If you read My Personal Encounters lower down in this page you will find out just what brought me into this line of work. Once I had seen Sasquatch my life was somewhat haunted by the experience, but in a nice way, wondering about Sasquatch and my encounter with it.

When I heard them talking amongst themselves ; heard their voices ; noticed that they speak a language ; sounded like people just having a good time ; my life would never be the same again.

The second sighting made it impossible to ignore the experiences any longer. I had to do something about it. I became involved with Sasquatch Research and eventually decided to open a Research & Reporting Office here in Prince George, BC, Canada.

There is something amazing about these Magnificent Beings that will captivate you.

If you have personal sightings and get to hear their voices ; knowing that they are somewhere close by will affect your life forever. You will never be the same again.

If you have never seen a Sasquatch, I really hope that someday you will.

I feel very privileged to have enjoyed being in their presence and look forward to even a closer encounter again someday. I hope to be one of the first people to have one for a friend. In the mean time I hope to be able to carry on researching and learning about them so that I can help to educate people about them.

I have experienced many things over many years, that I have not written about in this collection.  What I have written about are merely the highlights of probable Sasquatch related experiences.

I have been a very dedicated and very successful big game hunter for more than 40 years. So, when I am out in the bush and I see something, I know what I have seen. When I hear something I usually know what I have heard. Also, when I look at some evidence I can usually tell if it is the activity of a Bear or a Moose or some other animal. Such as the tracks that are found. I know a Bear track when I see one. Sasquatch tracks are nothing like Bear tracks. I know a Moose browse when I see it, and an Antler rub when I see it. I know when I am looking at a tree that has been chewed on by a Porcupine. Enough said.

A great deal of what is written below is simply a reposting of information that I had previously posted.

Since the original posting I have used GPS Mapping software to accurately measure the distances that are refered to in these stories of my experiences.

1984;- During the summer of 1984 it happened several times. This same thing happened a few times during the late 1970’s. I would be out in the front yard doing some yard work when I would hear something very strange.

Across the highway from our subdivision is bush. Back in that bush is the Lagoon for our subdivision. Around this Lagoon somewhere I would hear what sounded like a Loon with a slightly deep voice, “Wooooo ^OooP” “Wooooo ^OooP” “Wooooo ^OooP” .

Now this was weird. Why would a Loon be back there by the Lagoon. There isn’t any food there for it and besides the Lagoon is too small for a Loon to bother with. Then I would hear the sound again. Now it was from back in the bush not at all near the Lagoon.

Now I know that Loons have a real hard time to walk on land. So, why is a loon back there? Then I would hear another Loon from back in the bush answer the first one. It wouldn't’t be long and all would be quiet again until the next time.

I have lived in this subdivision since 1973. The first time that I can recall hearing this would have been 1974. In total I have heard this probably about seven or eight different times over the years, and the last time I can recall hearing this would have been somewhere around the late 1980’s.

In the summer of 2005, I knew that this was a sound that Sasquatch would make. I had by this time learned what they leave behind as evidence of their presence. I went back into the bush across the highway and in the bush behind where my house is.

Knowing what to look for I found a great deal of Sasquatch evidence. Some of which was very old and some of which was only a year or so old, and most of it was in between.

If only I knew in the previous years what I know now, I would have certainly taken action to get a look at the sound makers.

1984 Late September ;- While hunting in the Gregg Creek area, west of Prince George.   Not far from Lumpy Lake and old road turns west off the main road. It is a narrow old secondary logging road that goes up a long high hill, or small mountain, until coming into the South East end of an old clearing near the top. Off to the right there is a small landing with a coral. I have been told that hunting guides used to tether their horses here in days gone by.

Logging at this location had taken place in the mid 1970’s. The area was overgrown with Willow and Spruce and Pine. There was still some long range view if you were in the right position. Above this landing is a Ridge which runs somewhat North and South. It is actually the top of this small mountain.

I have since used GPS Software to calculate the distances and found that from the coral and landing the clearing is about 400 yards /meters North and about 300 yards/metes South-West from the old coral. From the coral the road continues part way up the Ridge then turns north and follows parallel along the Ridge going around the North end and continuing along the West side of the Ridge going back South almost to the very Southern end of the Ridge.

I was at the coral when I saw Sasquatch at the North corner of the Ridge close to where the road swings around the end. It was at the base of a very large Fir Tree. I was around 400 yards/metes from it with a pair of 10x50 Binoculars on a windy day, in the open, trying to remain as steady as I could. It was a sunny day and about two and a half hours before sunset.

Shortly after arriving at this location, I started to do a loud call that doesn’t sound anything like a moose but during the Rutting season it seems to bring in the Bulls fighting mad.

I made a few calls then heard what I thought was someone splitting wood below the south end of the ridge. Strange because there is no access to that place, and who would walk a kilometer through the bush to chop wood ? This didn’t make sense.

I would call every two or three minutes, and right after, I would hear the chopping noise.

Then I didn’t hear the chopping noise for about a half hour while I had a coffee and sandwich.I thought about those chopping noises, and for some reason they didn’t sound like chopping, more like a dry stick hitting a tree.

After a few more calls I thought I heard response. I called again. I heard a sound that I thought could be a moose answering from the top of the ridge. I called two or three more times then I heard someone banging on a the big Fir tree up at the North corner of the ridge. About 400 yards from me.

This went on for about 10 or 15 minutes. I would call, then right away , Bang, Bang.

A small Black Bear came out of the brush about half way between us and slowly wandered toward the direction of the big Fir tree. It got about 100 meters away from the large Fir tree then stood up on it’s hind legs and looked toward the tree. The Bear had it’s nose high in the air checking for smells. All of a sudden it went down on all fours ad ran straight toward me. Something up there had really put the fear into the little fellow. The Bear came about half way then veered off to his right and ran up the ridge.

I went back to doing more calling and sure enough Bang, Bang. I traded sounds with the one doing the banging, for about an additional 20 minutes by doing Moose calls to which it responded by banging loudly on the big Fir tree. I still didn’t know it was Sasquatch.

I looked away for a moment and when I looked back there was a large figure standing about 25 -30 feet (8-10 meters) from the big Fir tree, but in it’s shadow.

I originally thought it was a cow moose because I couldn't see any antlers. But this didn't make any sense with the banging coming from there. With my 10 power binoculars and it being a windy day it was hard to clearly see any detail. Too much shaking. Up there the wind got quite gusty. 

I tried to steady my binoculars and got a very quick, relatively stable glance. Now, it looked to me like a very large man. But why, I thought, would he be standing there banging on that tree in response to my vocalizations ?

Other members of my hunting party came along in their vehicle. I told them to watch when they drive around the north end of the ridge to see if they can find out who is doing the banging. As soon as they slowly drove off I seen a large figure move a tiny bit further out in the open but still in the shadows.

I continued to watch the figure as my fellow hunters drove very slowly in that direction. The sides of the road up there were heavy with willow grpwth, greatly limiting visibility. They were only about 200 yards/meters from the end of the ridge when the figure stepped out from the shadow of the Fir tree and out into the open. Now I could see it, and “Yes” it definitely looked like a large man.

It / he, looked at the coming vehicle then quickly turned and stepped back behind the tree and was gone. As it turned and moved I could clearly see that it was big and took only two or three huge steps before disappearing. When it turned to walk away it was probably 20 or more feet (7 meters) from the tree. To cover that distance in two or three steps is very unusual for anyone to be able to do.

At this point Sasquatch did cross my mind, but only for a fleeting second because I could see another of my hunting partners off to my left about 300 yards away. He was sitting on a log and there was several deer coming right towards him. I wanted to keep a close eye on what was going on with him.

