as we have it through a third per-son, as having the appearance of a child seven or eight years old though somewhat slimmer and covered entire with hair. He saw it, while picking berries, walking towards him erect, and whis-tling like a person. After recovering from his fright, he is said to have pursued it, but it ran off with such speed, whistling as it went, that he couldn’t catch it. He said it ran like the ‘devil’, and continued to call it after that name. The same or similar looking animal was seen in Silver Lake Township about two weeks since, by a boy some sixteen years old. We had the story from the father of the boy, in his absence, and afterward from the boy himself. The boy was sent to work in the backwoods near the New York State line - he took with him a gun, and was told by his father to shoot anything he might see except persons or cattle. After working a while, he heard some person, a little brother as he supposed, coming toward him whistling quite merrily. It came within a few rods of him and stopped. He said it looked like a human being, covered with black hair, about the size of his brother, who was six or seven years old. His gun was some little distance off, and he was very much frigh-tened. He, however, got his gun and shot at the animal, but trembled so that he could not hold it still. The strange animal, just as his gun ‘went off,’ stepped be-hind a tree, and then ran off, whistling as before. The father said the boy came home very much frightened, and that a number of times during the afternoon, when thinking about the animal he had seen he would, to use the man’s own words, ‘burst out cry-ing.’

Making due allowances for frights and consequent exaggera-tion, an animal of singular appearance has doubtless been seen. What it is, or whence it came, is of course yet a mystery. From the description, if an Orangutan were known to be in the country 70

we might think this to be it. As no such animal is known, (with-out vouching for the correctness of the story) we shall leave the reader to conjecture, or guess for himself, what it is. For the sake of a name, however, we will call the ‘strange animal’ The whis-tling wild boy of the woods.‛ December 28, 1839: Philadelphia Saturday Courier. ‚Describing a wild child seen often near Fish Lake, Indiana. The creature was described as having chestnut hair covering its body, standing approximately four feet tall and running with great speed and making frightful and hideous yells. Stories also claim this wild boy would plunge into the lake when pursued and swim with great speed.‛ March 26, 1847: The following is a passage from page 136 of the book by Paul Kane titled, Wanderings of an Artist among the Indians of North America: ‚When we arrived at the mouth of the Kattlepoutal River, twenty - six miles from Fort Vancouver, I stopped to make a sketch of the volcano, Mt. St. Helens, distant, I suppose about thirty or forty miles. This mountain has never been visited by either Whites or Indians; the latter assert that it is inhabited by a race of beings of a different species, who are cannibals, and whom they hold in great dread; they also say they there is a lake at its base with a very extraordinary kind of fish in it, with a head more resembling that of a bear than any other animal. These su-perstitions are taken from the statement of a man who, they say, went to the mountain with another, who was eaten by the ‘Skoo-cooms,’ or evil genii.‛

1850s: This is an excerpt from a book titled, Told by the Pio-neers, Reminiscences of Pioneer Life in Washington (State), first pub-lished in 1938. The exact date of the information is unknown, but presumably occurred during the 1850s. The following quote comes from page 115 of that book. It is the regarding the 71

Roundtree family who settled on the Pe Ell prairie near Cheha-lis, Washington: ‚Before the white people came to this country, a big Skoo-koom, or hairy man, came and drove all the Indians away that were living on the Pe Ell prairie and the Indians never went back there to live until after the Roundtree boys took up claims there, and went there to live.‛ May 16, 1851: New Orleans Picayune. The New Orleans Picayune paper published an article de-picting the story of a wildman chasing cattle. The man was de-scribed as being covered with hair and leaving 13-inch footprints and making large leaps as it ran. November 5, 1869: Butte Record, California. The California Butte Record published a story about a wit-ness seeing a ‚Gorilla or wildman‛ approximately 5-feet in height and disproportionately broad. The creature was reported as being covered with cinnamon dark colored hair, and was said to be seen playing with burning sticks from a fire and whistling. The witness said that later he saw a female join the first creature. March 9, 1876: The San Diego Union. Quoted here is this article: A Wild Man in the Mountains ‚The following strange story is sent by a correspondent at Warner’s Ranch in this county. We know the writer to be a per-fectly reliable person, and believe his statement, singular as it may seem, to be fully entitled to credence:

