About the Editors: Linda Newton-Perry and Christopher Perry

The Perrys have lived in Oregon since 1969 and consider it their home. They both had a hand in writing their Viking Age Novel, FORCED BLOOD THE NORSEMAN. They have been published in several magazines: OREGON, OREGON COAST, PROPELLER and more. For a short time they owned part interest in their local weekly newspaper. Linda Newton-Perry wrote for three newspapers a bigfoot column lasting three plus years. AND then this site has been published by the Perrys since 2009. Can't forget- the couple has also published several children's bigfoot books, one or two of interest to adults as well.





Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Little Footage from the Rogue River

Smoke is from Forest Fires

Another Video by the Perry's

Click link to take you to a Youtube video of our Bigfooting on the Rogue. Might have found a bigfoot track. What do you think? Take a look.


Saturday, July 27, 2013

Part of a Perfect Day on the Rogue River


To Perry's right above  and below is this view. The drop off is at least 200 feet. The smoke in the air is from local fires. We are in the area of the Almeda Mine on the Rogue River.

Click this link to take you to Almeda Mine Photos

The article below will explain why we find the Almeda Mine so interesting. 

Guest Editor-Blogger Dr. Issac S has this to say:

The Sasquatch legend is as old as the history of the Oregon territory itself. But as a few miners of Almeda mine near Galice, Oregon found out in 1922, the legend can turn out to be a nightmare. 

Early in the spring of 1922 the Almeda Mine was a constant source of ore for the hungry ING Mining Co. of Denver. They employed over 230 men to mine the ore. Some of these miners decided that maybe they could find their own ore deposits on down the river. One morning five of them set out to try their luck.

The miners headed into the vast forest of the Rouge River wilderness. After looking for two weeks some of them decided that prospecting wasn't for them. They left to return to Galice in hopes of getting their jobs back.

Somewhere along the trail back, something took place that most men can only imagine. One of the miners returned to Galice to tell of his friends being attacked by giant forest monsters. The miner insisted that three of his comrades had been killed by two giant ape-men looking creatures.

A search party was quickly dispatched to the area to stop the flood of wild tales that would certainly spread and make miners quit by the scores. After a week of travel the search party found two of the three missing men dead of an apparent savage attack on them from some unknown animals of the forest. The third man was nowhere to be found. Only part of his pants and hat were still present at the sight. The ground was moist and showed footprints of enormous sizes all around the men's bodies. 

After looking for the missing man the search party returned to Galice with the packs of the dead men. The foreman at the mine told the men to keep quiet about their find or lose their jobs. The searchers went back to work in the mine and nothing was ever said.

The man that returned with the story disappeared and thus the story was hushed until Zane Grey a resident of Galice wrote about it in a magazine.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Has a Ancient Sasquatch Body Been Found in Canada

Click link to watch video. Some think the corpse may be a sasquatch. The corpse is pictured on the video. The video is titled Bow Valley Flooding Exposes Carcass of a Sasquatch. Video is by Barbeeznet and is 3:48 minutes long. Enjoy and Comment. Let's make 'talking bigfoot' commonplace. 


Thursday, July 25, 2013

New Bigfoot Sighting

Mr. Glenn's answer to my question at the end of his post, below.

No she did not have her licence suspended. Her Insurance Co came and I gave my account of what I saw that morning. Her car was replaced by the Insurance Co. But what bothers me is someone destroyed evidence in a vehicle accident. I found out by a neighbor the BLM was at the site about 3 hrs after the crash. I can't prove it but believe they destroyed the footprints. I know in my heart she was telling the truth and the police believed her after seeing the footprints. The police must have notified the BLM about the prints.

I'm glad to hear she didn't have her license suspended. The state was supposed to have changed that policy. Thank you for the information. ... Linda Newton-Perry

#81 in the Archive Section

(Mr. Glenn see question at end of post, please.)

Guest Editor-Blogger:Mr. Glenn @@@@@

November 2nd 2012 started out to be a day like many others for me. I am a school teacher of 18 years for a local school district here in Oregon. On this morning I left for school at 6 am because I live out in the country several miles from town.

After about a half hour of travel I came upon a car flipped on its top with the headlights still shining. I quickly ran up to the car to see if anyone had been hurt. A lady and her son were in the car and I yelled at her to help me open the jammed door so I could help her and her son out of the car because I could smell gasoline in the air and was afraid the car would catch on fire.

I called 911 and told the dispatcher about the accident and location. The woman in the car was so afraid asking me over and over "if that thing was still on the road." I asked her "What thing are you talking about?" She said some kind of monster sized apelike creature was crossing the road when she over corrected trying not to hit it and hit the bank and turned over.

I assured her no monsters were around. After a few minutes with my help she and her son were safe outside the wreck. I took them to my car and let them sit in back while I waited for the police and a ambulance to arrive. The woman pointed towards the treeline and told me this apelike thing came onto the road from over there. 

When the police arrived I told him what the woman had told me. We walked over to the edge of the road and there they were. They were huge human like prints looking to be more than 15 inches long with five toes on each foot. The debth of them suggested something heavy had made them.

