Monday, August 13, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Thank You Paul for the Great Comment
The story of the Sasquatch and the loggers up the Chetco River appeared in 1933 FIELD and STREAM and again in 1942 in Oregon Wild Outdoors.
Also in 1952 a family of three disappeared up the Chetco near Opal Creek. When searchers started looking for them they found huge manlike tracks along the riverbank at Opal Creek.I actually got to talk with one of the search members in 1955 and he told me that they believed the family was taken by giant sized creatures covered in hair.The family was never found or heard from again.
So You Will Know...
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Thursday, August 9, 2018
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
ANOTHER SIGHTING FROM THE AREA OF MAGAZINE ARTICLE
IN 2010 An Oregon Curry County Deputy shot over the head of a bigfoot after a logging crew of six called in a report. Read the account #120 Archive Section. ENJOY... Linda Newton-Perry
FIELD AND STREAM , MAY, 1933
The Chetco, Oregon Monster
1870 - The Chetco Monster - sometimes called the Chetco Indian Devil
Location is about 60 miles North of Willow Creek, California
and approx 6 miles north of the Cal-Oregon border.
There is some confusion about the word 'county' in this story. As best be can determine, Chetco refers to Oregon's Chetco River and the 1870s location would have been most likely there, nearer Brookings, Oregon which is in Curry County, Oregon.
There is no Chetco County now, whether or not there was more than a hundred years ago
I do not know, but Brookings is approximately 6 miles N of the California-Oregon Border
nearer the coast than the relationship of Willow Creek to the coast in California.
There is a notation by an Oregon Newspaper
to what may be the same
ill-tempered Sasquatch, in the same time frame near Thompson Flats, Oregon.
Thompson Flats is in the upper reaches of the south fork of the Sixes River near Star Mountain in Coos County.
"The logging operation was a small one, employing a dozen men whose families lived in tents alongside the river. For several weeks nothing unusual happened. Occasionally garbage cans were overturned at night my marauding bears. Sometimes the beasts were so troublesome that an armed guard stood by while the loggers felled the big trees. At the campsite mothers watched their young children closely and forbade older boys and girls to play hide-and-seek in the forest. Even when they swam in the shallow river, an adult kept a sharp lookout for bears."
"Then one morning enormously large human footprints were discovered along the riverbanks. The loggers laughingly accused one another of having feet as big as chopping blocks. Everyone, from the oldest to the youngest in camp, measured his footprints against those of the unknown visitor. Since no one's feet were that large, one question was bandied about repeatedly: if those weren't a bear's tracks, whose were they?"
The Chetco, Oregon Monster
1870 - The Chetco Monster - sometimes called the Chetco Indian Devil
Location is about 60 miles North of Willow Creek, California
and approx 6 miles north of the Cal-Oregon border.
There is some confusion about the word 'county' in this story. As best be can determine, Chetco refers to Oregon's Chetco River and the 1870s location would have been most likely there, nearer Brookings, Oregon which is in Curry County, Oregon.
There is no Chetco County now, whether or not there was more than a hundred years ago
I do not know, but Brookings is approximately 6 miles N of the California-Oregon Border
nearer the coast than the relationship of Willow Creek to the coast in California.
There is a notation by an Oregon Newspaper
to what may be the same
ill-tempered Sasquatch, in the same time frame near Thompson Flats, Oregon.
Thompson Flats is in the upper reaches of the south fork of the Sixes River near Star Mountain in Coos County.
"The logging operation was a small one, employing a dozen men whose families lived in tents alongside the river. For several weeks nothing unusual happened. Occasionally garbage cans were overturned at night my marauding bears. Sometimes the beasts were so troublesome that an armed guard stood by while the loggers felled the big trees. At the campsite mothers watched their young children closely and forbade older boys and girls to play hide-and-seek in the forest. Even when they swam in the shallow river, an adult kept a sharp lookout for bears."
"Then one morning enormously large human footprints were discovered along the riverbanks. The loggers laughingly accused one another of having feet as big as chopping blocks. Everyone, from the oldest to the youngest in camp, measured his footprints against those of the unknown visitor. Since no one's feet were that large, one question was bandied about repeatedly: if those weren't a bear's tracks, whose were they?"
Mike said...
part 2. "Someone said there was a "wild" man living way up the river. He was an irritable old devil who threatened to shoot anyone who approached his cabin. No matter how bad the weather was he never wore a hat or boots. He was always bareheaded and barefooted."