Warner’s Ranch, March 5 - About ten days ago Mr. Turner Helm and I were in the mountains about ten miles east of Warn-er’s Ranch, on a prospecting tour, looking for the extension of a quartz lode which had been found by some parties sometime be-fore. When we were separated, about a half mile apart - the wind blowing very hard at the time - Mr. Helm, who was walking 72

along looking down at the ground, suddenly heard somebody whistle. Looking up he saw ‘something’ sitting on a large boulder, about fifteen or twenty paces from him. He supposed it to be some kind of animal, and immediately came down on it with his needle gun. The object instantly rose to its feet and proved to be a man. This man appeared to be covered all over with course black hair, seemingly two or three inches long, like the hair of a bear; his beard and the hair of his head were long and thick; he was a man of about medium size, and had rather fine features - not at all like those of an Indian, but more like an American or Spaniard. They stood gazing at each other for a few moments, when Mr. Helm spoke to the singular creature, first in English and then in Spanish, and then in Indian, but the man remained silent. He then advanced toward Mr. Helm, who not knowing what his intentions might be, again came down on him with the gun to keep him at a distance. The man at once stopped, as though he knew there was danger. Mr. Helm called to me, but the wind was blowing so hard that I couldn’t hear him. The wildman then turned and went over the hill and was soon out of sight; before Mr. Helm could come to me he had made good his escape. We had frequently before seen this man’s tracks in that part of the mountains, but had supposed them to be the tracks of an Indian. I didn’t see this strange inhabitant of the mountains myself; but Mr. Helm is known to be a man of unquestionable veracity, and I have no doubt of the entire truth of his statement.‛

July 3, 1884: The following article is one of the more inter-esting stories to gain attention with regard to this subject. It has been published a number of times, including in Ivan Sanderson’s 1961 book, Abominable Snowmen, Legend Come to Life, and later in John Green’s 1968 book, On the Track of the Sasquatch. It was 73

originally published by the Victoria Daily Colonist newspaper. The following quote is from that article:

What is it?


A Strange Creature Captured Above Yale


A British Columbia Gorilla

(Correspondence of the Colonist)

Yale, B.C., July 3rd, 1882
‚In the immediate vicinity of No. 4 tunnel situated some twenty miles above this village, are bluffs of rock which have hi-therto been insurmountable, but on Monday morning last were successfully scaled by Mr. Onderdonk’s employees on their regu-lar train from Lytton. Assisted by Mr. Costerton, the British Co-lumbia Express Company’s messenger, and a number of gentle-men from Lytton and points east of that place, who, after consi-derable trouble and perilous‛ climbing, succeeded in capturing a creature, which may truly be called half man and half beast. ‚Jacko,‛ as the creature has been called by his capturers, is some-thing of the Gorilla type standing about four feet seven inches in height and weighing 127 pounds. He has long, black, strong hair and resembles a human being with one exception, his entire body, excepting his hands, (or paws) and feet are covered with glossy hair about one inch long. His forearm is much longer than a man’s and he possesses extra-ordinary strength, as he will take 74

hold of a stick and break it by wrenching or twisting it, which no man living could break in the same way. Since his capture he is very reticent, only occasionally utter-ing a noise, which is half bark and half growl. He is, however, becoming more attached to his keeper, Mr. George Tilbury, of this place, who proposes shortly starting for London, England to exhibit him. His favorite food so far is berries, and he drinks fresh milk with evident relish. By advice of Dr. Hannington raw meats have been withheld from Jacko, as to make him savage. The mode of capture was as follows: Ned Austin, the engi-neer, on coming in sight of the bluff at the eastern end of No. 4 tunnel saw what he supposed to be a man lying asleep in close proximity to the track, and as thought: blew the signal to apply the brakes. The brakes were instantly applied, and in a few seconds the train was brought to a standstill. At this moment the supposed man sprang up, and uttering a sharp quick bark began to climb the steep bluff. Conductor R.J. Craig and express messenger Costerton, followed by the baggage men and brakemen, jumped from the train and knowing they were some twenty minutes ahead of time immediately gave chase. After five minutes of perilous climbing the then supposed demented Indian was corralled on a projecting shelf of rock, where he could neither ascend or descend. The query was how to capture him alive, which was quickly decided by Mr. Craig, who crawled on his hands and knees until he was about forty feet above the creature. Taking a small piece of loose rock he let it fall and it had the desired effect of rendering poor Jacko of resistance for a time at least. The bell rope was then brought up and Jacko was now lo-wered to terra firma. After firmly binding him and placing in the baggage car ‘off brakes’ was sounded and the train started for Yale.

