About Footprint Below

The person that sent in this information and photo can not comment further. But I can tell you that the photo was taken in Dec. 2010 by a road inspector. The photo was turned over to a district ranger. Scat was found and sent for testing. The area is near the area of the ESP Team's "discovery." On the map at top right it is near the  pink/red dot.

Footprints near Sru Lake, Oregon: Could they be bigfoot's?

This was taken by our road inspector . It  was found on a newly repaired slide on 3348. YOU CAN USE THE PHOTO BUT NOT MY NAME.

____________

Great photo. Thank you for trusting us with your name. More information would be great. It appears these animals come out in the winter. So, we can keep watching for them. Thanks again. ... Linda Newton-Perry

A Frightening Sighting/Experience

20 years ago, in Canada, a group of young people was chased by a sasquatch. The young people were in a car. Read "A Most Frightening Sasquatch Encounter" by clicking link.

Ontario Sasquatch: A Media Article
http://ontariosasquatch.com/#/bbuzz-a-most-fright/4529017039

____________
After reading this exciting sighting, please return to Bigfoot Ballyhoo and comment.

Second Chapter of THE LITTLE RED CAR AND BIGFOOT

To be read to small children.

Oh, the wild excitement of it all. But what if it’s a mean Bigfoot? Really though, it wasn’t too terribly tall. Maybe it was a mild-tempered Bigfoot, Beau reasoned.

“Hi, there. Come on down here.” The Bigfoot waved at him, meaning for him to quit flapping and land. “I’ll not hurt you.”

Oh my! A Bigfoot talking and speaking to me. I didn’t know that Bigfoot could talk.

“Don’t be afraid, come on down.”

“Stay away! I…” Oh, good my voice is back. “I don’t know how to land. If I stop flapping, I am sure I’ll fall hard,” he shouted.

Gibberish-garble now flew from the excited Bigfoot. He held his shaggy arms up, seemingly to indicate he would grab hold of a foot and pull Beau down.

He could again understand the animal’s speech.

“Well, come on, stop flapping. I’ll not let you fall. I’ll catch you.”

What was going on? Beau tried to talk, but his tongue seemed frozen in his mouth, and his arms were really getting tired. Dare I trust this animal? he thought to himself. It seemed he wasn’t going to have a choice.

With each weakening movement of his arms, he was sinking and drifting down nearer to the ground.

The animal swung at his nearest foot, but missed. Seemingly out of sorts, he jumped up, grabbed hold of the tip of Beau’s shoe and sent him crashing to the ground.

“Ouch! Oh h h, why’d you do that? You said you were going to catch me.”

The animal was again gibbering, making no sense, but on his knees now, patting and petting Beau’s head and shoulder. It was obvious he was sorry and trying to be friends. Still, nonsensical sounds came from his mouth.

Again Beau’s tongue attached itself to the roof of his mouth. It would not move. The animal was speaking again and now making perfect sense. They seemed to be taking turns; when one could utter understandable speech, the other could not.

“Are you hurt?”

Beau shook his head. The animal seemed to understand that he wasn’t hurt.

“Can you stand? Are you able?” The Bigfoot sniffed the air, bent and sniffed Beau’s hair and breath. Beau clamped his mouth shut and covered his nose. The big friendly animal smelled strongly of earth, grass and all things wild.

The hair on its head was short and shaggy. And caught in it were pieces of dried leaf, sticks─and it was matted in places with shiny, sticky sap. Beau sneezed. The animal drew back and gibbered.

“Now you can’t talk. Boy, this is sure strange.” Beau recoiled at the closeness of the animal. Its hair or fur was also wet. It smelled just like a wet stinky dog. He guessed the animal had crossed the river.

The animal turned and swatted Frank with its dinner-plate size paw, sending him for a loop. The dog had been happily licking the big animal’s massive feet.

Frank whimpered. The Bigfoot again played-out that he was sorry and went to the dog. Frank allowed, with much squirming, the Bigfoot to pick him up and deposit him at Beau’s side.