I stayed camped at the coral over night while the other hunters went back home. I had planned to camp out for a few days and this seemed to be a good place to start.

Throughout most of the night I would occasionally hear something moving in the tall grass and gravel around my camper but nothing could be seen when I looked outside.

In the morning I looked all around the landing that I was camped in, grass was tramped down but no tracks or footprints could be identified.

I went back to that location a week later and went up to the top of the ridge, walked the full length of and wandered zig zag while doing so. This way I had a better chance to find wildlife sign up there. I came across two real nice little water holes and a lot of food for Moose and Deer as well as Bear all over the top. Also, there was Grouse and Rabbits up there, and of course Coyotes who follow the food supply.

I also saw what looked like large duck blind type structures made from local debris. They seemed to have large beds behind them. There was strange looking tree breaks as well, and strange looking little structures like mini-teepee’s made with small sticks.

I was no rookie in the bush, and this was new stuff to me. Since then I could never get the experience of the previous day on the ridge out of my mind for long.  My memory often brought everything back up over the next almost 20 years, almost like I was not supposed to forget, for some reason.

In 2003 I began to get involved in Sasquatch studies. Then the things in the past began to sorte out for me. It was strange that the experiences of that day on the ridge ridge stayed with me for so long and re-entered my thoughts so many times over so many years.

The bush from the main road going into the area of the ridge was logged off once again in the mid 1990’s, removing the timber that was yet untouched by logging. Road access to this place was deactivated when the logging was completed to keep vehicular hunting traffic out of there. So there has been very little human movement in there ever since.

My wife, Marlene and I walked part way into the south end of the ridge in the fall of 2006. I could hardly recognize anything, then I spotted the road which runs parallel along the ridge heading toward the North end. I could see that a slide had come across the road but it looks to be still passable on foot.

Mike and I plan to walk that road in the spring of 2007. It will be a good hike that we need to be prepared for.

Finds of fresh Sasquatch evidence in May 2005 were just a kilometer or less from the North end of the ridge. Several tree breaks pointed in the direction of the ridge where I had seen Sasquatch 20 years earlier. The fresh footprints that Mike and I found and that Marlene and I found in May 4 and 6, 2006 as well as the recently killed dead Moose, with it’s neck broken, that Mike and I found in early June 2006 were all within a kilometer of the end of the ridge where I had seen Sasquatch.

1987 (I think).. I was in the Gregg Creek area, Prince George. BC, hunting for Moose at 8.5 kilometer on a small side road that lead into some old logging. This was for many years a good hunting spot where Moose would come and hang around where there is a small lake and swampy part which supports a significant food supply for them.

This particular secondary side road has since become one of the key areas of my ongoing research.

I stopped my truck on the side of the main logging road and decided to walk in this side road. I was about a half kilometer in ( 500 yards) when I heard something move in the thick bush off to my left. I stopped and listened and looked as best I could into the dense underbrush laden bush. I couldn’t see very much so I moved to the edge of the bush and stood on an old rotten stump for a better view.

As I stood there listening and trying to see what it might be, a strong smell caught my attention. It smelled similar to old stale rotten meat. I watched for only a minute or so then decided to move along, the smell was not easy to put up with. As I started to slowly walk along the road, continuing on my way, something started moving in the bush again. It seemed to be pacing me. The wind shifted and I got another whiff of that awful smell.

It crossed my mind that the movement in the bush must be a bear. He is likely feeding on a dead moose that a fellow hunter had wounded and lost at that very location earlier.

I simply kept on moving until I got another kilometer up the road. There was no Moose tracks and the mud was getting real slimy and mixed with clay. Well enough was enough. I will turn around and go back to my truck and go someplace where there was less mud.

When I got back to where I had experience the movement and smell it was now about 45 minutes later. Strange, the smell was gone.

A slight breeze was coming across the road from that location so I should really be getting a strong smell, but, nothing. This was strange. Then I remembered ; the moose that a fellow hunter had wounded and lost had taken place the year before. There certainly wouldn’t be anything left from it to have created such a smell.

I took 15 or 20 steps into the thick bush to see if I could find any answers to this strange set of occurrences. Something about 30-40 yards ahead of me took off crashing through the bush away from me. I didn’t hear any steps, just a loud crashing sound followed by a few dry sticks crackling.

Well, so much for that. I went back to my truck and found a drier place to hunt for the day.

1994 early October;- North of Prince George, BC, Canada. On the Hoodoo Lakes Road close to Green Timbers Lake about 1.5 kilometers from the Docs 300 Road intersection. A large grown over clearing with second growth as high as the roof of a house.

At the time I was camped with my hunting partner above a small lake between Docs Lake and the scene of the incident. It was evening and less than an hour before dark. We were outside the camper enjoying a drink and watching the campfire, when there was a strange sound.  What we heard was close to the far end of the lake, but, off to the right.  It was like a Loon call but with a deeper voice ; "GOOoooo^ooOOP". Who ever or what ever was making this call repeated it several times over about five minutes.

This was strange because there isn't any water back there in the bush. Loons do not get around very well on dry ground, so they seldom venture away from the water. This didn't make sense. This sound was quite a long way from the water.  We talked about this while listening to the calls, but, supper was cooking so we had to go back inside and tend to our food.  We talked about how strange this was later in the evening as we played cards.

The next morning we went for a hunt just a short distance away, to a clearing that was to the left side of the lake and only a couple of kilometers away. We arrived at the clearing and stopped the truck before entering it, parked the truck and proceeded on foot, in separate directions. The clearing was second growth of small trees and willow, with limited visibility.

The clearing runs basically north and south. It slopes down towards the South-East.  It is almost 1-kilometer long by about 500 to 700 meters wide. There is a low area along the East side with a, not as yet logged hill eastward from there. In this bottom area is a long, narrow water swamp paralleling the clearing. The road runs North-South through the clearing.

In late morning, about 10:00 am, I was on the West side of the road at the North-West end of the clearing, slowly working my way South through the clearing. I had been moving along very slowly, watching carefully for anything that might move. I would make a moose call then stand still and wait, move a few steps then do it again. This is a very slow moving but can be a very effective way to hunt such a place.

I stopped about 1/3 of the way down the length of the clearing. I hadn't made any calls or noise for a good fifteen minutes now. There was no wind, and no noise or other sounds other than the occasional Crow making a “caw”. Being on the upper elevation it was easy for me to hear things from a long distance away.

Off to the South-East corner of the clearing and a short distance into the bush, I could hear some loud yelling type noises. It sounded like people with an very strong, exaggerated native accent. They were yelling at each other and making noises like, "Yahooo", "Yahhh"," Waahhh"," Heeaahhhh", "Hey", and other word type noises. Well who ever they were, it sounded like they were having a good time.

Also there was what sounded like conversation taking place, but I could not make out any words or phrases or anything. They were possibly as much as 500 meters away from me. Even though the air was perfectly still, and I was at a much higher elevation, except for the distant sound of a Logging Skidder, I was in a good position for long range listening, but the sounds were not loud enough to understand.

I used my big Birch Bark Megaphone as a listening device up to my ear. Things were now louder but still I could not identify the conversation. As I listened I was absolutely certain that I was hearing voices talking in conversation, but ; What were they saying ?  I thought I could hear the words "Yah" and "What" but, other than that I couldn't say for sure what else I was hearing.

  If you are expecting to hear something, such as when someone speaks to you, even if you don't hear a word or two your mind will automatically fill them in. But, when you are straining your ears, trying to hear something, even if you do hear a word or two, they come up so quickly that unless they are immediately repeated, you likely won't catch what they were.

