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All Right, ladies and gentlemen, let's get on tonight's show.
Tonight we're gonna discuss the Bigfoot, the Sasquatch, the grassman,
the skunkype, the yarn, the yawee, the wood bogger. This
is there's so many names all across the world that
describe these incredible beings. And I know that what that
says to me is that this is an incredibly intelligent
and adaptable creature that can survive pretty much anywhere on
the face of the earth. There doesn't seem to be
too many ranges that they aren't encountered in With the
United States alone, the only state that has no claims
to my knowledge of Bigfoot activity is Hawaii, which stands
to reason. Being such an isolated island out there, I
suppose that would be pretty hard for them to get to.
But they seem to be everywhere else, from Alaska to
the Lower forty eight and all, you know, all over
the place. So I thought tonight we would take some
time and just read different accounts from across our nation
here in the US, and I think that not only
does it show the proliferation of these beings around our nation,
but it also shows their abilities to survive. And I
think that that's nothing short of amazing. So let's get started,
and why not just start in Alaska. Here's Alaska this
report comes from. It was published in the Tundra Drums
in Bethel, Alaska, in February nineteen ninety three. It's actually
a newspaper report, and so it says Harryman tells Hunter
to leave us alone. Kodiak resident Dan Jacqueline is sure
he's had several encounters with what some Alaska natives called
the harry Man, the creature known in the Pacific Northwest
as Bigfoot. He's also sure the creatures have given him
a distinct message, leave us alone. Jaclin's fascination with the
creatures goes back to a cold morning in nineteen seventy
nine in the remote at Ettellan Islands near Wrangell. He
and his hunting partner were hoping to harvest some of
the deer they knew inhabited in alpine meadow at the
head of a fjord. Jaclin wrote the following about his
experience the deer we were hunting. We're at an elevation
of about seven hundred feet. We arrived in an inlet
just before dark in the late fall. My partner did
not trust the anchorage or the weather, so we opted
to stay in the boat while I climbed up to
where we knew the deer to be spending the night.
I found a bench and folded myself up into a
large piece of visquin in my sleeping bag on a
small outcropping about eight feet above a well worn trail.
My friend was to meet me at the spot before
dawn the next morning, and we knew we would bag
some deer easily in the nearby meadow just after it
got light enough to shoot. I've seen deer here several times,
but had never taken advantage of the We had seen
deer here several times, but we'd never taken advantage of
the fact. Just before I went to sleep, I remember
seeing the mast light on the boat in the inlet,
imagining the boom hung with our limit of deer. I
was awakened before dawn around one o'clock in my sleeping
bag was jerked out from under me instantly, like a
magician does with the tablecloth and the glass. I awoke
the moment it happened, and curled up into a fetal position,
freezing my fanny. I lay there for a few seconds,
trying to figure out what had happened. I figured something.
I figured something. It either happened to the boat or
my pal had just somehow spotted a trough of fat deer.
I sat up and pulled on my boots, looking for
my mate to explain what was going on. I was
still not fully awake. For fear of securing the deer
or scaring the deer, I refrained from calling out to
my friend. It had snow at almost an inch since
I went to sleep, and peering over the ledge, I
could see people tracks in the snow leading up the
hill towards the meadow. I grabbed my rifle and slugged
down the trail, peering on the ground in the dark,
wondering how and why my somewhat elderly companion had chosen
that unusual method of rousing me from the sack. I
was stepping in the footprints of the snow, and they
were dark and easy to see, and it was starting
to think my partner had not been the one to
zip my bag out from under me. Then realization struck me,
and I was gripped with fear. The tracks I was
so carefully stepping in were not human. They were the
imprints of bare feet, but almost twice the size of
my own tent sized ten boots. This is not real,
I thought. I couldn't hear anything except the snowflakes falling
gently to the ground, and every here on my body
was erect sensing the air for the obvious logical solution,
I cannot shoot anything, I told myself. This is a
very carefully planned prank, and all I need is to
lose my control and end up hurting someone. I double
checked the safety on the rifle and determined that this
joke was going to be on them. Cool as a cucumber,
I walked up another few steps up the hill where
I would be able to see the crest and the
rise I was on. There was a large hemlock tree,
and I decided to climb and weigh out the pranksters
who were trying to scare me out of my wits.