The police took pictures of the prints along with something he found a few feet away. He got a clear bag from his truck and scooped up what appeared to be feces from the ground. He asked me if I had seen the accident and I told him that I had come along just afterwards.

He asked me many questions about the state of the woman and boy in the car. By then the EMTs had taken her and the boy to the nearest hospital. I found out later that day both were not badly hurt. 

A day went by and on my way home from school I stopped at the site of the wreck. I wanted to get a better look at those tracks. They had been destroyed by someone with a shovel. Why would anyone want to destroy them? I have since became friends with the family and believe that bigfoot walked out in front of her car causing her to wreck. ________________

Thank you for the sighting. Did she have her license suspended until she could be examined by a doctor? ... Linda Newton-Perry

Enjoy Again This Great Song Click the Link

I love this video. A Song by Gary Hall (No relation to Gary below.) 


A Link to Youtube Video With Photos Sent in by Reader of Ballyhoo

Photo was taken from Google Earth and dallied with by beFunky

Click link to take you to Youtube to view a short video of a few photos that Gary emailed me. Gary spent time while visiting Oregon searching for bigfoot and its tracks. The photos were taken near Remote, Oregon. 


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Question for Debbie M from Reader

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Will Rick Dyer be Charged with a Crime for Killing...":

Hey Debbie. Thank you! What logic and clear guidance on this matter. Thank you for your knowledge.
Another question...
If there is a body, would they now need new permits from the State of Nevada to transport this body out of Las Vegas? Supposedly Rick states in his vid clip that his "feelings are hurt" because they are moving the body "far away" from Las Vegas.
How can we find out if permits have been requested and granted? Or is this just an hoax??

Will Rick Dyer be Charged with a Crime for Killing a Bigfoot?

First Comment by Debbie M  on your post "Another Member of Dyer's Team Views the Dead Bigfo...": 
(This readers is the lawyer that was helping us open the Columbus Day Storm File)

Hello Linda. It certainly been a while since I've viewed your website. Been busy as a bee. This Dyer thing seems all wrong to me. In the first place even though bigfoot has never been designated as a real life animal the laws pertaining to the killing of it are clear. If Dyer did kill one he will certainly be subject to criminal charges because bigfoot would not be classified as a game animal. 

Killing a primate without proper veterinarian supervision is a federal crime. Bigfoot would fall under this category. Also he claims to have killed it in Texas. Transporting a dead or a live primate needs special permits and according to the state wildlife division in Texas no permit was ever issued to Dyer or anyone else during the past 5 years.

If in fact he did transport a dead bigfoot over state lines then he's open to more charges with very stiff sentencing guidelines. So if and I mean if he did he can look forward to charges being filed and then court. This would make me believe the story is just a story. If he had killed one he should have obtained legal council before he did it to make sure he was legally in his rights. No first year law student would tell him to go ahead and do it. It makes no sense because he would have to forfeit any money he received from the body.


Second Comment by Debbie M

Nevada is reporting NO permits or knowledge of any deceased primate in that state. Source: Nevada State Wildlife. The State would need to have a veterinarian do blood work to obtain a health advisory for it. A deceased body quickly deteriorates without proper embalming. Freezing alone is not sufficient. I'm 100% sure this is just a scheme to get people to join his club. I can't believe he could remove such a large body from Texas or any place else without the knowledge of the state.

You remember what a long nonproductive outcome on the 1962 animal we had in trying to view old files. No state is going to let someone just walk out with a dead Sasquatch. It would be the start of a fury of people wanting to kill one for trophies and every other reason in the book.

This person is not in possession of any body. The federal wildlife officials would have been there pronto.


Again, thank you Debbie. ... Linda Newton-Perry

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Another Member of Dyer's Team Views the Dead Bigfoot

Enjoy this 11:45 minute Youtube video.  Well, folks I'm really leaning toward this story being true. ... Linda Newton-Perry


Monday, July 22, 2013

Bill Emery Answers Our Question

Dear Mr. Emery,
          We just got information that Big Clyde might have been killed. Would you know anything about this?  Any information would be helpful. You can read the post below to see where we got this anonymous information. 

Best regards,
Linda Newton-Perry 

Bill E has left a new comment on your post "Dear Mr. Bill Emery":

No bigfoot was killed on the Rogue. It was a bear and it had to be shot because of a medical problem.The bear had severe damage to the leg from a illegal trap. No reports of bigfoot in that area that I know of. Hope your having a nice summer. Best regards. Bill 

Thank you. ... Linda

Tom has left a new comment on your post ""We definitely knew about the bigfoots."":

Have you heard any news of the SRU LAKE bigfoot being killed by a government trapper last month because it was getting too close to people? I found out through a friend that was involved with some type of tracking. I was told it was shot up and killed in the Rogue Wilderness area above Agness near a place called Paradise Lodge. The day before the bigfoot was very near the lodge watching people on the the bank of the river. My source said the bigfoot had been very aggressive this year and approached a drift boat throwing huge rocks at the rafters. 