I did, however, identified that three individual voices were involved and seemed to be quite close together. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but they sure seemed to be incredibly loud for the distance between us. Then I heard one holler "Yahooooooo" several times. Another one responded to it with jabbering type of language. It actually sounded like a language, but I could not understand it. Then another was making "Wooping" sounds like a Loon only about a octave lower in pitch. Then they all yelled at each other in jabber type language. Then suddenly all went silent for a while.

Then I heard each of the three voices call very loudly "Aaaa-Haaaa" several times ; some more gibberish then all was quiet. . Later that morning, I found out there was no other road or clearing over there. At least not at that time. A road did get built a year or two later.

My hunting partner rejoined me and we drove off to hunt another area. We came back to this clearing about 2 1/2 hours before dusk for an evening hunt.

That evening I had been hunting the South-East corner of the clearing, not far from where all the noise had come from earlier in the day. I knew something was in the bush at the corner of the clearing. I could hear movement and sometimes sticks snapping. I tried doing some Moose calls thinking that it might be a moose but was not able to draw it out. I was only about 150 meters away from the corner of the bush so it was easy to hear movement. I had 10X binoculars and still couldn’t see anything in that bush even though I could hear something occasionally move about, snapping twigs and crunching underfoot.

About half an hour before dark I had moved north up the clearing about 200 meters from the bush and west to about 10 meters from the road. I proceeded to do a low volume Cow Moose call with hopes of drawing out a Bull Moose. All of a sudden about 30 to 40 meters away from me on the other side of the road I heard a pleasant voice of someone making the sound "MMMoooooooo MMMoooooooo". The voice sounded like a mid range mans voice, and seemed to be quite friendly sounding. The word "MMMoooooo" was very clearly spoken but was a very exaggerated pronunciation. It would require a human type mouth to speak it in such a way. It seemed as though someone was trying to make a very poor imitation of the Moose call sound that I was making. The mimicker made a sound like a very poor imitation of a domestic farm cow.

We exchanged vocals back and forth for over ten minutes. I got very irritated because I thought that it was my hunting partner teasing me, so I spoke out loudly for him to stop playing around with me, just shut up.

Suddenly I heard a loud gasping sound like someone would make it they were really startled. My imitator took off running into the big timber in a S-S-West direction as fast as a Moose could run. I caught glimpses of a large figure as it ran, but these glimpses were just small parts of it. Not once did I get to see enough of it to make out a body shape. All I could tell is that it was large and seemed to be tall.

I walked out onto the road and went to my truck which was on the road just inside the edge of the bush line

Five minutes after my imitator took off I saw my hunting partner on the road at the North end of the clearing. “Well now“, I thought, “This is a strange situation.“ He was coming back to the truck and got half way back, then turned around to look behind him. I was watching him ; when behind me I heard something or someone run across the road from the West side and into the bush on the East side of the road. I could hear it as it made it’s way through the bush going to S-E corner of the clearing where I had been earlier making moose calls. This was also where I had heard the voices that morning. I could hear it making noise in the bush. It seemed to be throwing stuff around as if angry, but not making any vocalizations. I thought to myself, “Boy, there sure is something weird going on here!”

When my hunting partner arrived I told him all that had been going on. He gave me a very strange look. I assured him that I was not joking. Then the throwing noises started up again, then crash, crash. “See, I told you!”

It was getting dark, only about 20 minutes of light left. My hunting partner decided that I should stay at the truch and keep a good look out while he went into the clearing and towards that S-East corner to see if he could find out what this animal was. He didn't see anything but did get the feeling that his presence was not welcome. He cautiously came back to the truck.

What ever this was it must have a reason for spending so much time at that place in the bush. It seemed to be intent on getting back there, and staying there. Unless I had been experiencing more than one individual that evening.

This could indicate a food stash, a bedding spot, a youngster left behind or something important to this thing.

2000 Mid to Late September:- I was in the Gregg Creek area hunting with a very close friend. My hunting partner and I camped for the night at 29-kilometer in a clearing that was many years old with "sparse" second growth from low bushes to stuff that was 8 meters high and grass and scrub that in some places was waist deep. Occasionally one could see up to 400 meters or more.

About 10:00 AM ; and about 300 meters to the West I saw a large brownish Fir tree stump or snag, probably 6-8 feet high. And, what appeared to be a large brownish color something resembling a Bear standing on it’s hind legs watching us.

I thought it seemed to be quite tall, (6 feet plus) unless it was a big Grizzly. It had a slightly lighter color than the tree stump, maybe grayish-brown, around its shoulders and on its chest which made me think that it could be a Grizzly, but at that range it is hard to tell.

My rifle scope and binoculars were fogged up from the rain, so things were not clear when looked at through my optics.

As a precaution I kept a very close eye on it , just in case it decided to come our way. I did see it once or twice move slightly ; as if shifting it’s weight from one leg to the other. This struck me as odd but there was Moose in the area and I was busy doing moose calls and watching for moose. I had gotten an answer from a moose to the east and really needed to put my attention there. I didn't’t have time to pay attention to anything else.

It was standing there for about a half hour or maybe close to forty minutes while I called for moose, and we mulled about looking for tracks and discussing the terrain and what we should do next. To the East we had seen a small Black Bear wandering in the clearing and then it went into a patch of trees and bushes. I quickly glanced at our observer, who was still there. A moment later when I turned around to check if we were still being watched ; it was now gone. So, we decided to leave the area.

Later in the day I was thinking about this when, it finally struck me, “Hey, that Bear was standing a long time, Bears can‘t do that.”

We had seen a lot of Bears on this two day hunting trip, seven Black Bears and four cubs in a day and a half. So Bears were constantly in our minds and often in our sight.

As, I thought about this we rounded a slight bend in the road and there was a large bear just ahead of us in a clearing. My hunting partner yelled out, “There’s another Bear, looks like a big one, should we take it?“ My mind switched back into hunting mode, I grabbed my rifle and went in pursuit of the visible trophy, forgetting all about what had taken place earlier that day.

It didn’t even dawn on me until several weeks later when I was recounting that day when I realized that a Bear can not stand on it’s hind legs that long. If it had stood down and back up again, I likely would have seen it do so as I was watching it very closely, checking on it regularly, in case it decided to come our way.

Besides, a Bear would not stand watching that long ; they are not that inquisitive or patient. I knew there was something odd about that thing every time I looked at it, but never before had taken the time to sort it out. Now that I was recounting that day and thinking about it, I remembered that I did one time think Sasquatch, but my attention was quickly redirected to the little Black Bear that we were watching in the lower part of the clearing.

As time went by I really didn't recall that day very often and it wasn't until I started serious Sasquatch Research that the puzzle came together. Now it all makes sense.

Must have been a Sasquatch. He was probably interested in the same things that we were. We could hear a Moose in the far bottom end of the clearing, likely in the swampy area down there, and we spent a good ten minutes watching that little Bear wandering around feeding before he caught a scent coming from our way, then beat feet right out of the clearing.

The suspected Sasquatch was likely planning on Bear or Moose meat for dinner as we were, but wanted to watch us to see what we were going to do. He was likely listening to the Moose and watching the Bear at least as intently as he was watching us.

Oh well, after he disappeared and we left I hope that he finally got some dinner.

2001 mid September ;- I was in the Gregg Creek area hunting with my good friend Mike. We turned into a road at 20-kilometer. At the end of the road is a very large clearing with very humpy hills and rugged gully’s. The road enters at the NE end of the clearing. At the west side of the clearing is heavy bush. At the N-W side of the clearing is some bush that extends into the clearing about 300 meters like a peninsula.

Mike and I walked to the SW corner of the clearing, then started back. There was some moose tracks and a sign that a moose had been taken along that piece of road. Something was in the wooded area that juts into the clearing like a peninsula. Sticks snapped and other sounds that could be associated with a large animal.