"Barefooted? Then the tracks were his! With the mystery of the tracks happily solved, the people promptly forgot them. But several nights later the sound of eerie whistling and angry shrieks wakened them. In every tent men bounded out of bed and grabbed their guns, assuming there was a wounded bear nearby. No one lighted a lamp for fear of attracting the beast, and frightened children were warned not to cry. The spine-chilling noises went on and on. Sometimes they seemed close by, other times from the direction of the road or the river. But finally the sounds faded into the distance, and quiet returned to the dark campsite. "At daybreak the men gathered to talk. They debated whether it was a bear or mountain lion.
To satisfy themselves and ease their families' worries, a half dozen men searched about for bear or mountain lion tracks. They found no mountain lion spoor at all and no fresh bear tracks. However, at the edge of the clearing beyond the first stand of trees and dense undergrowth they came upon more of the giant-sized human footprints. The men debated whether it was the old recluse.
They agreed they had to catch the demented man before he killed someone. So, as quietly as possible the search party backtracked along the line of footprints. These led them out to the road several hundred yards above the camp and up the road to the logging site. Here they found where the wild man had emerged from the forest into the open area and had prowled around tree stumps, piles of bushes and the machinery used in loading the logs onto wagons.
Then the men had a nasty shock. Massive unwieldy tree limbs, far too heavy for one man to handle, had been pulled out of the tangled waste piles and either tossed aside like match sticks or used to beat on the machinery.
"The searchers followed the tracks back down the road into the forest. For the first time they noticed shrubs torn to pieces and saplings uprooted and whacked to shreds. This explained the thudding and snapping sounds heard during the night. The footprints circled the camp, went down the well-beaten path to the river turning back to the road, went down it a half mile and turned off into the forest. The men pressed on as far as they dared. However, when the tracks plunged down into a steep ravine, they stopped. The gloomy depths provided too many hiding places for a demented killer.
"The Chetco Indians believed there were man-animals in the woods, one logger informed his friends. He had heard the story from a white man whom the Indians trusted enough to take into their confidence. They claimed that for generations they had shared their hunting grounds with fierce-looking hairy creatures that walked upright like men. The strange beings were not human, nor animal, neither friendly nor hostile. They were simply there, like every other man or wild creature, so the Indians left them alone.
"But very late on the third night the frightening sounds were once again heard faintly from far off in the woods. People jerked upright in bed. As the whistling and screaming grew louder; in every tent men pulled on their trousers and boots, and readied their guns. Obviously the night howler was coming closer and closer. "When he seemed only fifty feet away, one man took desperate action. Hastily fashioning a torch of oily rags and kindling, he set fire to it. Torch in one hand and rifle in the other, he raced into the woods.
"Barefooted? Then the tracks were his! With the mystery of the tracks happily solved, the people promptly forgot them. But several nights later the sound of eerie whistling and angry shrieks wakened them. In every tent men bounded out of bed and grabbed their guns, assuming there was a wounded bear nearby. No one lighted a lamp for fear of attracting the beast, and frightened children were warned not to cry. The spine-chilling noises went on and on. Sometimes they seemed close by, other times from the direction of the road or the river. But finally the sounds faded into the distance, and quiet returned to the dark campsite. "At daybreak the men gathered to talk. They debated whether it was a bear or mountain lion.
To satisfy themselves and ease their families' worries, a half dozen men searched about for bear or mountain lion tracks. They found no mountain lion spoor at all and no fresh bear tracks. However, at the edge of the clearing beyond the first stand of trees and dense undergrowth they came upon more of the giant-sized human footprints. The men debated whether it was the old recluse.
They agreed they had to catch the demented man before he killed someone. So, as quietly as possible the search party backtracked along the line of footprints. These led them out to the road several hundred yards above the camp and up the road to the logging site. Here they found where the wild man had emerged from the forest into the open area and had prowled around tree stumps, piles of bushes and the machinery used in loading the logs onto wagons.
Then the men had a nasty shock. Massive unwieldy tree limbs, far too heavy for one man to handle, had been pulled out of the tangled waste piles and either tossed aside like match sticks or used to beat on the machinery.