No I haven't heard. I would think Bill Emery would know. Can you comment Bill? ... Linda Newton-Perry

Sunday, July 21, 2013

This May be a Real Bigfoot

Click link to take you to Youtube video "Guy Chases a Bigfoot in the Woods." It is 4:15 mins. and by Sasquatch Canada. The original video was by Legends Beware. 

"We definitely knew about the bigfoots."

Drawing by Linda Newton-Perry and dallied with by beFunky

My Name is KS
I wish to make my sighting part of your record of Sasquatch experiences.
Your site has given me courage. I am shy about sharing my experience. It is a relief to see more and more from USFS posting the truth.  I spent time as an archaeological assistant several semesters each year while in graduate and post-graduate school. We definitely knew about the bigfoots. We were given a reference card, which included the accepted scientific taxa accepted by the USFS. I kept it to this day-

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Primates
Family:  Omniambientiadae
Genus: Omniambientiachus
O. arktos
O. nerteros pacificus
O. somphos
O. americanus
O. texicanus
O. amazonia

I remember learning about Dr. Miller and the debates about classifying the animal, and the taxonomy keeps changing each decade or so. But his species classification has stayed the test of time.
Because the animal is a hodgepodge of various primate qualities from New World Monkeys, to prosimian, to Old World Monkeys, it was recently determined to create a single new family of Primate. This new family literally means all – in – one or all encompassing.
As an archaeological assistant for the United States Forest Service, we were assigned to very remote areas in the Pacific Northwest. Of course we knew we could encounter three different kinds of bigfoots- O. arktos, O. nerteros pacificus, and O. americanus. One early morning while at a study site in the gold hill area- I noticed a herd of running big-black-tail. The deer ran through an open grove. It seemed like out of no-where when a large bigfoot (O. nerteros pacificus) jumped from the tree line and landed on top of a large blacktail. It nearly straddled the deer and flung its huge muscular arm around the neck of the deer, pulling it to the ground. Once the deer was to the ground- the bigfoot clamped its huge jaws onto the neck of the deer and shook it violently. I was terrified- especially when it looked up at me and starred momentarily. Then it grabbed the deer by its neck and dragged it off.
Anytime I tell the story- I am ridiculed. I hope more forest service or fish and wildlife employees start speaking up.

Please only use my initials when posting online.

BTW [By The Way]
This is what the other side of the reference card says: (Note: O. n.p. is the reference to bigfoots. O. nerterus pacificus)____________
When encountering unexpected O. n.p. wildlife
While driving a vehicle:
Keep Headlights, taillights, mirrors, and all windows clean and clear
Slow down and try to avoid the animal.
Note: If encountering O. n.p., it is safer to hit the animal rather than to drive off the shoulder and risk a head-on collision.
O. n.p. that display dangerous characteristics should be destroyed
Private Livestock and O. n.p.
At times the O. n.p. may feed on private live stock on federal lands, notify your supervisor immediately and maintain confidentiality.
Exercise extreme caution in the presence of O. n.p.
Keep alert for O. n.p. at all times

WO Amendment 6709.11-99-1 Page 10-18

Updated: 1999

Thank you for this informative comment. ... Linda Newton-Perry

Enjoy Again This Great Video

Photo by Christopher Perry and dallied with by befunky

Joyce Kilmer Forest by loopy333 and 3:52 minutes long.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Forest Service Timber Inspector Talks Bigfoot

BP has left a new comment on your post "[Retired] Forest Service Timber Inspector Talks Bigfoot":

The USFS, BLM and other agencies have known about bigfoot for many years. What it comes down to is politics and the almighty dollar. Actually the USFS was planning to announce that bigfoot had been proven to exist weeks before the Northern Spotted Owl was listed.

The monetary loss of the owl scared many in DC that listing a new primate would collapse the entire lumber industry in North America. Since it is believed that bigfoot populations are very small and in sparsely populated areas the government decided it would be in the interest of our natural resources to remain silent on the bigfoot. A direct order was given by top officials with department of agriculture to not collect anymore data on Sasquatch,Bigfoot,Cebidatelidae Nerteros Pacificus .

 I had thought when Obama was first elected that a better chance would come for listing but it turned out not to be the case. Several senators and a number of congress still believe that the economy will suffer severe collapse from a listing. What my concern is that people are treated like they suffer from mental or physical illness when they come forward with a report. Until the day comes when money isn't the lifeline of America the bigfoot will remain unlisted. It really doesn't matter to elected politicians how many people suffer when they report bigfoot.

Law enforcement only goes by whats directed in these cases. Each state varies on what can happen from charges to nothing. Oregon had a policy of using driving privileges as a weapon against people who reported but has quit that practice because of a lawsuit the state lost last year. So each state decides what if any recourse they have.

Guest Editor-Blogger: BP (First Comment with reply to LNP's question above)

Over the years in my career as a USFS timber inspector, I received reports of the Sasquatch. The one that stands out to me is the Butler Mountain report. A company was contracted by USFS to replace culverts on the 2705 between Elk River and Sixes River.