The station a large crowd who had heard of the capture by telephone from Spuzzum Flat were assembled, each one anxious 75

to have the first look at the monstrosity, but they were disap-pointed, as Jacko had been taken off at the machine shops and placed in charge of his present keeper. The question naturally arises, how came the creature where it was first seen by Mr. Austin? From bruises about its head and body, and apparently soreness since its capture, it is supposed that Jacko ventured too near the edge of the bluff, slipped, and fell and lay where found until the sound of the rushing train aroused him. Mr. Thos, White, and Mr. Gouin, C. E., as well as Mr. Major, who kept a small store about a half a mile west of the tunnel during the past two years, have mentioned having seen a curious creature at different points between camps 13 and 17, but no attention was paid to their remarks as people came to the conclusion that they had either seen a bear or stray Indian dog. Who can unravel the mystery that now surrounds Jacko? Does he belong to a species hitherto unknown in this part of the continent, or is he really what the trainmen first thought he was, a crazy Indian?‛ No one ever positively determined the eventual fate of Jacko; however, it is believed that during the voyage to England, the creature died and its corpse was disposed of overboard, which would have been a standard practice during that time period. No one knew for certain, though. 1890s. The following story is another of the more interest-ing ones. There isn’t an exact date as to when it occurred. It was, however, told by one of the people involved, when he was elder-ly, and the incident occurred when he was a young man. This story was collected and published by the 26th president of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt. It was published in 1893 in The Wilderness Hunter, and later in a collection of works titled, Trips of a Ranchman & the Wilderness Hunter. The following comes from pages 725 to 728.

‚Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagi-76

nation in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but a few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace type. But I once listened to a goblin story, which rather impressed me. It was told by a grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunt-er, named Bauman, who was born and had passed all of his life on the frontier. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry; and in childhood had doubtless been satu-rated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore, so that many fear-some superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow walkers, and the specters, and the lonely formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk; and it may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when op-pressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and in remembrance, weird and elf in traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked wild beast; but wheth-er this was so or not, no man can say. When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of the Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beaver. The pass had an evil reputa-tion because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was there slain by a wild beast, the half eaten remains be-ing afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighed very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver 77

meadow, the rocky timber clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty. There was still an hour of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of moun-tain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountain slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest. They were surprised to find that during their absence some-thing, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints were quite plain, but at first paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder walked along a game trail after leaving camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, ‘Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs.’ Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made but by two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the foot-prints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to 78

the conclusion that they couldn’t be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the underwood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night. After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the re-kindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returning to camp towards evening. On nearing they saw, hardly to their astonishment, that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroying the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook, where the footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after careful scrutiny of the trail, it cer-tainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs. The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it ut-tered a harsh, grating, long drawn moan, a particularly sinister sound. Yet it didn’t venture near the fire.

In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were the 79

more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was neces-sary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and this they started out to do. All morning they kept together, pick-ing up trap after trap, each one being empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after that had passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them. At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his compa-nion went and made ready the packs. On reaching the pond Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into the beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried to-ward camp, under the small trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighed on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the strait trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness whish, when there is no breeze, always broods over those somber primeval forests. At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay, and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curl-ing upwards.

Near it laid the packs, wrapped and arranged. At first Bau-man could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. 80

Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat. The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, who must have been lurking in the woods, waited for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its fore paws, while buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally roll-ing over and over it; and had fled back into the soundless depths of the woods. Bauman, utterly unnerved, and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoning everything but his rifle struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond the reach of pursuit.‛ December 4, 1904: The Victoria Daily Colonist newspaper reported a story about hunters in the area of Horne Lake, an un-inhabited area of Vancouver Island. The hunters came upon ‚the uncouth being they described as a living, breathing, and intensely interesting modern Mowgli.‛ The creature was said to be cov-ered with hair and ran like a deer. 81