"The searchers followed the tracks back down the road into the forest. For the first time they noticed shrubs torn to pieces and saplings uprooted and whacked to shreds. This explained the thudding and snapping sounds heard during the night. The footprints circled the camp, went down the well-beaten path to the river turning back to the road, went down it a half mile and turned off into the forest. The men pressed on as far as they dared. However, when the tracks plunged down into a steep ravine, they stopped. The gloomy depths provided too many hiding places for a demented killer.
"The Chetco Indians believed there were man-animals in the woods, one logger informed his friends. He had heard the story from a white man whom the Indians trusted enough to take into their confidence. They claimed that for generations they had shared their hunting grounds with fierce-looking hairy creatures that walked upright like men. The strange beings were not human, nor animal, neither friendly nor hostile. They were simply there, like every other man or wild creature, so the Indians left them alone.
"But very late on the third night the frightening sounds were once again heard faintly from far off in the woods. People jerked upright in bed. As the whistling and screaming grew louder; in every tent men pulled on their trousers and boots, and readied their guns. Obviously the night howler was coming closer and closer. "When he seemed only fifty feet away, one man took desperate action. Hastily fashioning a torch of oily rags and kindling, he set fire to it. Torch in one hand and rifle in the other, he raced into the woods.
Mike said...
Part 3 "Meantime the man's wife called for help. Within minutes several men stumbled toward her in the darkness. They groaned when they learned that their comrade had gone into the woods alone. None hesitated to follow, but minutes passed while one dashed off to fetch a lantern and others supplied themselves with extra cartridges. Finally the party headed into the forest in the direction from which the awful sounds were heard. They had covered only a short distance when the whistling and shrieking stopped.
The men halted, and listened. There was a long silence, then an outburst of bestial yowling followed by human screams. Thinking their friend was being attacked; the men fought through the undergrowth, the man with the lantern in the lead. Moments later their comrade appeared and collapsed in their arms. At first he was too terrified to speak. His companions fired their guns to drive off the howler and then waited patiently for the poor man to gasp out the details. He said that by torchlight he had followed the line of giant-sized footprints and suddenly came upon a huge creature covered with hair.
"A bear? " No, an ape! A monstrous ape, seven or eight feet tall, two axe-handles wide across the shoulders, (one axe handle measures 25 inches in length= 50 inch wide shoulders or approximate) with beady yellow eyes and bared teeth. The torchlight must have blinded it because it stood stock-still, one hand shading its eyes. Then it let out a tremendous roar. The man hurled his torch into its face, but instead of shooting at it, the frightened man ran screaming toward camp.
"While his companions did not doubt his word, they asked anxiously if he was sure the beast was an ape. " Yes, he was positive. "It really looked like an ape? "Yes. An ape. "Did it have fangs? " You bet! "Claws? "The man said sarcastically that he hadn't stayed around long enough to study the brute. But after thinking it over, he said it had hands like a man, only twice as large and covered with hair right down to the fingernails.
"After that they all decided to return to camp. After much discussion the loggers agreed to take turns standing guard day and night until the ape was captured or shot. Two men would patrol the campsite on two-hour watches while the rest worked or slept. Since women present knew how to handle a gun, their assistance during the daylight hours was welcomed. The older boys and girls offered to gather firewood so that large fires could be kept blazing all night. "Nothing unusual happened during the day or the early night hours. But the two whose turn came about 2 A.M. asked the men they were to relieve to stand by. They wanted to slip into the woods and really search for the ape. "Reluctantly the one patrol agreed to stand by while their relief party set out on their ape hunt. The hunters carried a small lantern because without some light they could not follow any tracks. But they were careful to keep the light at ground level. Their rifles were loaded, and the safety catches thumbed back. Not long after, they came upon bits of charred cloth amidst a welter of huge footprints. This must be where their friend had thrown his torch at the monster.
d.
The men halted, and listened. There was a long silence, then an outburst of bestial yowling followed by human screams. Thinking their friend was being attacked; the men fought through the undergrowth, the man with the lantern in the lead. Moments later their comrade appeared and collapsed in their arms. At first he was too terrified to speak. His companions fired their guns to drive off the howler and then waited patiently for the poor man to gasp out the details. He said that by torchlight he had followed the line of giant-sized footprints and suddenly came upon a huge creature covered with hair.
"A bear? " No, an ape! A monstrous ape, seven or eight feet tall, two axe-handles wide across the shoulders, (one axe handle measures 25 inches in length= 50 inch wide shoulders or approximate) with beady yellow eyes and bared teeth. The torchlight must have blinded it because it stood stock-still, one hand shading its eyes. Then it let out a tremendous roar. The man hurled his torch into its face, but instead of shooting at it, the frightened man ran screaming toward camp.