I suspected Moose or Bear. I moved in on it, to try to hunt it, but even though I could not see it, I knew that it was moving with me as if to keep an eye on me.

I walked around the far side of the bush that jutted into the clearing. I started to feel that maybe I was being stalked or at least intently observed. At times I knew that my quarry was not far away and was just inside the timber but not within my sight.

My extensive experience as a big game hunter told me that I was not likely to see this thing and it was time to call off my pursuit. Besides, I had an uneasy feeling about this pursuit, because although I was hunting what ever it was, I realized that it was actually pacing me.

I got uneasy that it might be a Grizzly Bear so I left it alone and joined back up with Mike. We walked back to the truck. There was about 400 meters from where I broke off my pursuit. But there was a ravine and some bushy area that would enable what ever it was to be able to sneak up to within 50 meters of where we were parked.

We decided to have a bite to eat and a coffee before moving on. We had gotten about half way through our snack when we both got such an incredible uneasy feeling that we had to leave the clearing and do so immediately. Neither of us had heard anything, or seen anything. We are both very bush wise and experienced woodsmen. Neither of us had ever experienced such a powerful feeling before. We were supposed to leave and that was that. I asked Mike what he thought could be going on here, and he said that he had no idea but thought we should leave. He asked me what I thought. I said that I had no idea either, this feeling was something totally new to me. It wasn’t fear it was a super powerful feeling of not being welcome, go away. This we did. We finished our snack later as we drove away.

I have annually hunted big game since about 1964 and have never before ; or since ; had such an absolute "I have to get out of here NOW" feeling. Even though I have been in a couple of very tense situations with Bears and once with a Cougar this was a new and very strange feeling altogether.

2002 Mid to Late October:- I was in the Gregg Creek area on a camp out hunting trip with my hunting partner.

At 23.5 kilometer, not far from the last experience with Mike, there is a narrow road that turns Eastward. It goes 3 kilometers into the bush and ends up in a large clearing. Moose and Deer frequent this place during Hunting Season. About two-thirds of the way in, the road comes along a hill side just above a lovely little lake that is 500-600 meters long, and close to 400 meters wide. At the east end of the lake is a large swamp and marsh area. The road runs along a hillside which shirts the South side of the lake. As the road comes to the end of the lake it drops down the hill and turns to the left, rounds the end of the marshy swamp, then turns right.

It was just after daybreak. I decided that my hunting partner drop me off at this road. I wanted to walk in this road to the far end of the Lake, check things out, and walk back to the main road. My hunting partner went to check out another place and would pick me up on the way back to Camp at lunch time.

As I walked along the road just above the lake I could hear what sounded like a Loon across the lake going “Wooooooo- ^oop” , “Wooooooo- ^oop” repeateded several times over the next 5 or 6 minutes. The sound came from across the lake and seemed to be coming from back in the bush from the lake shore. This didn’t make sense. Loons do not hang out back in the bush. They can barely walk on clear ground, so what would a Loon be doing way back there? There isn’t any water back there on the slope of a hill !

When I got around the end of the lake I hid in the bushes on the edge of the road and started to do Moose calls. It wasn’t long before I got an answer from a Moose. It was across the road and a long way back in the swamps.

Soon it was time to start walking back out to the main road to be picked up.

As we had lunch at Camp I told my hunting partner about the Moose answering me and that I had seen some Moose tracks on the road just past the little Lake. We decided to drive into that place and see what we can come up with.

After lunch we drove into another place and hunted for a couple of hours. Then drove into the road where the little lake is, planning to hunt the clearing at the end of the road.

As we came to the bottom of the hill at the far corner of the lake, just before the left hand bend in the road, something caught our attention. We stopped the truck to check it out.

There is a opening through the willow growth about 60 feet wide (20 meters) and 150 meters (yards) long in this corner of the swampy marsh. In the middle of this opening about 50 meters (yards) away from us is a clump of willows. This clump is up to 5 meters (15 feet) tall and about as wide as a average man could spread out his arms. It is sparse enough to see through but at the same time dense enough to hide behind. The water in this spot is likely close to half way up to knee deep and the swamp grass is about waist high.

This clump of willows looks like it is on a small patch of ground above the water but is likely still soft and muddy. Right behind this clump of willows we can see movement. Something that seems to be 5 to 6 feet tall is hiding behind those willows and watching us. Every few seconds we can see slight movement, but can not make anything out. Too short and too small for a Moose. Couldn’t be a Deer. Could be a Bear, except Bears don’t behave like that. Too large for a Porcupine or anything like that. A Wolf ? No, that doesn’t seem right either, too tall. Another hunter ? No, that’s just plain stupid ! This is weird. Doesn’t match up with anything we come up with.

My hunting partner called out, “Hello There”! We saw a movement as if what was behind there was simply shifting to try for a better look at us. We both have 9X Scopes on our rifles, and carry 10X Binoculars. Even with these powerful Optics we still could not see enough to make out what was behind those willows.

We sat there long enough to watch and talk for a few minutes, pour a coffee from our thermos, drink the coffee and eat a sandwich, and have another half cup of coffee.

Estimating about 15 to 20 minutes. I walked to the very edge of the road to get a better look, but to no avail. What ever was watching us was obviously too afraid of us to move. We finally decided to just leave and no longer bother who or what was behind those willows. Some three hours later when we drove past there on our way back to camp our observer was gone. But, to this very day the questions are still there.

Based on what I personally understand, and Mike also, about the dietary needs of wildlife and from what I have read in articles written by other researchers, it seems that after Sasquatch has acquired the sap laden bark, they would lick the sap to get the mineral content. I don’t know if they actually eat the bark, and I really doubt that they would. But we have strongly come to believe that Sasquatch does peel the Aspen trees in order to lick the mineral rich sap. Also, these Aspen Tree peelings seem to only take place in the early spring when the Sap is at it’s freshest with mineral.

After peeling the bark from an Aspen tree, it seems they must take the bark with them. When we would find these bark peeled Aspen trees we could not find any of the bark left lying around anywhere.

Not far up the old grass covered trail from where we came across these markers and Aspen tree peelings we came to where the road was too overgrown with willow to walk any further.

Looking down I noticed what looked like a pressure spot in the grass. Mike quickly picked up a direction of movement and came upon a footprint. I progressed from there and found more of what looked like partial footprints that lead up a rocky bluff. There was only the one footprint that was clearly identifiable. We video taped it and took a couple of still snapshots.

Checking out the immediate area we could not find any more identifiable footprints, but this one was extremely fresh, only hours or maybe just minutes old, and a remarkable find.

It had rained that morning and stopped raining around 7:00 - 8:00 A.M.. It was now 2:00 PM , so we knew without any reservation, that this footprint was most definitely fresh. We now knew that Sasquatch was somewhere close by.

It was about a 2-kilometer walk back to the truck and the mosquitoes were a horrible problem, so by 3:00 pm we decided to head back. Along the way out we stopped to video and snapshot the Aspen trees that were peeled.

One Aspen tree had fresh teeth marks in the bark. Actually there was two separate bites that are side by side giving the impression of just a single bite, but actually there is two bites side by side. Judging from the rate of discoloration that was taking place in the freshly exposed wood of that tree and the other damaged trees in the area, we concluded that the teeth marks were likely only a few hours old. This was not hard to consider because the color of the freshly exposed wood fiber inside the teeth marks had actually changed color since we first saw them 2 hours earlier.

The teeth marks indicated that some one or something had bitten into the tree bark possibly to sample the taste. A few inches away there were Finger Nail marks gouged into the tree bark on both sides of a large peel that went up the side of the tree. The bark likely tasted right so fingers were used to break through the bark to get a good hold and peel it up.