Checking the sky, I noticed that within a few minutes
the clouds would reveal the full moon, provide me with
enough light to see what was going on. I took
a few more steps, marveling at the perfection that these
guys had achieved with the footprints, and then I knew
it was no joke. I felt an unmistakable sense of warning,
as clearly as if someone had spoken. I stopped and
looked up fifteen feet away, one hand on his hip,
the other gripping a branch of the hemlock that was
just above my head. Was the biggest, hairiest guy on
two legs I ever want to see. Without thinking, I
started to thumb the safety off. He turned his head
to stare at me straight in the eyes. His teeth
were showing. But it was not a snarl or a grin,
I wanted to say, it was a knowing smile. I
knew I could place a killing shot, but I also
knew it would be wrong, even criminal. He was saying
to me, with all the power of the spirit, leave
me alone. One instant he was there, and the next
he turned and fled silently into the woods. At first
I thought it was just a dream. But then I
could feel that spirit, like a mist on the forest,
wanting to be left alone. Jaclin said. He recalled little
as he ran and tumbled down the hill to the beach,
hollering all the way. His partner, who was waiting on
the beach, insisted he made the trip down in half
the usual time. After daylight, the two retraced Jacklin's steps
up the hillside. The foo footprints he had followed earlier
measured seventeen inches long and five or six inches wide.
The impressions left in the mossy ground convinced them the
creature weighed six hundred to eight hundred pounds when they
measured from the ground to the hemlock branch the creature
had grasped as he turned they found the distance was
nine and a half feet. My messenger was seven and
a half to eight feet tall. Jack Colin said. He
said the creature looked very much like the one portrayed
in the movie Harry and the Hendersons. This one was
equally as large, but more lean. He had long, silky
hair in his arms, and it was a good six
inches long. And he walked direct. He was quiet and
made no sound. He was graceful. His movements were graceful.
I couldn't see his face too well, but it seemed
like his skin was leathery. His eyes were dark. He
had a glint in his eye. He had intelligence. A
short time after that encounter, he said, the Wrangell Sentinel
carried a photograph taken of the from the of the
air car A short time later after that encounter, he said,
the Wrangell Sentinel carried a photograph taken from the air
of the track of a two legged creature in the
deep snow of the mountains. Jacalan, who is forty, was
raised on a homestead in the Talkitina Mountains and spent
his share of time in the Alaskan bush. He realizes
that telling his story will convince some people he is
more in the business of hot air than cold. But
as he says, I've spent enough time in the woods
to know the difference between when something is scaring me
and I'm scaring myself, there is no question in my
mind about what I saw. Twice more, during the five
years he trapped in the area, he became convinced the
creatures were nearby and letting him know he was not welcome.
A year and a half after the first incident, he
set forty to fifty traps in a new area rich
with mink sign only to come back the next day
to find the traps had all been sprung. Thinking his
adversary was maybe a crafty wolf, he moved some and
reset some, and when he returned the next day, the
traps were again sprung, but there was a stick left
in one, clearly not something one would expect it of
a wolf. Again, he reset some of the traps and
moved others, and they returned the third day again, beaching
his skiff in the same spot and following the same
paths to avoid spreading his scent. All his traps were gone.
As he was walked along the trail pondering the mystery.
He found himself following what he thought were his own tracks,
and then I realized these were alongside the trail, and
then I always stuck to the trail. The stride was
one and a half times my usual stride, five to
six feet, and they left a deep impression in the moss,
and I realized it was the sasquatch giving me a
warning not to be in the area. As I launched
the skiff, I heard a rattling down in the water.
I looked down and the traps were in a pile
by the skiff. Jaclin said he knew the area well
and knew there were no other people in the area.
In spite of the signs, the area would provide lucrative furs,
he said the old trap the old trap sign he
found told him it had not been trapped since nineteen
thirty nine. I pulled out out of the creek. I
didn't disturb any other places in that area, he said.