The instant Frank felt his paws on warm sand, the Bigfoot dropped him and whirled around, looking in the direction of the river.

Beau couldn’t believe what he was seeing: on the other side, stood two more Bigfoot. This Bigfoot waved an arm, meaning for them to swim across.

Before he could stop himself, Beau was flapping his arms, and again was hovering over the car, dog and Bigfoot. One Bigfoot was enough excitement. Two more Bigfoot scared him and sent his arms flapping.

Again, he couldn’t speak. The Bigfoot below him was jumping up trying to pull him down again. But it was no use. He was drifting nearer the rushing river.

The two Bigfoot on the other side were hesitating to enter the water. They kept turning and looking up to a flat place in the forest above the river. One waved.

Beau took his eyes from the ground just long enough to see what the one was waving at. It was still another Bigfoot!

Most of the dreams he had about Bigfoot were not so scary. For it was a fact, Beau Hammersmith was really taken with Bigfoot. But this dream was getting scarier and scarier. He wished he could just wake up.

He was now over the river. Frank was in the water, up to his neck, barking at the two Bigfoot wading in on the far side. A gusting breeze blew in the same direction the river flowed.

The river ran with loud voice as it rushed along to the sea. Beau felt himself being blown downriver with the breeze the second he quit moving his arms. But as long as he flapped, he kept to one spot, hovering over the terrible river.

Below him a sharp-pointed log protruded from the water. He flapped with more powerful strokes, trying to move away from it. He gave thought to dropping into the river and latching onto the log, holding until he could rest his arms enough to flap again.

Frank barked at him. The dog was near the log. The two Bigfoot in the water were near the log as well.

The off and on breeze pushed and pulled Beau’s clothes, making it harder to keep flying. It seemed apparent that he would end up in the water.

The Bigfoot, back at the little red car, was growling gibberish at the two in the river.

Beau couldn’t help himself. He shouted loud pleas for help: wild yammering really. He tried hard not to cry.

The two Bigfoot below him scared him. The one nearest reached a hairy arm up and swatted at him. The result, he drifted a few feet closer to the river bank from where he’d come.

Another loud outburst came from the Bigfoot on shore, addressed at the two in the water. The two swam to where Beau hovered, flapping as fast as his tired arms would go. Another swat from the near Bigfoot and he was above the sandy bank of the river, but on the opposite side. A gust of wind had all but turned him upside down and sent him floating on a blanket of moist river air to the opposite bank.

Frank barked, seeming to say “Come on down here.” Beau stopped flapping and fell straight down a good three feet.

The two Bigfoot in the water soon pulled themselves out, just a few feet from Beau, their fur drenched. They were very smelly.

Frank, now also out of the water, positioned himself between Beau and the two Bigfoot. They ignored him. From the other side of the river, loud yelps came from the first Bigfoot. He was motioning for the two to come to him as he walked in long strides back to the red car.

Beau’s arms ached. His tongue was again stuck to the roof of his mouth.

The one Bigfoot was still ordering the two newcomers to come and help him move the car out of the blackberry vines. They suddenly turned from Beau and quickly swam across the river. In no time they had the car flat on the sand.

Dreams being the way they are, he could now miraculously understand what all three of the furry beings were saying. Beau, however, could still not talk. He knew this because he wanted to caution Frank to not go near the beasts. But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t force a word of warning out.

Not wishing the animals to pay him attention, Beau scooted backwards on his rump, very slowly. Finally, he was hidden behind a plump bush. Frank barked the whole time, giving away Beau’s hiding place.

Shivers shook Beau’s body. He was too close to the river to start flying. He would just end up hovering over the deep water again. And he probably would be blown down river, maybe even ending up in the river if he couldn’t keep the flapping up.

The three Bigfoot were taking turns in the driver’s seat of the little red car; while the one drove the other two pushed, huffing and puffing out loud grunts, for the sand was deep. They were pretending they were driving.

The scene would have been hilarious if nine-year-old Beau were not so scared.

... to be continued next Monday.