July 1924: This next story received regional notoriety. It concerns a group of miners who claimed to have been attacked near the slopes of Mt. St. Helens in 1924 by a group of ‚Moun-tain Devils.‛ This story has been portrayed a number of time in films, but often details have been left out or changed by those making the films, which implies that the men involved in the in-cident did not actually see their supposed attackers. This makes their story ambiguous, at best. The quotes herein are from a booklet written in 1967 by the son of one of the men involved. It is the account as told to him by his father, Fred Beck. The book-let is titled, ‚I fought the Ape men of Mt. St. Helens.‛ It was written and published by R.A. Beck. Rene’ Dahinden revealed to me, some years ago, that after interviewing the senior Beck, be-came fully convinced that ‚The old man was totally honest and clear of mind and memory regarding the incident.‛ Here is what Fred Beck had to say about the events of July 1924: ‚The attack: First of all, I wish to give an account of the at-tack and tell of the famous incident of July 1924, when the Hairy Apes attacked our cabin. We had been prospecting for six years in the Mt. St. Helens and Lewis River area in southwest Wash-ington. We had, from time to time come across large tracks by creek beds and springs. In 1924 I and four other miners were working our gold claim, the Vander White. It was two miles east of Mt. St. Helens near a deep canyon now named Ape Canyon, which was so named after an account of the incident reached the newspapers. Hank (pseudonym) a great hunter and good woodsman, was always a little apprehensive after seeing the tracks. The tracks were large and we knew that no known animal could have made them: the largest measured nineteen inches long.

It was the middle of July, and we had received a good assay on our claim, and everyone was excited. I remember I had a tooth that was aching, and I suggested to Hank that he should 82

take me to see the dentist; but he was so excited in the prospect of the gold mine, he barely took time to answer me. He replied that ‚God or the Devil‛ could not get him away from there. We had all come up in his Ford, and I had no way to get to town un-less he took me. So when we went back to our cabin, on the north side of the canyon, I had a nagging toothache and little ap-petite for our evening meal of beans and hotcakes. Hank, though apprehensive was still determined. We had been hearing noises in the evening for about a week. We heard shrill, peculiar whistling each evening. We would hear it coming from one ridge, and then hear an answering whistle from another ridge. We also heard a sound, which I could best describe as a booming, thumping sound just like something was hitting itself on its chest. Hank asked me to accompany him to the spring, about a hundred yards from our cabin, to get some water and suggested we take out rifles to be on the safe side. We walked to the spring, and then, Hank yelled and raised his rifle, and at that instant, I saw it. It was a hairy creature, and he was about a hundred yards away, on the other side of the canyon, standing by a pine tree. It dodged behind the tree, and poked its head out from time to time, Hank shot. I could see the bark fly out each of his three shots. Someone may say that this was quite a distance to see bark fly, but I saw it. The creature I judged to have been about seven feet tall with blackish-brown hair. It disappeared from our view for a short time, but then we saw it, running fast and upright, about two hundred yards down the little canyon. I shot three times before it disappeared from view. We took the water back to the cabin, and explained the affair to the rest of the party; and we all agreed, including Hank, to go home the next morning, as it would be dark before we could get to the car. We agreed it would be unsound to be caught on the way out.

Nightfall found us in our pine log cabin. We had built the cabin ourselves, and had made it very sturdy. It stood for years 83

afterward, and was visited by many sightseers until a few years ago when it burned to the ground - the circumstances of the fire, I don’t recall. In the cabin, we had a long bunk bed in which two could sleep, feet to feet-the rest of us sleeping on pine boughs on the floor. At one end of the cabin, we had a fireplace, fashioned out of rocks. There were no windows in the cabin. So darkness found all of us in the cabin, calmer now (and my tooth was better, somehow the excitement seemed to work a temporary cure on it). We were sitting around, puffing on pipes, and talking about the trip home the next day. Each of us settled down in his crude, but welcome bed, and soon fell asleep. About midnight, we were all awakened. Hank, who was sleeping on the floor, was yelling and kicking. But the noise that had awakened us was a tremendous thud against the cabin wall. Some of the chinking had been knocked loose from between the logs and fell across Hank’s chest. He had his rifle in his hands and was waving it back and forth as he kicked and yelled. (Hank always slept with his gun near by-it was a Reming-ton automatic, my gun being a 30-30 Winchester, which I still have). I helped get the chinking off him, and he jumped to his feet, then, we heard a great commotion outside; it sounded like a great number of feet trampling and rattling over our pile of un-used shakes. We grabbed our guns. Hank squinted through the space left by the chinking. By actual count we saw only three of the creatures together at one time, but it sounded like there were many more.