Some time later, another remote spot in the Islands, he
was in the process of putting together a ceed or
shake shed as a place to store his gear. He
had felled a hefty seedar and was hand splitting the
shakes from it. And his dog began acting strangely. Henry
wasn't afraid of anything, not even a wolf. Most dogs
are terrified of even the smell of a wolf, he said.
This time, the usually unruffled dog started to whine and
crawled on his belly to the skiff. He climbed into
the skiff without permission, something he had been trained never
to do, and hunkered down under a seat. Jackellen had
first dragged him out, but the dog continued to act terrified,
and that made me think. So I took a rifle
and walked in a hundred foot circle, and then I stopped.
I knew I wasn't alone in the woods, so I
got in my skiff and I left. Motoring back. Later,
he found the huge seatar he had been working on
had been carried to the bank and dumped into the
cove without going ashore. He turned the skiff around and left.
I didn't want to give any indication that I would
go against their will. What an intense story, huh wow.
So this was definitely a case where he was definitely
told many times to get out of there. I don't
know if this is all on the same islander, if
it was a series of different places he was going.
But anyway, but very cool story, very powerful, and I
don't know, if you don't take all those messages, then
you're definitely missing something, all right. So let's go down
to the lower forty eight here and see what we
can find. I guess we can start in California. They
seemed to be the birthing place of a lot of
our current and ongoing fascination with the Bigfoot. Of course,
the Batterson Gimlin film was shot in northern California, so
let's see what's going on there. Not an exact same location,
but another location, as it were. So I'd like to
make a report about two encounters that happened to my
uncle and I that took place in nineteen seventy and
seventy one. We were sixteen years old at the time.
Both happened within a few miles of each other, northeast
of the town of Covello in Mendocino County, California. The
first was a rock throwing incident that happened in the
Eelo River below Howard Lake. My grandparents and my uncle
lived in Covello at the time, and I would spend
summers there. My uncle and I were very close in
age just five months, so we were more like brothers
growing up. And this first incident, my grandfather dropped my
uncle and myself at Howard Lake for a three day,
two night camping trip, and we only brought our sleeping bags,
no tent, fishing poles, and a Sheridan pump pellet gun.
We had about a dozen apples and a few ordins,
and we would supplement that with fish and small game birds,
et cetera. The first day we caught fish for dinner
and nothing of note happened. The second day, we decided
to hike down the mountain to the Eel River to
fish and explore. And after a while at the river,
we got a little boored and I had found a
little piece of driftwood shaped really a lot like a
baseball bat. So, being kids, we started simulated baseball game
where one of us would pitch small rocks from the
gravel bar that were on and the other would smack
it with the bat. We did this for a while
when all of a sudden, a rock about fist size
came flying down from the hillside between me behind me
rather and landed between us. We were very startled, to
say the least. We all that whoever done this to
knock it off. Due to heavy brush in the trees,
we couldn't see anything. My uncle thought it might be
some of his buddies from town that followed us up here,
but no one was seen. We moved closer to the
river and continued our impromptu game when another rock about
the same size crashed between us again. We really started
to get pretty freaked out by this time, and we
yelled that we were armed pellet rifle, well I know,
and dangerous and to show themselves. And when nothing happened further,
we grabbed our stuff and hiked back to our camp.
We had to go up where the rocks had come from,
and my uncle carried the pellet gun and I carried
my bat. Tough guys and all. Anyway, we made it
back to camp to discover that someone had gone through
our camp, unrolling our sleeping bags and scattering everything in camp.
We had our fruit and a small pack that we
had hung in a tree about ten feet up and
there are no there are bears in the area. The
zipper of the pack was open and our fruit was gone.
Nothing else was missing, just thrown about. Well, we grabbed
all of our stuff and made a bee line for
the road back to town. We're not going to stay
there any longer, And luckily for us, a family and
a camper came by right away and gave us a
ride back to town. When we told my grandpa what
had happened, he was really curious as to why we
were back a day early, and all he said was
darn hippies. Well we got a chuckle out of that.