On a early morning visit to the site, I found the contractor inside his pickup where he had apparently spent the night broke down. The man was visibly shaken and told me a small group of apelike humans had surrounded his pickup in the night and violently shook the truck and peered inside on several occasions.

The mental state of the man convinced me he was telling me the truth. We caste 14 visible footprints of unusual size around the truck. He took a polygraph for his own protection to help prove his claim and passed it. The prints were sent to Oregon State forensic lab and came back as genuine with dermal ridges which was never identified as any known wildlife. Sizes were 14,17 ,18 inches long and of unusual weight.

I believed his story and find no reason to say anything but the facts. We had had a total of five reports from the Butler Bar Campground between a two year period.


Thank you for the great comments. Tell us, please, what you think of the slowness in information about this animal becoming public. ... Linda Newton-Perry

Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Bigfoot Sighting and Encounter!

Number 79 in Archive Section

Stories about Bigfoot- A Horror Sighting and encounter: A story told to me [John Sweet] to share publicly. More stories need to get out there. There is more about this animal people are not talking about. This one has never been shared before and it is very frightening.
 At age 26, I spent time on a family trip to Medford Oregon. It was a sultry and humid summer and we were struggling as a family at the time. We decided to leave our small town in Utah to visit my uncle and aunt, who retired in Medford.
I was a young and healthy man at the time- with no commitment- no wife or children. I had a lot on my mind at that time. I was a long – distance runner and decided to take a run and take some alone time. I was not really sure which direction I would take- but I had a small fanny pack with a bit of food and water. I also had a camel pack - because I planned to spend the day out and about.

I started out on Summit Avenue and eventually ended up on Taylor Road. I was still in town but I wanted to try to get up in the mountains. So I kept going for about a mile to Old Stage Road. I don’t remember the small lane – but it started with a "p" and I followed it straight up into the Gold Hill area. Seems irresponsible- I know, but like I said- I had a lot on my mind and the beauty of that area captivated me.

 At the end of the small lane- I found myself close to the top of a ridge. I started my run about 6 am and it was close to noon. I sat and had a snack and water. The air was tantalizing and the smell of the forest was intoxicating. I wanted to get to the top of the ridge and find the best view I could. I very much didn’t think it would take long.

I started hiking, off-trail, right up toward the summit through some thick forest.  The hike was extreme and I barely made it to what I thought was the ridge. But when I arrived- I saw another ridge with what seemed to be a road. Curiosity killed the cat and got the best of me- so I trekked off to the distant road. I reached a dirt road at the top of the ridge where I had an awesome view of the Rogue River. I could also see an open area of dirt and salty looking material where some strip mining of some kind was happening. So- against better judgment- I thought I was very close to civilization and thought I would follow this dirt road back down the mountain.

Well- it didn’t go down the mountain – it just continued along the ridge line. Hours had passed and I was out of food. I had water and a camel pack. But was almost out. So- I turned around in an attempt to retrace my steps. BIG mistake. I thought I retraced my steps back to the ravine I thought I climbed up. I started to descend and fell down a short cliff and hit my head- which knocked me out cold.

When I awoke- the sun had started to set. I was still on the steep hill-side, but a large tree had stopped me from continuing to fall. I wrestled to get my bearings straight. The sunset was amazing. Deep purples blended into an increasing blackened sky. I felt overwhelmed by a rotten smell of some kind. It reminded me of really bad milk someone had left in the fridge for WAY too long.

I tried to get up to my feet and get stable so I could figure out where I was. I had a lot of blood dripping down my face. So I wiped my eyes with my hand and when I opened my eyes- I saw a massive animal with its arms and legs wrapped around a large tree like a gorilla. But its feet were not wrapped all the way around the tree- it was using the insides of its feet to hold itself on the tree- kind of like natives do when climbing up coconut trees. And the feet were very large and human looking.

 I was only about 25 feet away from me. It just stared at me and didn’t move a muscle. A cold and dark fear came over me that I will not forget to this day. The hair was beautiful and full- all around the body, head fingers and on top of the feet. The sunset was lighting up the furry hair to a brilliant red color. The skin around his eyes, nose and mouth was hairless and dark grey. His finger nails were a similar dark gray, which really made them stand out and for some reason made his hands very frightening to me. Maybe because they were so massive and human looking. I could clearly see his eyes because he stared so intently at me – as though he wanted to kill me. They were dark brown and the pupils were very dilated and jet black.

I couldn’t really see whites of his eyes- just dark brown. His nostrils flared as he breathed and they seemed like dark caverns. His mouth was strangely broad with an even broader lower jaw. There really was no neck and he held his head low. It was getting darker and I wanted to get out of there. So I began to slowly move my way up the mountain- and he just kept his eyes fixed right on me. The feeling was horrific. The fear I cannot describe. I continued and he stayed perfectly petrified – no movement except for his deadly eyes.