This was the start of the famous attack, of which so much has been written in Washington and Oregon papers through the years. Most accounts tell of giant boulders being hurled against the cabin, and some even fell through the roof, but this was not quite the case. There were very few large rocks around in that area. It is true that many smaller ones were hurled at the cabin, but they didn’t break through the roof, but hit with a bang and 84

roll off. Some did fall through the chimney of the fireplace. Some accounts state I was hit in the head by a rock and knocked unconscious. This is not true. The only time we shot our guns that night was when the creatures were attacking our cabin. When they would quiet down for a few minutes, we would quit shooting. I told the rest of the party, that maybe if they saw we were only shooting when they attacked, they might realize we were only defending ourselves. We could have had clear shots at them through the opening left by the chinking had we chosen to shoot. We did shoot however, when they climbed up on the roof. We shot round after round through the roof. We had to brace the hewed-log door with a pole taken from the bunk bed. The creatures were pushing against it and the whole door vibrated from impact. They pushed against the walls of the cabin as if trying to push the cabin over, but this was pretty much an impossibility, as previously stated the cabin was a sturdy building. Hank did most of the shooting-the rest of the party crowded to the far end of the cabin; guns in their hands, the others clutched their rifles. They seemed stunned and incredulous. The attack continued the remainder of the night, with only short intervals between. A most profound and frightening expe-rience occurred when one of the creatures, being close to the ca-bin, reached an arm through the chinking space and seized one of our axes by the handle (a much written about incident and a true one). Before the thing could pull the axe out, I swiftly turned the head of the axe upright, so that it caught on the logs; and at the same time Hank shot, barely missing my hand. The creature let go, and I pulled the handle back in, and put the axe in a safe place. A humorous thing I well remember was Hank singing: ‚If you leave us alone, we’ll leave you alone, and we’ll all go home in the morning.‛ He did not mean to be humorous, and sang under the impression that the ‚Mountain Devils,‛ as he called them, might understand and go away. 85

The attack ended just before daylight. Just as soon as we were sure it was light enough to see, we came cautiously out of the cabin. It was not long before I saw one of the apelike creatures, standing about eighty yards away near the edge of Ape Canyon. I shot three times, and it toppled over the cliff, down into the gorge, some four hundred feet down. Then Hank said that we should get out of there as soon as possible; and not bother to pack our supplies or equipment out; ‚after all,‛ he said ‚it’s better to lose them, than our lives.‛ We were all only too glad to agree. We brought out only that which we could get in our packsacks. We left about two hundred dollars in supplies, powder, and drilling equipment behind. I tried to persuade everyone not to relate the happenings to anyone, and they agreed, but Hank soon let the cat out of the bag. We made our way to Spirit Lake, and Hank went to the ranger station. He had told the ranger earlier about the tracks, and the ranger replied, ‚Let me know if you find out what they are.‛ That was just what Hank did, to the puzzlement of the ran-ger. The group returned to Kelso, Washington, where the story leaked out. And the rest is history. 1930s. This article was published by the Humboldt Times of Eureka California on November 18, 1960. The incident, how-ever, refers to something that occurred in 1934, and the accom-panying photograph is one of the earliest known photographs of footprints of a Sasquatch. 86

Huge Tracks Found In 1934 Probably Belonged to Bigfoot, Dave Zebo Says
By Erma Korkan Times Correspondent TRINIDAD - In a chance reminiscing, recently, while dis-cussing the possible existence, pro and con, of the well - known and fabulous Bigfoot, Dave Zebo, Humboldt County’s aviation director, came up with a story, all true, which could be a link in the solution of : ‚Is it true or isn’t it?‛ Bigfoot - the strange and perhaps mythical creature - who has been leaving large footprints, at various times, in the wilds of the Trinity mountain country. Bigfoot - who has become a na-tional character; and has set the world to wondering; can this be possible? It is strange, however, how many times Bigfoot keeps cropping up with so many continually finding evidence of its ex-istence. Although Zebo’s story dates back some years to 1934, the fact that this incident really happened, and could be a link to the possible existence of the mythical creature makes it doubly inter-esting. Back in 1934, Zebo said, while living in Weaverville, he ob-tained permission from the forest service to spend a night at the look-out on top of Mt. Bally, in that region. The look-out is 11 miles up the mountain and Zebo donned skis for his trip to the top of the mountain. Two miles above the timberline, Zebo ran into strange tracks in the snow. There was no animal or human to be seen within range. He stated. ‚I have never seen anything like these indentations of tracks before or since.‛ The tracks were deep and heavy, but the spacing was what especially drew his interest. The tracks were from 4 to 6 feet apart. Too far for the stride of a normal man, but they were single tracks of a two-footed person or creature. 87