We didn't know who or what messed with us, but
we knew it wasn't hippies. The second incident left no
doubt as to what was in those same hills. The
next summer, my uncle had his driver's license, so we
went further up than Howard Lake to a place near
Hammerhorn Lake, and there was a stream that my uncle
knew of that had a population of native brook trout
that he wanted to show me. He'd been there before
as he lived in Covelo and he was really a
great outdoorsman and explorer at seventeen years old. He was
fearless at that age. We arrived and we started fishing
going upstream, and we were in stealth mode as this
was a small creek and the trout would spook at
any loud noise or fast movement. We went for a
while and doing well, catching and releasing many fish, as
they were really kind of small, but we were really
having a good time. We came to a large slab
of granite that rose up at an angle about twenty
feet or so, and my uncle started up it, so
I followed right behind him and we got to the top.
We heard a loud scream from right below us. My
uncle stepped back right into me as the scream startled
both of us. Almost immediately, we saw an animal take
off from below us and across the an open sandbar.
It was on all fours and it took four steps.
It made a noise on every leap that sounded like woof, woof,
And this happened so very fast that we stood there
and shot watching. When it made its fourth leap, in
almost the same instant, it stopped and turned around and
stood on two legs, staring back at us. It was
about twenty or twenty five yards away, and we and
it stood for maybe five seconds. It then made a
hoff noise and turned and walked away on those two legs.
It only took a few seconds to disappear into the brush.
We just turned and started leaving post haste. I remember
one of us or both of us saying, what the
hell was that we were in shock? Let me describe
this thing as I remember. I got a real good
look at it, and it was not anything I'd ever
seen before. It was dark brown to black in color.
It had hair, not fur. It stood semi crouched. It
had long arms that were kind of outstretched forward and
slightly to its side, with its palms pointed down. It
did not have hair on its face or on its fingers.
It did not have hair on its face or his fingers.
Its skin was dark gray. Its eyes were dark brown
with no whites that I could see. And it had
a flat nose with the nostrils pointed down. And I
think this animal was about six and a half feet tall.
My uncle was six foot three at the time, and
the creature was slightly taller. It had broad shoulders that
tapered down to the waist, and I'd estimated its weight
to be about two hundred and fifty pounds. The deal
about it being on all fours, if I was to speculate,
I think it was laying down below the granite slab
that we were on, and we surprised it. That's why
I think it took off on all fours. We did
not see it until it was moving and the and
man was it moving. We did not see it until
it was moving, and man, it was moving. The look
on its face was one of shock or surprise, almost
like it couldn't believe that we had gotten so close
to it. We decided not to tell anyone about this
so as not to be ridiculed, and we didn't think
anyone would believe us anyway. We talked about this a
few times and started hearing and learning about Bigfoot, to
the point that we had no doubt that we had
seen one. My uncle was killed in a tragic car
accident in nineteen seventy seven, and I've kept these things
to myself to avoid ridicule. I feel that with all
the research and photos and videos now, that it is
only a matter of time for definitive proof of Bigfoot's existence.
My family and members are skeptics and don't really care
about this one way or the other, and I think
that maybe by reporting this here I can maybe get
some closure. It's weighed on me for over forty years. Ps.
These things happen over forty years ago, and everything that
I have stated here is to the best of my recollection.
