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Sunday, January 17, 2016

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Ben

Linda Perry, My dad's name was Frank Wilson. He was born at home in a small cabin in Josephine County in 1921. His older brother Henry and he hunted the area between Galice and Agness for 50 years or better. In 1943 they were hunting up in the headwaters of Galice Creek and had a nasty run-in with a bigfoot. Dad never forgot his only encounter with bigfoot up to his death in 1961. They had shot a buck earlier in the morning and hung it up to cool on a tree limb. He first became aware of something off in the brush watching them when he was making supper ready. Both Dad and Henry said they felt that something was stalking them the day before just out of sight but close enough for them to hear growls and brush being whipped around.

They had never caught sight of the animal that was following them but knew it wasn't a quote "normal animal" that they had run across before. Anyway later that night about dusk the sounds became down right scary. Dad said the unknown stalker howled very loud screams that became nerve shattering. Both of them were really concerned whatever this thing was it was getting more aggressive with tree 
limbs and brush.

They had enough and decided to move the camp about a mile down the creek. When they packed up they had to leave the deer till one or both of them could come back and get it. Dad made the hike back to the old camp and found the deer pulled down off the tree and absolutely mangled. Dad said both back quarters had been literally ripped of the deer. It was then Dad did a really stupid thing according to him. He decided he would look for the remains and find out what took it. As he followed a game trail up the mountain he caught sight of an enormous size animal that looked like a big ape squatting down and tearing meat off a hind quarter of his deer.

Dad said he had never in his life seen such a creature. It was very husky and covered with hair and had hands and feet like a human but still no part human. As soon at it seen him it stood up and let out a horrific scream. Dad turned and ran as fast as he could towards the old camp. He was sure this was it and the creature would certainly kill him. All that Dad remembered next was apparently being grabbed and thrown into a big fir. Dad hit the tree with such force he felt his ribs and left arm break. He knew he was done for. As he looked up he saw the giant creature looking at him from just twenty feet away. He watched the hairy beast as it looked at him with dead dark eyes. Thank god Uncle Henry yelled out for dad. When he did the sasquatch turned and disappeared into the trees. Dad told me he knew the sasquatch was going to finish him off right before Uncle Henry's yell. Of course Dad was scared and may have thought the worst. Neither he nor Henry ever saw the strange hair covered creature again. 

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