"While his companions did not doubt his word, they asked anxiously if he was sure the beast was an ape. " Yes, he was positive. "It really looked like an ape? "Yes. An ape. "Did it have fangs? " You bet! "Claws? "The man said sarcastically that he hadn't stayed around long enough to study the brute. But after thinking it over, he said it had hands like a man, only twice as large and covered with hair right down to the fingernails.
"After that they all decided to return to camp. After much discussion the loggers agreed to take turns standing guard day and night until the ape was captured or shot. Two men would patrol the campsite on two-hour watches while the rest worked or slept. Since women present knew how to handle a gun, their assistance during the daylight hours was welcomed. The older boys and girls offered to gather firewood so that large fires could be kept blazing all night. "Nothing unusual happened during the day or the early night hours. But the two whose turn came about 2 A.M. asked the men they were to relieve to stand by. They wanted to slip into the woods and really search for the ape. "Reluctantly the one patrol agreed to stand by while their relief party set out on their ape hunt. The hunters carried a small lantern because without some light they could not follow any tracks. But they were careful to keep the light at ground level. Their rifles were loaded, and the safety catches thumbed back. Not long after, they came upon bits of charred cloth amidst a welter of huge footprints. This must be where their friend had thrown his torch at the monster.
d.
Mike said...
Part 4 Yes, there were his boot marks. After examining the area closely they found where the ape had turned deeper into the forest, instead of backtracking to the road. They followed gingerly step by step, over and around ferns, shrubs, outcroppings and rocks and massive tree trunks.
"What happened next could only be guessed. Apparently the apelike creature loomed before them. One man started shooting while the other put down the lantern and shot, too. "The patrol on guard at the campsite heard the volley of shots. They pounded each other happily. The hunters had killed the beast! But then they listened in mounting horror to frantic cries for help, which were drowned out by horrendous shrieks and roaring. The awful noises continued for some moments and then faded out. The silence was even more frightening to the guards.
They shouted for help and soon were surrounded by armed loggers and their wives. After a hasty explanation, all the men plunged into the woods, leaving the women to build up the fires and protect the children. The searchers shouted, swung lanterns and fired their guns so that their friends would know help was on the way. After advancing some distance they stopped briefly and called to the men. When neither responded, they fired shots. No answering shots were heard. Once more the party advanced. Before long they came upon a gruesome sight. Their friends were dead.
Judging from bloodstains, their bodies had been slammed against tree trunks and torn to pieces. A trail of blood-smeared footprints led off into the forest. The beast obviously had been wounded but no man present was willing to track it through the dark forest. Some did volunteer to gather up the remains of their unfortunate comrades while others returned to camp for blankets, and to break the sad news.
"Within twenty-four hours the campsite was deserted. The logging operation was moved to another location.
A professional hunter with trained hounds was hired to assist hunters in tracking down the savage beast. It was never found. PS. It was said the same type man-animals were living in the Upper Sixes River Area some 40 miles north of this incident in the same time period
"What happened next could only be guessed. Apparently the apelike creature loomed before them. One man started shooting while the other put down the lantern and shot, too. "The patrol on guard at the campsite heard the volley of shots. They pounded each other happily. The hunters had killed the beast! But then they listened in mounting horror to frantic cries for help, which were drowned out by horrendous shrieks and roaring. The awful noises continued for some moments and then faded out. The silence was even more frightening to the guards.
They shouted for help and soon were surrounded by armed loggers and their wives. After a hasty explanation, all the men plunged into the woods, leaving the women to build up the fires and protect the children. The searchers shouted, swung lanterns and fired their guns so that their friends would know help was on the way. After advancing some distance they stopped briefly and called to the men. When neither responded, they fired shots. No answering shots were heard. Once more the party advanced. Before long they came upon a gruesome sight. Their friends were dead.
Judging from bloodstains, their bodies had been slammed against tree trunks and torn to pieces. A trail of blood-smeared footprints led off into the forest. The beast obviously had been wounded but no man present was willing to track it through the dark forest. Some did volunteer to gather up the remains of their unfortunate comrades while others returned to camp for blankets, and to break the sad news.
"Within twenty-four hours the campsite was deserted. The logging operation was moved to another location.