OR, possibly it was a youth who tried to use his teeth to open the bark instead of his fingers. This is also possible because the bite mark was only about 4 1/2 feet from the ground. Another tree close by had teeth marks at the edge of a small bark peel just 10-12 inches from the ground.

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This Photo was taken two hours after this was first found. In that two hour period the exposed wood fiber had already darkened. Therefore two hours earlier this was incredibly fresh indeed.

These teeth marks did not look like they belonged to any wild animal that I know of. They were perfectly clear, and when looking inside the marks the individual teeth were clear as could be, and even the different shapes of each individual tooth’s crown could be easily seen. I am positive that this is not the bite mark of any known animal.

It appeared in every way to be a bite from human teeth except for being larger, and a bit more flat, less jaw curvature, across the very front teeth, also the teeth were very large. I am very familiar with the teeth of Moose and Deer, Porcupines, Beaver, and other large animals that reside in the interior of BC. Every animal I could think of didn’t seem to fit. The only real possibility was Moose. But then I put on my pair of 3.5 power magnification eye glassed. Looking carefully at where the upper teeth had rested during the bite I clearly saw indentations from teeth. Well that leaves out the Moose, because Moose do not have upper teeth. They have a hard leathery type of palate, or if you prefer like an upper gum cover. This is not for biting, it is for a grinding type motion. With these magnifying glasses on I was not able to draw any other conclusion than to say that the bite mark was most likely Sasquatch. Also, this bite mark was on a freshly peeled tree.

The real eye catcher when I carefully examined every aspect of the bite mark and individual teeth marks, is that in every way it looked to me that it was a very large human that bit that tree.

Because of the incredible clarity of the bite mark and the individual teeth being so clearly seen inside the bite mark, the gaps between the teeth even the individual shapes of each tooth’s identifying crown, there is nobody that will ever convince me that this was done by anything else but a Sasquatch.

May 6, 2005 (Two days later)  Marlene and I went for a drive back into the same area, 26.5 kilometer.

However, along our way we took some time to check out another place that passes by a nice lake and passes through some old second growth logging. This was in the 15-kilometer road. There is a nice lake back there and the area is well grown up with second growth from logging that took place 25 years ago.

About 600 meters in from the main road there is a T-junction of the roads. At this place there is also a gravel bank going up to the top of a ridge that rises 20-25 feet (7-8 meters) above the road. Coming down this gravel bank I noticed what looked like large footprints sliding in the gravel. Although they were not identifiable they were larger than my size 9 boots.

I decided to climb up the gravel bank to see if there was anything interesting up top. Once on the top I noticed what looked like large pressed down areas in the grass. The grass was a blend of grass, moss and vine type growth. It was only about an inch deep and sparse with hard ground showing between. The pressed down spots were 12 to 15 inches in length (30-38 cm) and around half the width. They were hard to make out and looked like they could have been large footprints. They were spaced only 20 to 36 inches apart, (50-90 cm), appearing as if someone or something with large feet was just hanging around that place for a few minutes.

I followed these to where the hilltop had a steep slope going down to the road below. There was a flat spot just where the slope began to drop. A close look at this flat spot revealed a large BUM print. The two buttocks halves together made for a bum print that was approximately 12 inches long and 22 to 24 inches wide, (30 cm X 60 cm).  It was evident that considering the recent weather conditions and the appearance of the pressed down nature of the grass and moss that this BUM print was only hours old. I examined it carefully for any hair that might have been left behind.

From this spot there is an opening through the bush which offers the sitter a beautiful view of the landscape and surrounding area. Nice place to sit and contemplate. It was also a very windy spot on that day so any hair that might have been left behind was likely blown away.

Because of lighting conditions the photographs and video of this did not turn out.

Marlene and I then proceeded to drive further along the road.  Not much more than a kilometer further and we found some fresh footprints along the road. One set appeared to be from a juvenile or small adult. Also present was fresh tree breaks and arrow markers frequenting the roadside for the next kilometer. There was a trail lined with tree breaks going west into the second growth Spruce and Pine. ( Mike and I would come back later to investigate this location). 

We decided that it would be best if we left that area, as it was getting late, and went back to kilometer 26.5, where Mike and I, two days earlier, had found the tree breaks, the footprint, peeled Aspen trees and the Aspen tree with teeth marks. As we walked into this area we noticed that there was now some new markers that were not there two days earlier. When we got to where the footprint was I showed it to Marlene.

We then proceeded to walk up to the top of the rock bluff following what was left of the partial footprints that I had seen with Mike two days before. On the top and coming up from the east side was some fresh footprints that were not there earlier. They did not photograph very well but none the less they were clear to look at and could be identified as very fresh.

Mike and I returned back to that same place some three weeks later. Although we didn’t see any fresh markers or breaks we did find something else. Right where we had earlier found a large cluster of fresh tree breaks was lying the carcass of a dead 4-5 year old cow moose. It had been there for 5 to 8 days. Close examination indicated that it had sustained a broken neck. If that is what killed it then somebody or something large and powerful had been the culprit. The tongue, throat, and internal contents of the chest cavity had been removed. The abdomen appeared to be intact except for a hole in the side of the stomach region where crows and maggots had done their thing. None of the bulk meat portions had even been touched. This was incredibly weird. Totally out of context of anything I could imagine.

To complicate the situation even more, the tall grass around the moose had been literally trampled down in a complete circle around the carcass, yet nothing had fed on it. There was a flood of animal tracks all around the general area. Black Bear tracks, some Coyote tracks, tracks from a single wolf, and the incredibly fresh tracks from a small Grizzly Bear. All of these had trampled the grass surrounding the dead moose and yet nothing fed on it, not a single bite mark could be seen.

I have seen some strange things in the bush in my 59 + years. I have always lived in the country since the age of five. I began wandering around in the bush by the age of six and haven’t stopped since. I have never in all my life seen anything so puzzling.

2005 , Mid- June;- In the Gregg Creek area at 13-kilometer. Mike and I drove about 5 kilometers into the back of an older clearing at the end of the road. Earlier in the year we had found a significant amount of fresh Sasquatch related evidence along this road. We figured it was about time to check it out again. Although we did not find anything of interest while in there, on our way out was a different story. We came across fresh tree breaks and arrow type pointers that weren't there before. Some of them were very fresh.

A week later Mike and I went into a road at 8.5 kilometer. There we found fresh footprints, one of which was quite clear. It was of a Sasquatch juvenile who’s footprint was about 10 inches long. Other footprints were on the road but only the one was clear enough to positively identify.

It was only about 400 meters further where the road came to an end in a clearing that extended 300 meters joining up with the next clearing. I took out my hardwood baseball bat from the truck. Then I made a very loud call that is associated with Sasquatch vocalizations. It sounds much like a Loon Call, “GGooooo ^ OOP”.

After repeating this sound three times in rapid succession I banged on a dry log with my baseball bat. Immediately I got an unexpected response. Not more that 200 meters away a Moose let out a freightened grunt and took off like a scared rabbit. Not quite what I expected. I’m sure the Moose felt the same way.

I repeated my series of noises and immediately heard a Sasquatch vocalize back to me from across the ravine, and half way up the next hill, probably 500 meters away. Right after that I quickly repeated my series of noises and immediately heard a Sasquatch vocalize back to me from the next clearing about 300 meters away. As hard as I tried I could not get them to respond again.

It was now about an hour and a half later and getting towards dusk. I didn’t want to say anything to Mike in case he thought I was imagining things, but for the last 15 or so minutes I thought I could occasionally hear faint voices in the bush 200 meters/Yards behind us.

Finally Mike asked me, “Do you hear that ?” “What”, I asked. Mike responds, “Back down the road where we first enter this clearing, just inside the bush, maybe 400 meters away from us, I keep hearing these voices talking.” I said, that I thought I heard something over there but I have been hearing these voices just behind us in the bush maybe 200 meters away. Mike says back to me, “I’ve been listening to them for 20 minutes already, I figured surely you must be hearing them too. But, those voices over there are hard to hear.”