I may have some details off a little and for
that I apologize. Wow, what a story, What a what
a wild story. I guess this is probably a good
time to take the break, ladies and gentlemen, So we'll
be right back with more of these stories from across
America of encounters with the Sasquatch, the bigfoots. We'll be
right back. Don't go away, everybody, all right, ladies and gentlemen,
We're back and back at it. These next stories, well
it's one story, but it's several different encounters, or at
least a couple, but come from Harris County in Texas
in the years of nineteen seventy two and seventy three,
and it's really near the Big Thicket. And if you're
at all familiar with Bigfoot, especially the research going on
in the South in the Texas region, the Big Thicket
is the place that many researchers go and have had
some really incredible experiences come out of there. So there
doesn't seem to be any question that that is a
really active area for Sasquatch, and let's read it and
we'll see what you guys think. This happened back in
nineteen seventy two nineteen seventy three in a town called
Channel View, Texas. That's in Harris County, just east off
of Houston off of the Ien Freeway. I really haven't
told anyone about this all these years, but I will
never forget it. I'm fifty two years old now and
live in Washington State, and I didn't think it about
it before I moved up here. But they have the
things up in Washington as well. Lucky for me, I
haven't seen one after I left Texas, but I'm not
looking for one. However, I think I know what the
one that was following me wanted. The first time I
encountered one was the summer of seventy three and a
school buddy of mine, along with my little brother, went
camping not far from the house. This was a place
in the middle of a large field with four ponds
in it that we called the Dynamite Holes. That's because
the holes were blasted out with dynamite when they were
looking for oil. Several years ago. We decided to put
our two man pup tents off to one side of
the pond that we did most of our swimming in.
There was another pond next to it that had a
lot of weeds around it, so no one swam in
that one. The bank was slightly elevated around the area
that I had my sleeping bag, and the water around
the pond was about ten to fifteen feet away. And
that was the weed pond, and it was to the
north of us. And in the next pond was the
one we swam in, and it was just off the
east of us. There were two other ponds nearby. One
was northeast of the weed pond and had a small
area that connected to the swimming pond, and another pond
that was about fifty yards southwest of the campsite. Somewhere
between ten o'clock and midnight that night, everybody went to bed.
I went into my sleeping bag with my head towards
the weed pond so I could see the fire. We
had gone about five feet from my feet, and the
tent was off to my left about twenty feet or less.
And it was a clear night with hardly any breeze
at all. I had my dog and Mike, my buddy,
had his also, and both dogs were lying just on
the opposite side of the fire pit from me. The
fire was getting low, oh, and I was just about
to fall asleep, but I could hear something walking around
the west side of the weed pond heading my way.
It was coming up pretty fast, with long, heavy steps.
I looked down at the fire because the dogs were
growling and looking past me over my head. The footsteps
stops just as it got behind me. I knew the
pond was ten feet away from my head, so this
thing was less than that.
Speaker 5: To me.
Speaker 2: I couldn't move. All I could do was keep the
sleeping bag hood over my head and keep watching the dogs.
My plan was that if the thing tried to grab me,
hopefully the dogs would jump up and scare it off.
But all they did was stare at the thing that
was behind me and growl with their eyes as wide
as silver dollars. But they never moved. After what seemed
like twenty minutes, the thing went on its way around
the pond, past the tent where the other two were sleeping,
and out towards the open field. And that's when I
got out of sleep and went over to the tent
to wake the others. Mike had a shotgun, but by
the time they came out, it was too far away
for a shot. Several hundred yards from the pond. Off
to the east was a church and they had lights
on their parking lot, and the field had been mowed
not long before we went camping, so you could see
the silhouette of a dog running in the field. Between
us and the church. North of the field was several
acres of woods, and that was where the thing was going.
It was big, with long hair hanging from its long arms,
and it was moving fast across the field, even though
it was only walking. We just watched it go into
the woods and after that we grabbed all our gear
and headed home. Well, that was the first encounter. A
few weeks after the camping trip, I was at home
in nor Ell Street in Channelview, Texas, east of Houston,
just north of a tent. Again. We had a house
that was L shaped with a small storage room on
the north side. Between the storeroom and the inside corner
of the L was a concrete patio and next to
the storeroom was the sliding back door that went into
the den slash family room. It was about nine or
ten pm and I was getting ready to go to bed.
I was in the bathroom that was next to the
inside corner of the l and it had a window
that looked out onto the patio at the back of
the house. The light was on next to the back door,
so you could see everything that was on the patio
up to the side of the storeroom. As I finished
my shower and was drying off, I could see the
fool shape of someone standing at the back sliding door,
looking into the den where my dad was sitting. My
Dad was in his lounge chair with his back to
the door, watching the television that was on the opposite wall.
Although the bathroom window had water in it from the steam,
I could see that the thing looking in was bent
forward in order to have its head low enough to
be able to see into the house. This was a
big person, both in height and in bulk, and that
was when I decided to wipe the window with my hand.