I got anxious and began moving more quickly. I kept my body and face toward him which caused me to begin moving up the hill backwards, resulting in my tripping over a log in a sudden jerking movement. At that moment, he leapt from the tree at a speed toward me I can't describe. His decisive leap was extremely accurate because he landed nearly on top of me. Mind you- that would have been a 25 foot span to cover through the air- at least.

When he landed, he was straddling me with his one foot at the left of my legs and his one foot on the right. He squatted over me with his hands on his knees. At that moment I decided my life was over. With his massive hand, he reached down toward my waist, wrapped his banana like fingers around my fanny pack- and ripped it apart. He seemed to be looking for food of some kind. He did the same thing with my camel pack. Smelling the items and tasting them with his huge tongue.

I stayed as quiet as I possibly could during this ordeal. He continued to hover over me, breathing deeply through his massive nostrils. His chest was huge and made me feel like he could crush me instantly. He started smelling one side of my body- my left arm and left leg. Then moved to my right leg and when he got to my right arm- he took a bite with no hesitation. The bite was crushing and excruciatingly painful. His entire mouth fit around my forearm and I could hear my bones crushing.

 He instantly stood up and I could see my lower arm and hand in his mouth and it took me time to realize he severed my arm in one quick bite. At once he jumped toward another large tree and grabbed it with his massive arms and stood on the sides of the tree using the insides of his feet. It was horrifying. He looked back at me with my lower arm still in his mouth- and then jumped to the forest floor. I could hear him running through the trees. I stayed quiet and still, holding my arm in writhing pain, until I could no longer hear the animal running away.

And I DO call this beast and animal. He may have human features- but so do a lot of other primates, but that don't make 'em human. Human's don't eat other humans- period! I get very tired of hearing people talk about these animals like they are "wildmen" - not so. They are simply wild animals that eat big mammals and when hungry enough- that includes us.
I got up and, by this time it was dark, started hiking as best I could up to the road. I attempted to walk along the road. I walked until it was very late and I began to feel too weak. I was shocked and amazed when I saw headlights. A USFS jeep was inspecting the area and found me- nearly passed out alongside the road.

I came to find out later he was searching for a Sasquatch- but he didn’t call it a Sasquatch. He called it something that sounded like “Neferious” or “Neterious”. I don’t remember. He sad something about their "habitat" and how a few were losing their land and food source- resulting in them searching for food closer to human settled areas. I guess I was the first big "food" source this animal had come across in a while. What I don't understand is why he didn't eat me entirely- he was big enough to have done so.

He had to have been 10 feet tall. I was taken to a hospital and, of course, my story was not believed. It was decided by my doctors that a cougar had attacked me- though no claw marks anywhere on my body- just a missing arm.
I must admit, the story is difficult to believe but if it is true, I hope that this person will be willing to talk about it openly once bigfoot is stamped real. ... Linda Newton-Perry

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Youtube Video To Enjoy

Click link to take you to the video Bigfoot Terrifies Mining Camp. The video is 9:11 and is by D.L. Soucy
The video information is taken from a 1922 newspaper article. Enjoy and do comment.


Monday, July 15, 2013

Rick Dyer Interview

Rick Dyer Bigfoot Interview with ////// It is 41:25 minutes. The person interviewing Dyer is a TV News Woman. Enjoy and do comment.  


Comment Please Let's Talk Bigfoot

When it reads No Comments below, it means there has been no comments YET. So you can be the first!

Guest Editor-Blogger

Kevin S has left a new comment on your post "Help Find A Photo of the 1962 Columbus Day Storm ...":

Mrs Perry,
After extensive research based on some of the posts by your fans and the large document given to you by a Dr. Miller, I have come to some conclusions that you are free to explore with your blogger and you tube fans.
My uncle, since passed of cancer, lived with his wife in Medford. He had many stories to tell of the Pacific Northwest beast called sasquatch or bigfoot. He certainly recalled the pictures of the beast and the news reports. Based on his information, the information from Dr. Miller, and continued research by your various fans, I believe I have located the area where the 1962 beast was killed by a lightning strike.

It is pretty clear now that evidence has showed itself that the beast was clinging high up on a fir tree near the canopy when lightening hit the tree and the animal. The tree then fell on top of the animal, which was later recovered by the forest service. Because of the needs to maintain secrecy about this animal- the forest service made up a very silly story about an escaped gorilla.
Anyhow, the location of this 1962 killing occurred deep in the forest on a small unmarked National Forest Development Road. ... 

I didn't put the directions. I'm sorry it is difficult to trust anyone these days. I wouldn't want anyone to run into trouble searching for the spot the animal died just because the directions appeared on this site. Thanks for your comment.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Bigfoot Art

Why Not Bigfoot?

Photo from PhotoXpress

If these beautiful animals exist, why not bigfoots?

Another Kid Sighting from the Past

Photo from Youtube Video and dallied with by BeFunky
Click link to take you to a Youtube video:  "Interview Story of a bf Ohio." The video is 7:33 minutes and it is by bluetracker122. A man tells of the sightings he had while a kid (all one summer (every summer?)) of a bigfoot. Enjoy and please do comment. 