It wasn’t long before dark set in and we left. On our way out we checked the road to see if anyone else had come in. No, we were the only people in there. That place was way too far for anyone to have walked into through the bush. Besides the voices seemed to be slightly different from normal voices. We never did come to any conclusions why, just different.

Four days later   Marlene and I went back there behind 8.5 kilometer. This time we didn’t see any footprints, and we didn’t hear any Sasquatch answer my calls. But, the last hour that we were there we kept hearing voices talking in the bush behind us 200 or Meters away. Right where Mike and I had heard them four days earlier. I wanted to drive through the washout before it got real dark, otherwise it could be risky, so we left.

In late July  I decided to take a drive into an area behind Gregg Creek.   There is farming and ranching going on back there and I was hoping to be able to talk to one of the farmers to ask if there was any strange happenings that he might be aware of.

Luckily I did get to speak with one of them and he informed me that back in early June he had lost one of his cattle. He found it way back in the bush . There was no road access to it, and it was far too distant for any rustler to have walked all that way back.

What he found real strange was that the cow appeared to have be killed by bludgeoning or possibly by a broken neck. The cow had been left lying belly down with all four legs, tail and head stretched out to resemble a big star fish. It hadn’t been dismembered at all and didn’t appear to have been fed on by any wild animals. He estimated the time of death to have been early June. He didn’t turn it over to look at the underside, why bother. But, he said it did look as if some upper internal body parts might have been removed.

He said that over the years he has seen a lot of dead cattle for one reason or another, but, he has never in all his life seen such a strange sight as that cow looking like a big stretched out star fish. He didn’t disturb the remains, and just left the cow there for anything that wanted to eat it.

2005 Mid October Gregg Creek in the road at 20-kilometer. It was hunting season and the season was open for Calf Moose. I was hunting with my wife, Marlene and my brother Rick. We were hunting in the same road only one kilometer from where the incident of 2000 had taken place. That was when Mike and I felt we were not welcome and had to leave the area.

Marlene is a well seasoned hunter who has 30 years experience hunting with me. She has bagged Moose and really enjoys hunting. Rick is also a very well seasoned and exceptionally competent hunter, as well as a being a very good marksman.

If I ever got into a tight pinch out in the bush, where I needed some serious help, he is the only person that I would want to back me up above anyone else that I have ever known. He is a cool head and knows what he is doing, and doesn’t get excited until the job has been done. He has around 4 years more experience than I do as a dedicated and well seasoned big game hunter.

Between the two of us we shared, at that time, a total of some 86 or 87 years of experience big game hunting, tracking and calling large game animals. Add my wife into this and we have a total of more than 115 years experience. I say this to emphasize the point that all three of us know what we are doing and what is going on when we are out in the bush.

My right shoulder was recovering from major surgery, so I would have to shoot left handed. This is hard for a right handed person with a right handed rifle.  That meant that I would have to leave the shooting up to Marlene, except in an emergency.

We drove into this area as described above and turned into a small road to the south that goes to the back end of the clearing. Marlene spotted a cow and calf moose about 70 meters (yards) away standing in a small opening. A clear shot hit the calf hard. Surprisingly, as the cow moose spun around and disappeared into the bush that they had just come out of, so did the calf.

Marlene and I quickly went into the bush angling to our right with hopes to head them off.  We missed them somewhere, so we went directly to where the calf had been standing when it was hit. If we saw what we expected to see we, would know that the calf would not be very far away. We saw what we expected. Now we knew that the calf must be down and close by. We followed the trail of tracks about 50 meters, to where the tracks and evidence of the calf stopped right beside a small spruce tree. But, where was the calf ?

By this time it was now around 5 minutes since the shot was fired. We had seen the tracks from the cow who was on the move to get out of the country, but, where was the calf ? All sign of it had completely vanished right beside the small spruce tree.

As we were contemplating the situation we heard a noise. Probably 100 meters away, more or less, we heard a loud “plop-thud” kind of sound. The sound you would expect to hear if a large animal body were being dropped onto hard ground or cement from a considerable height.

My first thought was that a Grizzly Bear had gotten the moose calf. A close examination of the last spot where the calf had stood, beside the small Spruce tree, did not show any sign of the calf dropping, or lying down, and there were no drag marks. It was as if the calf had stopped and then been simply plucked up off the ground.

We went to where we had heard the dropping noise come from, and, nothing. No tracks, no footprints, no sign of anything. The ground was dry and very hard so anything with soft bottom feet like a Bear would not leave any visible tracks.

But this didn’t make any sense. A calf moose at that time of year is about 300 pounds live weight. Even a large Grizzly Bear would have to drag at least the legs.

Marlene and I scoured the area for more than two hours. We got Rick and the three of us combed an area 200 meters wide and 400 meters deep for another five hours. Not a single sign of that calf moose could be found anywhere. That adds up to 19 man hours of searching an area of that size by highly experienced people, and still drawing a blank.

I went back there a week later and found strange looking fresh tree breaks. I revisited that same location the following spring time and found some more fresh evidence that is without doubt Sasquatch related.

2006. ... SPRING ; APRIL & MAY I live in a pleasant subdivision of 62 homes out in the country, 8 miles (12 km), west from Prince George BC, Canada . There is acreage and farms all around our subdivision. Across the highway and about 800 yards west is a large farm ; with other fields adjoining to total about 100 acres. going further west, there is another several hundred of various far fields. A large, wide, power line right of way cuts through the area. Behind all of this is miles upon miles of bush.

It is very common to have wildlife frequenting our subdivision. Moose and Deer are constant visitors. During the summer months Black Bears are a common problem. Grouse are frequently seem feeding in people’s yards. The voices of Coyotes often stir up the neighborhood dogs.

On April 10, 2006, I was standing on my front porch at 3:00 AM while my dog did his thing.

While I was on the porch waiting for my dog I heard a very loud long mournful howl type sound coming from the back of the farm that is across the highway and a few hundred meters west. Then I heard it a second and third time. When I heard it the third time all the dogs in that back area began barking wildly.

Then I heard what sounded as if the dogs had something cornered. The dogs were barking furiously. Suddenly their voices took on a higher pitch as if they were frightened to death of something. Whatever it was, it was yelling at the dogs in a screaming yelling type voice, and the dogs were yelping as if in fear.

I had heard that type of sound before but it took a bit of time for me to remember. Oh, Yes, it was on the internet. That was when I realized that I was hearing a Sasquatch. By the time I went in the house and got my video camera and parabolic microphone, things had gotten quiet, except for the odd dog bark.

I left the sound equipment running and stayed out there waiting. At 9 minutes and 42 seconds I heard a long mournful wailing sound off in the distance. Then about 15 -20 seconds later I heard it again but very faint.

I had never heard that particular type of sound before in my entire life. Based on recordings that I had heard on the internet that are supposed to be made by Sasquatch, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind at all. I had just heard Sasquatch.

If you want to hear recordings that are incredibly close to what I heard you can check these out. Log onto the internet then go to these websites.

This is what I eventually Recorded PRESS TO PLAY   April-10-06.mp3

First I heard almost exactly like the 1994 Moaning Howl from Columbiana County, Ohio. This can be heard at http://www.bfro.net/AVEVID/MJM/ohrec.asp

Then when the dogs seemed to have the Sasquatch cornered the sound I heard was very much like the; 1978 Whoop-Howl from Snohomish County, Wash. which can be heard at http://www.bfro.net/AVEVID/MJM/ss-snobf.wav

After the excitement ended I went to my computer and downloaded the sounds from my camcorder into a file. Then I brought up Sasquatch sounds that I had downloaded from the internet. ( as described above )

Bingo, I had a match. Now I knew that Sasquatch had visited my neighborhood and received a very negative welcoming committee of dogs.