Pointing to the human element, Zebo said, was the fact that the tracks continued in a straight line. It is a well-known fact that the tracks of an animal will meander. A human, usually takes a straight path (and sometimes the hardest way) to his objection; while an animal is known to meander to find the easiest direc-tion. The footprints in the snow, of which Zebo was so curiously engrossed that he took photos of them, went from the bottom of the mountain to the top, from west to east; there was no devia-tion at all. ‚I followed the old trail, and as far as I could see I saw the tracks, making a single line.‛ Zebo said. ‚There were no other tracks around, and I stayed the night in the look-out and came back down the next morning. A heavy snow fell during the night and covered the tracks.‛ The photos gave Zebo proof that the experience really had happened, and upon returning to Weaverville, he had the pic-tures developed. He showed these to a number of persons in the vicinity. Speculation ran high, but no one came up with a solution, or among those contacted, had anyone ever seen such an incidence. The forest personnel were among those contacted, with no bet-ter luck at a solution. Everyone was interested and intrigued, and discussed the event for days without solving the mystery. ‚In those days,‛ Zebo said, ‚We had not heard of Bigfoot.‛ He has since wondered if Bigfoot was the answer to the puzzle. To summarize the experience: The big tracks were definitely there. They were single, as a human’s would have been, but too wide apart in stride (they never hesitated, but went energetically up the mountain, as if made by a creature with gigantic strength) for an average man’s; and they went directly up the terrain. The pictures, as well as the well-known reliability of Zebo’s word, show that the story is true. The tracks were there - but who - or what made them? Could this be a link to the Trinity mountains great mystery? Was this Bigfoot himself? 88

Photograph of footprints in the snow taken by Dave Zebo This final article was written by Russell Annabel and first published in Sports Afield magazine in 1956. The incident de-scribed in the article actually occurred in the 1940s, near An-chorage, Alaska, on the Nelchina plateau. The following is a quote from the article titled, Long hunter-Alaskan style.

‚The Denna people liked him, Tex Cobb. No sentiment was wasted on either side, but the tribesmen had a live and let live understanding that was rare in those days. He stayed off their trap lines, and they stayed off his. If an Indian had a salmon net in an eddy, Tex found another eddy, and vice versa. Due to the fact that the Indians trusted him, we became involved with what today would be called, I suppose an abominable snowman. I have since heard and read a great deal about the abominable snow-man. I have seen the photographs of those tracks in the snow on a Tibetan mountain, and to me they are simply the tracks of a man with a gunnysack or some cloth wrapped around his feet as protection from the cold, climbing slew foot because the slope was steep and he had no crampons. But when I was a youngster roaming the north with Tex, we had never heard of the abomi-89

nable snowman. We had, however heard much about Gilyuk; the shaggy giant sometimes called the big man with the little hat. Our adventure with Gilyuk occurred while we were camped in a pretty spruce park on Yellow jacket creek, south of Tyrone Lake. We had spent the entire summer on this mountain - girt Nelchina Plateau, wandering about in aimless nomad fashion. Tex said we were prospecting and looking for fur sign. Maybe we were. He always had to have an excuse for enjoying the country, a commercial excuse if he could think of one. Anyway, it was now late September, a beautiful time, no mosquitoes, the land ablaze with color, the fish and the meat animal’s summer fat, the cari-bou horde gathering, and we were footloose and free as perhaps men can never be again. This morning Tex was making coffee, and I was down at the creek cleaning a mess of grayling for breakfast, when six Indians filed through the timber. They stood solemnly regarding our four horses. To them a horse was a rarity, a mysterious animal. They called them McKinley moose, because McKinley was the only president they had ever heard of, and the horses were as big as moose. I followed them to the camp.