Friday, July 12, 2013

A Young Oregon Boy's Bigfoot Sighting

Original photo by photoXpress

 This sighting took place thirty years ago. 

 Dennis’s Bigfoot Sighting. 

Six-year-old Dennis was riding his bike as fast as he could to get to his friend’s house on an early Saturday morning. In Dennis’s family Saturday was the only day the kids got to play. They lived on a farm and school and chores took up the rest of the week. So he was peddling as fast as his legs would go to get in all the play that he could on this sunny spring day.

The road had now turned to gravel. When he caught sight of the reddish-brown, seven-foot animal, it was leaning against a tree. It appeared as if it were waiting for him (maybe it heard him coming). Dennis just kept going as he was in the middle of a sharp curve in the road. Even then he was sure what he saw was a bigfoot. Over the years he has mentioned the sighting to very few people. But he remembers exactly where he saw the bigfoot. He knows exactly what tree it was leaning against. It’s a stump now.

Where he saw the animal:
Take the second I-5 exit after the Rice Hill Truck Stop. Stop at the stop sign, turn right and go until the pavement turns to gravel. I understood Dennis to say it was the second exit after the Truck Stop Exit, but it is the one where the school is. This may be the second or another one. But it is the exit where the school is. If you go to where the pavement turns to gravel you will be near to where Dennis had his sighting. (While Dennis believes he can locate the exact spot the animal was, I finally just gave up trying to get the instructions. But I believe him when he says he can easily, even now, find the sighting spot.)

What is interesting to me is that Dennis’ animal is not far from where a long line of bigfoot tracks was found, tracks that have been named The London Tracks. These were found just south of Cottage Grove, Oregon, in 2012 or 2013.

This sighting is number 78 in the Bigfoot Ballyhoo Archive Section.

Guest Editor-Blogger

 Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Almeda Mine and Bigfoot": 

Has anyone heard of the The Missing Men of Almeda. It was written in a paperback version by Stanley Lewison in 1931. Lewison was listed as a drift boss at the mine in 1922 to 26 ? It tells of the men killed in the 1920s by huge monster sized apes. Zane Grey was credited with the story but I cant find any copies of the paperback. The library says because it was printed during the great depression and never sold very many copies it was never reprinted. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Kathy Bigfoot

This is Kathy Bigfoot. There is much about her on this site. Use the search tool and type Kathy Bigfoot.  Children will enjoy  the subject. Thanks Linda Newton-Perry

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Limping Bigfoot Seen Again or Another Animal

Anonymous S.D. said...
That could explain why the Oregon State Police was looking along the river on 38. Yesterday at 1:30 pm we noticed two patrol cars and one game officer looking down at the river with field glasses. They were at the junction of Paradise Creek road on 38.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Almeda Mine and Bigfoot

Clinck link to take you to some beautiful photos of the are in the article below. 


Guest Editor-Blogger Dr. Issac S has this to say:

The Sasquatch legend is as old as the history of the Oregon territory itself. But as a few miners of Almeda mine near Galice, Oregon found out in 1922, the legend can turn out to be a nightmare. 

Early in the spring of 1922 the Almeda Mine was a constant source of ore for the hungry ING Mining Co. of Denver. They employed over 230 men to mine the ore. Some of these miners decided that maybe they could find their own ore deposits on down the river. One morning five of them set out to try their luck.

The miners headed into the vast forest of the Rouge River wilderness. After looking for two weeks some of them decided that prospecting wasn't for them. They left to return to Galice in hopes of getting their jobs back.

Somewhere along the trail back, something took place that most men can only imagine. One of the miners returned to Galice to tell of his friends being attacked by giant forest monsters. The miner insisted that three of his comrades had been killed by two giant ape-men looking creatures.

A search party was quickly dispatched to the area to stop the flood of wild tales that would certainly spread and make miners quit by the scores. After a week of travel the search party found two of the three missing men dead of an apparent savage attack on them from some unknown animals of the forest. The third man was nowhere to be found. Only part of his pants and hat were still present at the sight. The ground was moist and showed footprints of enormous sizes all around the men's bodies. 

After looking for the missing man the search party returned to Galice with the packs of the dead men. The foreman at the mine told the men to keep quiet about their find or lose their jobs. The searchers went back to work in the mine and nothing was ever said.

The man that returned with the story disappeared and thus the story was hushed until Zane Grey a resident of Galice wrote about it in a magazine.

(Oregon Trail Magazine, 1925)

Just for Fun

This little guy seems happy to get a soft drink.  Ah, the kindness of strangers. Thank you  Gary from Oklahoma.

Debbie The Lawyer Working to Open the DOI File

Below is the last comment we had from Debbie the lawyer that was working to open the files on the Columbus Day Storm Dead Animal (bigfoot). 
If you are reading this, thank you Debbie for all your hard work. 

Debbie M said...
Hello Linda, as far as I know the files that pertained to the 10/12/62 body have been removed from the DOI now DOA. 
It is interesting to me that these documents are not public information. Though there may be some reference in the reports about the animal in question it seems strange as to why the Department of Interior has classified them as closed. Much time has passed since the unusual find has far surpassed any chances of any personal actions either criminal or civil against any persons from that initial time frame.