April 11, 2006 at 7:30 In the morning. , I went over to the area where the noises had come from and found fresh Sasquatch type breaks on the willow trees. Upon examination the sap on the break fragments was still wet and tasted sweet-bitter. Some imprints were visibly on the ground, but could not be clearly seen as the ground was still frozen. I now knew that this was where the Sasquatch had been just a few hours earlier.

The next day, April 12, I got an e-mail from a fellow who lives just on the other side of the power line right of way, not more than 400 meters from the tree breaks where Sasquatch had been standing. This fellow had been standing at his bedroom window at 2:00 AM , just 47 hours after the incident with Sasquatch and the dogs, when he heard strange vocalizations coming from that same patch of woods. He said it sounded like people mumbling to each other, but they did not quite sound like people. They were talking to each other but they weren’t loud enough to make anything out of what they were saying. But they didn’t sound like people. At least not like we would normally sound like.

After receiving this fellow’s e-mail I decided that further investigation would be warranted. So, I stayed up that night and waited until 1:00 AM ; April 13, 2006 ; and went back to the area in question with my sound equipment.

It was a cool night with relatively clear skies, and exceptionally soupy thick ground fog. This ground fog was from just a couple of meters deep to places as much as nearly the height of the trees. At times it was so thick that when I was standing on the edge of the road I could barely see the other side of the road. And, this is a narrow little country road just wide enough for two vehicles to comfortably pass each other.

I was positioned between two large fields so that I could pick up sounds from all directions at long distances. At 3:30 AM the ground fog had eased up a bit where I was positioned so I decided to move position to where the road ran through the subject area with bush on both sides, close to where I had found the evidence the day before. It is a narrow road that runs close to the bush and on the other side of the road is some houses that are spaced about 200 and some 400 meters apart. All the houses are set far back off the road. The specific block of bush where I found the evidence covers about 30 acres.

I felt somewhat secluded standing there on the road beside the bush. I soon realized that none of the area dogs were making any noise. I quickly put on the headphones and turned on my parabolic microphone receiver. Within just a half minute or so, I heard slow, soft footsteps just across the fence in the bush. Range of visibility had deteriorated and was now only about 10 meters.

Something, and judging by the sound of the steps it is a bipedal, was walking in the dry grass and twigs and pine needles that covered the ground. I had to turn the parabolic microphone receiver volume down because the sound coming through the headphones was so loud it hurt my ears.

What ever or who ever is there, they are just across the fence not more than 15 to 20 meters away from me. When I made movement to remove the headphones the noise stopped. I stood still for a moment and the footsteps began. If I made any movement the footsteps stopped. If I stood still for a moment the footsteps started again. Very slow and very gentle, methodically and very carefully placed footsteps. The type of steps that you would expect to hear if someone wearing soft bottom moccasins were trying to sneak up on a Deer.

Judging by the sound they were most certainly being made by a heavy animal. The more I listened the more I realized that these steps were definitely not a 4 legged animal, but were most definitely being made by a bi-pedal. I calculated the footsteps to be just across the fence, in the bush, not more than 15 - 20 meters (50 feet) from me.

Regrettably, I had not had time to hook up my recording equipment to capture the sounds of the footsteps. As this was all taking place, I knew that if I were to reach into the truck to bring out my camcorder to record these sounds, it would likely bring a rapid end to this close encounter without anything being recorded. So I must be still and relish the moment.

Here I am standing there in the dark, soup thick ground fog, all by myself at 3:40 AM ; nobody else is around, I am out there all by myself, nobody even knows that I am out here, when I left home my wife was at work and my son was asleep, to come out here was a last minute spur of the moment decision, visibility was now only about 10 meters . I was being watched and being approached by heavy bi-pedal footsteps that were now not more that 15 or 20 meters away.

In all honesty, normally I would have felt some degree of fear. I thought to myself that this was very unusual because I did not actually feel afraid, but I did feel very uncomfortable. A powerful feeling of sheer stupidity began to descend upon me. No, it wasn’t fear, it was stupidity. Not a very intelligent thing to do. Yup, this was certainly a very stupid thing to be doing. If I was afraid I would not be ashamed to admit it. But for some strange reason that I do not know, I was not afraid and I should have been because I really am not a brave person at night in the dark. I am not some super macho brave in all circumstances person.

Sometimes, my inquisitiveness will appear to be bravery, when I would normally retreat with some degree of fear, I will sometimes remain just to find out what is going on or who/what is there. Neither am I a scaredy-cat nor a fearless warrior. Just a normal guy with normal emotions who is sometimes overly inquisitive.

So, I left that position and moved back to between the large fields. Other than the sounds of some coyotes, geese, and dogs I didn’t record anything that I could identify. That was all that happened that night. I decided to go back home at about 4:30 am.

After I got home, warmed up and thawed out, I began to think about what had just taken place. Very quickly I became exceedingly angry with myself. Why did I not continue to sit there when those footsteps were creeping up on me ? By leaving I literally blew one of the most incredible once in a lifetime chances that I could have ever prayed for. How, stupid could I have been to leave there? When I told my son what I had done he asked me, how stupid could you have been to be there ?

Well lessons are often learned the hard way. If I am ever so fortunate as to be in a similar situation again I will be more attentive about having recording equipment running ahead of time and will certainly not screw things up by leaving.

On April 22, 2006 Gregg Creek, 15-kilometer Road. My wife Marlene and I went for a drive back in the woods, into 15-kilometer where we had found a lot of Sasquatch evidence last spring and summer.

We found some fresh evidence in several places along with some fresh but poor quality foot prints. One juvenile foot print was in the soft mud beside a puddle with melting snow. I tried to cast it but the mud was too soft and the track dissipated quite badly ; leaving a casting that could not be identified.

We went further along the road and found only three or four fresh tree breaks, and two arrows.

Two days later on,  April 24, 2006 , Mike went to this same place to check around where Marlene and I had found the footprint in the mud. We picked up on a well used trail just a few steps away from the puddle with the footprint. It went into the second growth some 200 meters back through the bush. We found some incredible evidence back there ; some footprints in the dry grass, and some very elaborately constructed markers. It looked as if Sasquatch had spent some time there.

We drove down the road further and came to the most incredibly constructed “X” that I have ever seen. It is a stand alone construction with the legs of the X pushed into the ground with on leaning against a log just above ground level and the other leg being supported by some root debris. As you round the bend in the road this thing is right there in front of you and seems to be standing completely alone.

Later in the day, Mike and I went into an adjoining area, which is only two kilometers away in the 13-kilometer road . We found more fresh evidence and followed some fresh tree break markers. There was some vague foot prints in the grass but not good enough the make out the direction of travel. We examined the way the markers were bent. We picked up a line of several markers and followed them about three hundred meters up a high ridge. When we got to one marker we could see the next one, and when we got to that one, the next one came into view. We finally had to turn back. When we got back to the road we noticed that there were markers along the side of the road that could only be seen when driving in one direction and not from the other direction. On closer examination we picked up on faint trails that went into the second growth bush at these locations and went directly to the next marker. Now it was starting to make sense. Notice the direction of the markers and follow them, by doing so, you will be on the trail. “WOW”, these Sasquatch are a lot smarter than we have given them credit for.

At about 6:30 PM after a half hour of checking out a clearing at the end of the road I thought I would try a call. We had done some tree banging that didn't get any response so why not try a call.

I guess I should clarify the term “tree banging”. No, it is not banging your head on a tree out of frustration. Although that is more likely than you might think. No, it is not sneaking up on a tree and yelling BANG.