‘Have you eaten?’ Tex asked them in Denna. They said they had eaten. Chief Stickman was with them. I had seen him once before, at Eklutna Village. A squat-faced man, very dark, with long hair and quick - moving obsidian eyes, he was the Denna boss of this entire area, and his reputation was bad. But now he had trouble that he couldn’t handle. He told us about it, and as he talked, he kept standing first on one leg, then the other, ba-lancing himself with the moccasined sole of the free foot against the knee of the supporting leg. I don’t know whether it was habit or a medicine trick to ward off evil spirits, or both, but it was dis-concerting. He had come into this area two days ago, he said, with some of his people to kill and cache caribou for winter use. But they had discovered that Gilyuk, the shaggy giant, was hang-ing around. They found his sign yesterday. And of course every-90

body knew that Gilyuk wasn’t interested in caribou. Gilyuk ate men. ‘What kind of sign’ Tex asked. ‘We will take you to see it,’ Stickman said. ‘It’s not far.’ After breakfast we followed the Indians upstream a couple of miles to a burned flat on which a nurse crop of aspen and birch had grown. In the center of the flat stood a ruined birch sapling. It had been about four inches through and maybe ten feet tall. Something had twisted the sapling as a man would twist a match-stick. The wood had separated into individual fibers; the bark hung in tatters. Stickman and his hunters stood back, while Tex and I looked the site over. Moose often ride a sapling down to get at the tender upper twigs. So do caribou. But no moose or caribou had done this. This had been done by something with hands. It had happened yesterday, because the leaves of the sapl-ing had not yet wilted. It wasn’t the work of lightening-no burns. A freak whirlwind hadn’t done it, because trees and brush a few yards distant were undamaged. The hard ground showed no tracks. We found no snagged hair on the brush. Absolutely noth-ing except the incredibly twisted birch sapling. It was without question the eeriest sight I have ever beheld in the wilds. Stickman said, ‘It is Gilyuk’s mark. We have seen it before.’ I wish to make clear that to the Denna people Gilyuk was no legendary creature their grandfathers had told them about. He was a reality, and they spoke of him as they spoke of bears and wolves. They saw his sign, and they saw him. He was a shaggy giant who wore a little hat and ate men. ‘We want to ask you to camp with us until we have killed our caribou,’ Stickman said. ‘Gilyuk doesn’t molest white men. Perhaps he will not molest us if you are in the camp.’ Stickman had already told us that he was bivouacked on the shore of a pothole lake two hours to the east-ward. Tex said all right, we would move to his camp in the morn-ing. As he was still looking at the twisted sapling, his green eyes narrowed in thought. I couldn’t take my gaze off it either. 91

Stickman said, ‘Thanks Kosaki,’ a strange word of respect, held over from the old Russian Cossack, and we parted company with the Indians. Next morning I brought the horses in at daybreak. We ate, broke camp, and were putting on the packs when here came the Indians, all of them-all, that is, except Stickman. An old man told us Stickman was dead, he said. Gilyuk had taken him. The chief had got up in the night and gone down to the lake, perhaps for water, but nobody knew. A squaw with a birch-bark torch found his red flannel underwear on the gravel beach. It had been torn off him. There may have been tracks, but the entire hunting par-ty had swarmed over the beach, and by daylight no tracker on earth could have made sense of the jumble. Well, until the day of his own death last July, while on a sen-timental journey to a fateful spot in Cook Inlet, Tex was con-vinced that the cannibal giant Gilyuk killed Stickman. When asked if he believed in the existence of abominable snowmen, Tex would reply that he didn’t think there were any around in Alaska nowadays, but that they had existed, at least one of them, a couple of decades back.‛ The goal of presenting quotes, stories, and previously pub-lished articles is not to provide a comprehensive look at the re-ported encounters with the Sasquatch but rather to demonstrate the time line of encounters that extends over at least two hundred years. This fact alone is remarkable, and yet ignored by those who are ardently against the possibility of the existence of these creatures. Recordings of their existence go back as far as 1818; however, these reports don’t suggest that this date was the first encounter. Early written records may not exist, but that by no means proves 1818 is the point of beginning—in fact, local In-dian populations likely told the first European settlers in North America about such beings long before such accounts were ever recorded. 92

Thus far, we have demonstrated similarities of a creature like the Sasquatch in the fossil record, and we have ancient peoples with extensive knowledge of creatures such as those cur-rently reported. Encounters with these kinds of creatures have been depicted in numerous written records for a period covering two centuries. So our next question is why did the public in gen-eral not know about this subject for so long and how did it finally gain widespread recognition? As we begin to answer this question in the following chapter, I ask readers who are interested in reviewing more of these types of stories to peruse books by John Green, John Napier, Roger Patterson, Ivan Sanderson, and Don Hunter. These authors pro-vide in-depth details into the historical nature of this subject.