 I'm really at a loss to try to explain what could be in that report and autopsy finding could warrant the action they initiated. What the numbers mean is:4377 is the written report along with 4377-A (autopsy report) included. I find no reference to them on the DOA physical items list. Best wishes to all and happy holidays.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Story, Fiction, Based on a Claimed Happening, Names Changed

An older farm couple is being regularly visited by bigfoots, stealing meat from an unlocked freezer on the property. They do not want to help with the discovery of the animal; they just want them to quit coming around. And they do not want a lot of strangers hanging around their property studying the animals.  Is it even possible without outside help? Their visiting son comes up with an idea. Will it work?

“Myron, wake up. Myron!” Ruth shook her husband’s arm. He lay asleep next to her in their bed on the screened-in sleeping porch. “Wake up!” She again said, but shouting now. Their grown son, visiting from California, stood now in the doorway.
      “What is it Mom?” He raked his fingers through his curly hair, smoothing it down on top. “It’s three in the morning. What’s the racket about?”
     “Jimmy, hear that? Listen.” She was on her feet now, tying the belt of  her terrycloth robe tight around her thin waist. “It’s coming from the shed.”
     “What’s coming?” Jim Nolan Wright yanked aside the filmy white curtain and concentrated on the shed. His mother kept talking until Jim held his hand up meaning for her to stop.
     “What’s going on?” Myron Wright finally woke. “Ruthie baby what’s going on?”  He rolled over to see the two better..
     “Good, you’re awake. It’s them animals again.”
     “ Son, behind the door there’s the shotgun. Shoot at ‘em and they’ll leave.”
     “Shoot at ‘em? What are they?”
     “They call ‘em bigfoots.” Myron swung his feet to the wood floor. “Ruthie hand me my robe. Will ya?”
     “They’re coming this way, Jimmy, Myron!”
     “Stay back Mom. I got ‘em. I see ‘em.”
     “Do it son, before they get here!”
     At the open door, Jim pulled the trigger. The dark shapes disappeared into the black shadows, away from the circle of light cast from the barnyard lamp high on a pole.
The next morning the Wright’s slept late. Jim had just arrived the day before, from California and was tired from the hectic flight and many delays. And his   parents were tired from the long drive to pick him up at the Tulsa Airport. When Jim did rouse himself he smelled baking biscuits. He smiled. It quickly turned to a frown when he remembered last night’s goings on.  He stood now at the second story, guest bedroom window. Jim watched as his dad worked with the broken lock on the freezer in the shed. Myron saw his son at the window and gestured for him to come down.
     “These things ever come around during the day?”
     “Maybe once or twice. They got all the meat this time.”
     “Why don’t you shoot ‘em with the rifle?”
     “Guess I’m going have to.” They walked back to the house in silence.

     Melting butter from the hot biscuit dripped from Jim’s fingers and wrist bone. He hadn’t had anything as good in ages. His mom wasn’t a fancy cook, but she was a good one. She passed the platter of fried eggs and potatoes. He was thinking he’d gain at least ten pounds on this visit.
     “So have you guys called the sheriff about them?”
     Both his mom and dad sighed at the same time. “Yeah, once,” his dad said. “It was so embarrassing we’ll not do it again.”
     “Embarrassing?  How was that?” He held up a hand to his mom for her to stop pouring the thick jersey milk into his pint-sized plastic glass.
     “Didn’t pay no attention. Just laughed at the whole story, hinting at we’d been drinking too much.”
     “You’re kidding.”
     Jim sipped his coffee while his mother cleared the table. His dad had left for the bathroom to clean up for the day. “Mom, do these things scare you?”
     “Oh course, son. They throw rocks at the house and scream like crazy women. Just plain frightening.”
     “I think we should get one of the bigfoot associations out here. They’d be agreeable just to get a glimpse of one of these things. Maybe they’d know how to get rid of ‘em.”
     Jim’s mom eased herself down on a kitchen chair beside her son with her mug of coffee in one hand and the pot in the other. “Want a little more?”  In deep thought, he didn’t answer. She went ahead and poured him coffee.
     “Jimmy, your dad and I have talked a lot about this. We don’t want people out here on our property. We just want the animals gone. That’s all.”
     “I understand, Mom.” He rose and stood watching the line of oak trees where the bigfoots  enter the property. His thoughts ran to how many people would give an arm and leg to get a photo of these creatures. He didn’t say anything about that to his mother now busy washing the dishes.
     “Fried chicken for supper, Jimmy.” Jim smiled. He’d offered to take them into town for a meal but they both declined. They were set in their ways. Rarely did they go into the nearest small town that was seven miles away on deep-rutted dirt roads.