A professional hunter with trained hounds was hired to assist hunters in tracking down the savage beast. It was never found. PS. It was said the same type man-animals were living in the Upper Sixes River Area some 40 miles north of this incident in the same time period
Wow what a terrible outcome to the loggers.
Allen said...
This is a good example what happens when people shot at a Sasquatch.
Monday, August 6, 2018
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| Hi everyone. I just wanted to share a surprise I got this weekend. One of my friends of almost 50 years let me know that he'd seen a bigfoot about thirty years ago. He told me when he found out I enjoyed the subject. You just never know. I guess we should 'talk bigfoot' a little more often. Have a happy day and comment please. |
Friday, August 3, 2018
A NOTE TO VIEWERS
HI, I just want to tell you to SCROLL down, down, down back to 2009 or 2008. I never can remember the earliest posts on this site. Anyway this site is one of the longest running Bigfoot sites, so enjoy.
I do appreciate comments as long as they are civil, etc.
I look forward to hearing what you have to say on the subject of bigfoot.
Best regards, Linda Newton-Perry
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Blackberries and Bigfoot
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| Bigfoot has been spotted often gathering blackberries. So if you are off the beaten path watch for him. |
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Sunday, July 29, 2018
NEW SIGHTING: Thank you Ben for the Sighting
#127 ARCHIVE SECTION
Though my only sighting of Bigfoot happened in 1959 it is still clear in my mind.In 59 I was age 27 and was employed by The Oregon State Highway Department. I was working with some other guys over near Remote on Oregon 42. In those year the little grocery store was open in Remote next to the highway. It was 9.am when I decided I had to answer a nature call down a old game trail that was next to the road. I got my business done and just happened to look off the side of the trail because of some noise.
There it was. Some kind of being I had never seen before. The being was looking at me over a sapling fir tree about 6 ft high.I had no idea what I was looking at was Bigfoot. This being towered over the tree by at least 4 feet and was enormous in build.It let out a deep growl and then a whoop. As it turned and began to leave, I noticed this beast was walking on two legs like humans do.The beast was covered with a short crop of black hair. Then It stopped and turned around to look at me again. When it did I took off up the trail like my backside was on fire.
I was so shook up over this creature I shook for over an hour. I never said a thing to the other guys because they would only have laughed. Days later a motorist stopped there too and reported to the police that he had found several fresh footprints of 19". I read about in the Myrtle Point Herald newspaper about 2 weeks later. I wish now I would of reported the sighting.
Saturday, July 28, 2018
DEAR READER/VIEWERS:
Comments lead to more comments. So if you want to continue to enjoy a lively place to 'talk bigfoot' then comment as often as you can and encourage others to do so as well. ... Linda Newton-Perry
Thursday, July 26, 2018
Explaining Below Post
BIGFOOT IS REAL BECAUSE: DR. MILLER and biologist Wentsworth examined these fuzzy beings before they were labeled BIGFOOT. And one wasn't dead! (Go to Archive Section on this site and read about it.)
The ESP Team observed early one morning a bigfoot and their trail cam took photos of it, 2010. Use search tool and type in ESP Team, Bill Emery, Cole Saxton or Hank Parchell, the late Parchell.
In 1962 a bigfoot was found under a fallen tree after the Columbus Day Storm of that year. And by the way Dr. Miller also examined this animal.
Enjoy and Comment. We enjoy hearing what you have to say about this interesting topic. ... LNP
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Tuesday, July 24, 2018
ATTENTION OREGON ROAD CLOSURE ANNOUNCEMENT
Roads to Coast from Galice,Bear Camp Road is closed. Graves Creek Access Road is closed. (Along Rogue River)
Thank you Barry for this timely
information. ... LNP
A FEW YEARS AGO ON THE ROGUE RIVER IN OREGON
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| HERE we are on the Rogue River. You can see the smoke in the air in the top photo; a fire was raging off in the distance. I would think bigfoots would know to get away from fires. Some, however, have been reported to have been killed in them. ... Linda Newton-Perry (What are your thoughts on this subject.) |
FIRES AND BIGFOOT NEW COMMENT
Oregon has a forest fire out of control near Galice. The Graves Creek Complex is burning in the Rogue Wilderness area. This is a prime area for Bigfoot. The fire was started by lighting and is spreading into the scenic Rogue River rafting areas.
Monday, July 23, 2018
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