I should have turned the light off in the bathroom first,
but I didn't, and just as I started to wipe
the window, it stood up, looked at me, and turned
and with one step was off the patio and around
the storage room before I could get a good look
at it. If I remember right, the size of the
patio was six foot by twelve foot it so it
had to take one step that covered about five feet
to get off the patio. Anyway, I covered myself with
a towel and went into the den where my dad was,
thinking he may have fallen asleep with the TV like
he usually did, but he was awake in his chair
and I told him what I saw, and he looked
at me and said, yeah, I know. I could see
the shadow from the back of the door on the
floor of the den. I asked him what did he
want to do about it, and he told me there
wasn't anything we could do. So much for the second encounter.
The third encounter was a few days after the second encounter.
I was going to walk down the street and visit
a friend of mine named Greg Smith. The house was
about in the middle of the block on the east
side of the street, and Greg's house was at the
end of the street to the north, on the west
side of the block. That put it about six to
seven houses away. And I can't remember the time, but
it was dark out and the porch light was on
the house across from mine, and just one house north
was vacant at the time. Some of the kids would
go too, so we could smoke cigarettes and hide out
from our folks, maybe sneak a beer from home and
drink it with our buddies. Well after I walked out
of the house, I could hear dogs barking from the
other street behind the old vacant house, and I didn't
think a lot about it and started walking up the
street to Greg's place. And as soon as I made
it past the old house, I heard the dogs and
they were going nuts. So I turned to see what
it was that they were barking at, and just then
I saw this large urge thing that was in the
backyard of the old house step over a three to
four foot high chain link fence and start walking along
the side of the house toward the street. I was
about one house away by this time, and I could
see that his head was even with the eaves of
the house as it headed to the street. That caught
my attention real fast. I kept walking towards Greg's house
and looking behind me every second or so to keep
an eye on that thing. It went to the street
and started walking straight at me. I knew from all
my hunting times that you don't want to run away
from a wild animal unless you have no other choice,
because this may cause the thing to run after you
like it's like your its food. So I started walking faster,
but every time I looked behind me, the thing was
getting closer and closer. I could see the long, big
arms and long hair moving as it walked, and the
steps it took were about twice as long as mine,
so it was catching up with me. By this time,
I was just about to start running because I couldn't
walk any faster, And just as I got inside Greg's yard,
I hit the gas and ran up the walk and
in the house. I didn't waste time knocking or anything.
I just went in. Everyone in the house came up
to see what the problem was, and I started to
tell them what happened, and Greg and me, along with
my little brother, he was spending the night at Greg's
house with Greg's little brothers, all went out to see
if we could see anything. The last I saw of
the thing, it was about even alongside of a large
tree in the yard next to Greg's house. We went
over to the tree and looked around with the flashlight,
but didn't see anything. That house next to Gregg's was
also vacant and didn't have a porch light on. Looking
at it now, as we were standing around the big
tree trying to make sense of what happened, I remember
the tree was swaying and moving a lot. However, for
the life of me, I can't recall any wind blowing that.
In fact, I don't think there was any wind. Weird,
isn't it. Well, that's it. Let me know what you think. Huh.
So I wonder if the thing was up in the tree.
I do believe they're They're proficient climbers, so that wouldn't
surprise me at all. But but we got more to
read for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, more to cover here,
So let's see what's next. The next one's coming from Montana,
which is right next door to me. I'm up in
the northern tip of Idaho, of all places, just beautiful
up here, but it's really beautiful over in Montana as well.
It was just over there a few weeks ago investigating
the Colomba Ghost Town, which is right near Missoula, Montana.
So I had a really great time and I can't
wait to get back over there to do more. Of it,
but we got another one. So let's see what this
one says. It has to do with some mysterious tracks.
