Latitude: +048° 38' N
Longitude: 118° 44' W

Day: 17
Month: OCT
Year: 1999
Time: 11 AM
Elevation: 2600
Data Source: TR95
Credibility: 3
Locality: NEAR REPUBLIC
Researcher: MIKE HAZINBURG
Witness: MIKE HAZINBURG

Sighting Type: 3
Summary: BF TAKES DEER GUTS, LEAVES ANTLER IN TRADE

Sighting Text:

Oct 17, 1999. Walked up the mountain to a well worn deer trail and waited for a buck. 11 AM, I shot a nice little whitetail spike. Gutted him and drug him back to camp. At 3 PM, walked back to that same spot with my son to show him my spot. Found the gut pile gone and a six point antler laying next to where I was sitting. Don’t know if it was a trade or maybe BF was saying, “I get bigger deer than you... ha ha.” Editor Note: Had this happen near Longview, WA, where a large cobble stone was left in trade for some apples on a table. I have the stone in our WBS collection, and Mike says he’ll send down the deer horn (I’ll send up a plaster track in trade myself, I think). Another time a stone was left near an apple tree near Yacolt, WA, but didn’t get that one. Cautioned Mike about possible fingerprints’ re the fellow in Texas that’s interested. Not sure if these are trade items or “thank you” items, acknowledging that something was taken...deer or bear wouldn’t leave anything. Feb 26th, 2000. Went snowmobiling with my friend and his wife and two children (12 and 8). We took off to circuit the 20 acres our cabin is on, leaving his wife and children there as they were having a snowball fight. It went on for awhile after we left. After they stopped, the daughter, 8 years old, described two snowballs in rapid succession coming out of the woods 50 yards away and hitting her brother in the back of the head...splat, splat. She was facing her brother and clearly described the line of flight of the two snowballs, one right after the other. Possibly a young, playful, BF wanting to get in on the fun? This summer I’m going to try a ball. I’ll get the biggest red ball I can find. Have the kids play with it and leave it near the tree line after dark and see what happens. Maybe he will trade me for something. Just a few thoughts. I’ve never heard of an aggressive vocalization. I believe there are at least two different types of BF. The smaller more aggressive species lives closer to more populated areas. Most encounters with man have been bad, so he has a bad attitude towards man. The larger species living in more remote areas; not as much contact, so he is not aggressive. I believe these are the big ones, ten feet tall. They have a cave nearby; probably spend the winter in it or close by. They eat vegetable matter that they store inside. They gather it in fall and eat it in winter. Probably eat a few deer or rodents too. I once found a pile of moss, weeds, roots, and mushrooms in an old mine shaft. So I think BF makes hay in the summer to eat all winter. I think the females give birth in the winter. Also, they are super curious and cannot resist new things. He come out at night in summer, not because he is nocturnal, but rather to avoid the heat of the day. I think humans can communicate with them. They are very intelligent, and they have a language. I do not support killing one to prove they exist. Bones would do just as well. My plan is to trade my big shy friend out of one. Also I would love to talk with anyone who finds themselves also being befriended by a BF. Note: Bigfoot of the Blues has a similar incident with children and a soccer ball. Also. Mar 19th there was a Nature show on PBS concerning Koko, the gorilla that signs and had a kitten. When a possible mate, Endume, was introduced to her cage, she had a large beach ball that she taught the reluctant silver-back to play with almost immediately...primates like to play. Mike telephoned the other day. March 4th he had gone to a place nicknamed “Bigfoot Gorge” due to all the activity. He had found some tracks in the snow, possibly of two creatures, that were deformed to three feet by sun melt-out. From a cave nearby, there were found on a different occasion, huge piles of moss that stunk of urine or wet horses. He realized that it could be pack rats, but visiting another time, the fodder was all gone, and he is at a loss as to what happened to it. Mike will be going back to the area March 18-19 and hopefully find something else interesting to report.