The next day, noon, Jim waited with his dad for the men of the Oklahoma Bigfoot Research Association to show. The group of men that were expected knew what the Wrights wanted and that was to get the animals to leave them alone. They didn’t want nor would they give them permission to set up a research tent and stay days on end. They just wanted the big animals to stop coming on the property. Jim told them to bring their rifles.
The scene was set. Fresh deer meat was freezing hard in the freezer in the shed. The Wrights raised vegetables in the garden that they knew deer enjoyed. They had plenty of deer to kill for their own use. But these bigfoots were a nuisance, coming and stealing the deer from the freezer and scaring Mrs. Wright. When they’d shoot at them, the things would throw rocks at the house. At least twice a section of   screen on the sleeping porch had to be replaced because of rock damage. A few times now the animals were seen in the daytime, along the tree line. “They’re getting bolder, son,” Mrs. Wright repeated this several times to Jim. “They’re getting bolder!”

     Five men finally arrived at a quarter after six pm. They claimed they’d had a hard time locating the small Wright property. It was probably true. The name on their mailbox was faded and several boxes stood at the end of the long lane, a narrow lane that branched off to at least five other small farms on its way to the Wright’s.
     The plan was to hunker down and wait for the animals to come and take the meat in the freezer. Three of the men were talkative, two were not. The three friendly ones tried constantly to convince Myron Wright to let the group put up a tent behind the barn where they could study the animals. They’d get some great film. Myron Wright would be famous.  “And besides,” one of them had said, “if they come as often as you say, we’d be gone ‘for you know it.”
     Tight-lipped Myron Wright reminded the gang of three of the terms they agreed to before they set foot on his property.  He frowned at his wife and added that he’d feel better if they’d just stick to that agreement and quit talking about what they wanted.
     It was well after midnight now. The Wrights, father and son, told them the bigfoots could be showing up any time now until it started getting light─if they were going to show.  Myron Wright was prepared with his spotlight. Jim held the shotgun.
     Each man tensed when noise came from the oaks trees. Not one of the men missed the limbs snapping and the muffled snuffling noises. No moon tonight. Myron Wright’s finger itched to turn on the spotlight. Finally he snapped it on. There stood three of the big animals, one stood eight feet high or more. The freezer lid was open. The bigfoots screamed, huffed and ran in long strides back into the woods. One, the smallest, dropped and ran on all fours. It easily kept up with the upright ones. All seven men took cover behind the ancient, black-stained barn, just twenty feet short of the now quiet woods.
     Jim inhaled deeply, taking in the rotting manure and hay odors from the barn. He loved the smell of old barns. It took him back to times as a child when he climbed all over the hay in the loft, often looking for newborn kittens. He dashed away the tears blurring his vision. Good times, but he was sure he’d remember this trip and its odd turn with the bigfoots.
     A shout came from one of the association’s men. A heavy tree limb glanced off his right shoulder. “Hit me with a limb, @%&*, @%&*! I think it’s broke! @%&*!
     “Go on back to the house,” Myron Wright ordered. “Ruth will tend to it.”
     “Six of us now. I wonder how many of those things are out there?” blurted Jim.
     “Hard telling.” Greg, the main man of the association bunch said. A rock the size of a basketball hit the side of the barn, startling the six into nervous laughter.
     “Let’s cut the clatter and spread out. They know where we’re at,” again from Greg. Before anyone knew what was happening Myron Wright stepped out in the open and pointed his spotlight. One animal stood eight to ten feet directly in front of him. Jim pulled the trigger on the shotgun and before the animal could run a rifle blasted, then another. The massive bigfoot’s knees buckled. He went down, fighting to keep to his feet the whole time. Finally, he lay still. Screams came from the woods and from the shed with the deer meat.
     “Got a shoot ‘em. Shoot ‘em ‘fore they attack!” Jim kept shouting. He snatched the spotlight from his dad pushing the shotgun into his hands. “I’ll man this, Dad!”
     For just a fleeting second, Jim thought of the dead bigfoot and what that would mean for the discovery of the animal. No time to dwell on the prize. The yard was noisy with the yelps and screams of the distressed bigfoots. The smell was overpowering: rotting flesh, skunk, manure, plain filth!
     “On the roof! One’s on the roof! Shoot him!” Jim Wright yelled. He pointed the spotlight at the chest pounding bigfoot. It looked as if it were positioning to jump down on the men. Three rifles blasted, but missed the moving target. He’d dropped to hands and knees and slid down the back side of the barn roof.
     “Keep shooting at ‘em! They’re everywhere!” Finally it was quiet. Two patrol cars braked to a stop in the circle drive in front of the white farm house. Ruth Wright ran out to meet them so they wouldn’t run behind the house with guns drawn. Everyone formed a circle around the four police officers, explaining what had been going on. When everyone had had their say, they all soberly walked to the back of the house with the idea of showing the officers the dead animal. It was gone.
     One could have a good laugh about the whole thing if it were not so serious. The Wrights, for a long time, worried that the animals would come back. They never did. The papers ran the story. Because a bigfoot was claimed to have been killed, the bigfoot association took cruel criticism, lost many members and almost lapsed into inactivity.

Jim Wright returned to California. He was correct. He never forgot the night the bigfoots came to visit.