So it says if if someone was playing a hoax,
they did a really good job, said Messing Bob Messing,
referring to a number of unidentified footprints at a neighbor's
house some sixteen miles down River Road West. Eight year
old Austin Peterson discovered the footprints while he and his dad,
Dean Peterson, were visiting their neighbor, Jim Roweder, near his
shop about three pm January third. Eighty seven year old
row Weeder, who was working on a sawmill engine, initially
thought the tracks were bare, but when he looked closer,
he noticed a toe like formation that made the footprints
look more human than animal, According to Peterson, who lives
next door to Jim and Gladys Roweder, I don't know
if I believe in the Bigfoot theory, but the tracks
were right there, said Messing, who has lived on River
Road West for seventeen years and has never seen anything
suspicious prior to this. But what else could it be?
Speaker 4: He asked.
Speaker 2: Peterson and Messing searched for about two hours following the
tracks into the woods about one hundred yards, but the
footprints faded off under the trees where there was little
snow and the ground was hard and rocky. Messing said
that there were hundreds upon hundreds of the strange footprints,
which generally measured about sixteen and a half inches long
by eight and a half inches wide. Wow. Messing said
the footprints were more defined in the newer fallen two
inches of snow in the open spaces of the row
eater yard. I didn't believe it until I saw the tracks,
said Colleen Messing, Bob's wife. I was skeptical, but here
are the tracks in front of me, said Peterson. I
studied them, and I think they're real, he added. Bob
Messing said the footprints measured sixteen and a half inches
by eight and a half inches wide at the widest point,
just behind the toes. Peterson said the he with was
nearly four inches. He guessed the smaller the square inches
of the print that the animal weighed. He guessed by
the square inches of the print that the animal weighed
between eight hundred and the thousand pounds. Messing said the
tracks looked as though whatever made them walked from the
direction of Eddie Creek into roe Eder's yard, and then
turned around and walked towards the Clark Fork River. I
couldn't prove where they came out of the woods because
they faded off in the slush, said Messing, but he
added that most of the area is hard ground and
difficult to track. You could run a front end loader
out there and not see any tracks, said Messing, a
forty five year old contractor. He said that the footprints
were easy to see in the snow, but rains washed
most of them away the following day. Messing believes the
subject walked up to Roweder's shop during the night when
Roweder's motion light came on. Whatever left the tracks turned around,
unstartled and just walked away. If it was a person
playing a prank, we figured that when the motion light
came on, the person would have run, said Messing. Peterson
also found the tracks in front of Roweeder's house. Whatever
it was, it wasn't in any hurry, he said. Peterson
said that about three thirty am the same day, he
woke up to find his dog barking, and when he
looked outside, he saw Roweder's motion light on at the shop.
About forty five yards away, but saw nothing. Sightings of
the so called Bigfoot, also known as Sasquatch, is a large, furry,
humanlike animal that dwells predominantly in isolated areas of California,
the northwestern United States, and Canada. I don't believe that
at all. As you can tell from the stories we've
covered tonight, they're everywhere. The Sasquatch Watch Headquarters in South Carolina,
which was created in nineteen ninety eight, keeps a collection
of hundreds of big Foot sightings from nineteen sixty five
until the present. The Discovery Channel recently aired a special
feature about the existence of Bigfoot. The television special noted
that scientists believe that there may be thousands of undiscovered
species on Earth. For decades, anthropologists have studied hair samples,
photographs of footprints, and testimony from people who claim to
have seen Bigfoot, with no solid, conclusive evidence that Sasquatch exists.
Only recently was it determined that California resident Ray Wallace
faked the fame prince of a nineteen fifty eight Bigfoot
well that was actually discovered a long time ago. But
I guess I don't know when exactly this was written. So,
But anyway, I've been out in the woods a lot,
and I've seen grizzly bear tracks and mountain lion tracks,
but never anything like this, said Messing. They also found
a large pile of dung near the tracks that they
couldn't identify, and they had planned to send a sample
of the pile to the lab, but decided against it.
And Messing said they didn't notify any authorities of the fine,
but he plans to to five. It says a five. Sorry,
I didn't write this, so I guess plans to send
a sample of the feces to Fish and Games, but
it says five instead of send. I don't know this stuff,
ladies and gentlemen. I just do my best to read
it for you. The creature definitely wasn't flat footed, said Peterson,
formerly of Callispell Policeman. You could tell there was an arch.
Now that's interesting because usually, as I understand that, there
isn't an arch on a big foot's foot because of
the mid tarsl hinge or break as some people call it,
that nullifies any arch that might occur in the foot.
But I don't know. I didn't see the print, so
I don't know what they're talking about for sure, but anyway,
let's continue the story. There were absolutely toes, said Messing,
who said it looks like a human foot, but slightly squared.
It was absolutely not an animal that we would normally
see out here, he said, and as I have never
seen anything like that. Messing said, they studied the tracks
and noted that there was more pressure on the heel
and toes like when a person walks. He said. They
search for additional tracks until shortly after dark. Messing said
that after finding the tracks, he and his wife, Colleen,
locked up looked up information about bigfoot and a foot
in a foot titled Mysteries of the Unexplained. I think
that was supposed to be a book titled Mysteries of
the Unexplained, and found several similarities between what the tracks
they found and what was in the book. He said
that most of the tracks indicated a five foot stride,
but some further apart, which he said could have been
a jump or something running. If it was a prank,
the person would have had to have something on his
or her feet because there's no other tracks nearby. You
read about these things, but to have it presented to you.
It's really excited, said Peterson. The more I looked at
the tracks, he added, there was no way they were false.
We were running around like little kids, said Messing. If
someone did fake it, they did a hell of a job,
said Peterson. I couldn't explain it, but I had fun,
said Messing. I hope no one does explain it, because
I had fun running around like a chicken with my
head cut off. Well, that's a pretty cool story. I
think that's pretty awesome. Now again, I think that they're
they're not necessarily accurate with their summation about these prints.
Not that I'm a print expert, ladies and gentlemen, but
I've I've literally looked into, you know, thousands of different
resources about Bigfoot over the years, because you know, I'm
very interested in the subject myself when it comes to
the paranormal. It's really my my bread and butter, if
you will. But I don't believe that they have an arch.
I think that that's not exactly accurate. I think again,
because the the weight on a on a Sasquatch is
so profound that their their their feet actually hinge forward
further than ours. Ours are more like hinged at the
ball of the foot right behind the toes, but a
mid tarsl hinge would put the hinge just in front
of the ankle on on this larger species, And so
there's as I understand that there should not be an march.
It's pretty much a flat footed kind of animal. I
think it has an extraordinarily thick and soft you know,
not soft, but I think it's got a lot of
soft tissue on the bottom of the foot, with a
very thick pad of some kind of hardened flesh. Much
I've understood that it's explained as much like a dog's foot,
you know, that hard I don't know, crusty kind of
skin that they have on the bottom of their toepads.
So but anyway, I think that it's pretty neat and
if it made some people become believers or at least
give it some credibility, that's pretty cool. I really hope
it's not a prank. I mean, there are people out
there that are working really hard to try to you know,
fool people for whatever reasons, and I think that that's
really incredibly unfortunate because a lot of people are working
really hard to try to bring this to serious consideration,
and these hoaxers are just dragging us all through the mud.
You know, anybody that has a belief in this. These
people are desperate trying to make them look foolish, and
that's really unfortunate. But for whatever reason they do what
they do, why they do it, how they do it,
what the hell? I guess they got more free time
than I have. So but anyway, I just think that
these stories definitely illustrate the wide, incredible range that these
beings take and can exist in. Now we have them
coming out of Florida and the swamps of Florida, they
are coming from the you know, the mountains, they're they're
all over the East coast, the West coast, they're they're
in the Midwest. There doesn't seem to be a range
in the in the lower forty eight that they don't occupy.
Speaker 5: You know.
Speaker 2: And maybe maybe there are more of them now than
there ever have been before, I don't know, Or maybe
there are just more people willing to talk about it
than ever before. Whatever the case is, there's lots of
reports coming out all the time. A lot of people
are out there looking to see what they can find,
and maybe someday we'll actually have some kind of official
admission of the existence of these things. But you know, again,
there's mixed thoughts on that as well. I think my
cat just knock something over awesome. He's always exploring ladies
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