One of the ways that Sasquatch communicate out in the woods is to take a large stick or club and bang it really hard on a tree. If another Sasquatch hears this, he will usually answer, by doing the same thing.

However, me being a man who believes in doing things the right way, I have chosen to use a hardwood baseball bat being smashed against a dry log. Better effect.

I imitated the long mournful call that I had heard from my porch earlier that month. I made a long and mournful call through my birch bark megaphone that I use when hunting moose.

Immediately I got a friendly sounding vocal response followed by two quick tree bangs.

“WOOOOooooo - ^oOP” ; bang, bang. I tried my noise making several more times but no more response. We thought we heard voices about 20 minutes later but were not sure.

On May 10, 2006 I went for a drive into 15 kilometer and found a spot where there was many fresh Sasquatch footprints but none could be plaster casted. There was on spot beside a fresh tree break where it looked like a Sasquatch trail came to the road. Close to the tree break I found many footprints as if a large adult and a smaller adult and one or two youngsters had mulled about. Here is a picture showing multiple footprints. It took me nearly an hour to sort out each individual print.

After 3 or so hours I left there and went to Gregg Creek 13-kilometer. I found some fresh evidence that was not there on my previous trip with Mike. As I slowly drove down the road I stopped to photograph a large arrow marker close to the road. I was sure that I had photographed it last spring but I thought I would do so again just in case I hadn’t.

I took a picture then got into my truck. As I put my truck in gear and started to move I noticed a footprint in the sandy gravel at the edge of the road. I stopped the truck and got out for a better look.

I noticed the impression of five toes as part of the footprint. It was clear enough to photograph, which I did, but was not quality enough to plaster-cast. The footprint was 16.5 inches long (40-42 centimeters) and 9.5 inches wide (23-24 centimeters). Looking up and down the road there was several visibly smooth spots in the shape of footprints but none were clearly identifiable. The pattern indicated a possible bi-pedal stride of about four feet between pressure spots.

After taking photographs I drove about one kilometer (half mile) up the road, then up a side road leading to the back end of a freshly logged clearing which adjoined an old second growth clearing. The main road wound around this old clearing and into an newer clearing behind the old second growth clearing. It started to rain very large, sparsely spaced, rain drops so I had to leave my sound equipment in my truck. I stood just a few steps from the bush line overlooking the area. I decided to do a long drawn out mournful vocalization. Nothing responded. I waited 20 or 30 seconds then did another. Again waited about 30 seconds then did another call.

Immediately I heard a voice yell back to me , "WHAAAAAAAT" ?... It sounded like the voice of a young man ; slightly gravelly but quite human. It was somewhere about 400 to 500 meters away in the direction of the back clearing. Shortly after that, I heard what sounded like two men talking, coming from close to that same spot where the answer had come from.

I thought that I had just disturbed some spring bear hunters. I decided to drive around to find them and apologize. There wasn’t anyone to be seen anywhere when I got to the back clearing. The only way out would take them past me so I would have surely seen them. The only way in that area was by the road, and even that was too far to walk in. Upon closer examination of the road surface I found that I was making the only fresh vehicle track on that road. It appeared that no one else was in that area, only me.

I could not get any further response to anything I tried, so I left.

June 2006; Gregg Creek, 11-kilometer... I drove into the old road at 11-kilometer. I saw some reasonably fresh tree breaks as well as a large star on the side of the road.

This star (often called pinwheel) was made from 3 long willow trees broken off and each one about the same length, 8 feet or so. Their branches had been broken off and they were placed across the center point of each to form the star. I photographed this and went along my way.

Leaving there I drove into the road at 8.5-kilometer that leads to some old forest at the edge of some new logging.

This place was a real hot bed of both old and fresh evidence in May and June of 2005 when we had found some fresh footprints in here, and had on one evening gotten two separate vocal responses to my calling and tree banging followed later by voices in the trees behind us. On a second occasion about two weeks later, I had come to this place with Marlene. That time we heard voices in the trees behind us 200 to 300 meters away.

I turned my vehicle around when I got to where the road was now washed out. Only 150 meters from where we had been standing last year when we heard the vocals and voices.

I drove 75 meters back in the direction that I had just come from and stopped. This is a good spot with a goog view.  I poured myself a coffee, giving time for the noises I had made to settle down. After drinking my coffee I began to make vocalizations and banging my baseball bat on a dry log. I had made several long mournful drawn out vocalizations and tree bangs with no response.

In order to have good hearing and the possibility of acquiring some quality audio recordings from a long distance away, I had my Parabolic Microphone turned on and plugged into my Camcorder as the recording device.

One more time I vocalized and banged on the dry log. All of a sudden some 300 (plus) meters across the clearing, and inside the bush, coyotes started to howl. They did so for a couple of minutes then went quiet. Just before they went quiet I thought I heard a voice mixed in with their howls. A few minutes later I heard them again but this time they were quite a long way off. Again, I thought I heard voice sounds coming from that direction, but I was not sure. I knew that there was no body else in the area. I was on the only road access to that spot. So, if I did hear voices they couldn’t be people.

I waited a few minutes then made another mournful call. This was responded to by what sounded like an owl. This owl sound seemed to come from the same spot where I had first heard the coyotes. Then another owl started up , then another. It now sounded like there was three owls trying to out hoot each other. They were having a Hoot-A-Thon.

Then as quickly as they started, all went silent. I waited for several minutes then again made a long mournful sound. Just a split second before I made the call, as I was taking a deep breath, there was a gravely voice that vocalized from that same place.

I made my call and listened. It wasn’t long before the owl sounds started up again. One, two then a third owl. Then I picked up on the sound of a voice mixed in with the owl sounds. Then the owl sounds started to sound not so much like owls. They went from “Hooo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo” to a sound like “HooWaaah WHaaa WHaaa WHaaa “ almost reminding me of some sort of a large tropical bird laughter. Then I thought to myself, they also sound similar to an African Hyena when they do that laughing-barking type sound when they are trying to chase a Lion away from his kill. Yup, that’s probably more like it.

All of a sudden all went quite. After some ten minutes I decided to leave and head home as it was now starting to get dark. I had my recording equipment and baseball bat already loaded in my truck when I decided to try just one more vocalization before leaving.

So, I huffed up big lungs full of air and let out as loud a vocalization as I could generate. Half way through this my voice gave out, my throat began to sting and I started coughing and hacking.

The owl sounds started up with all three individuals trying to out hoot each other. Then all of a sudden a voice came into the background with a laughing sound. Not a normal human type laugh, but a laugh like, “WHaaa WHaaa WHaaa WHaaa WHaaa WHaaa ”.

Well, I am not likely the first person to ever be laughed at by what is probably a Sasquatch ; But, I am probably the first person to admit to it.

I would like to say that I am sure that a lot of people have heard a lot of Sasquatch related sounds out in the bush and didn’t even know that they were experiencing something very special. Sounds that are similar to what you would normally hear while out in the bush are usually not even noticed by most people most of the time. And yet, those could be the very sounds that are the special ones.

Sasquatch will imitate Coyote sounds, some Bird sounds, maybe even our voices, and two favorites of theirs are Loon sounds and Owl sounds. Those big hairy mimickers are good at what they do. Good enough to fool even the most experienced of us.

If you should ever be fortunate enough to hear Sasquatch and realize that you are likely hearing Sasquatch, enjoy the experience, make the most of it, answer them back. Who knows, you might even have a new and strange friend by the end of the day.

August 4, 2006 Gregg Creek, 7.5-kilometer. Marlene and I decided to go for a drive in a road that we had never driven on before. It is an old road about 25 years old. Getting very narrow and closed in with willow growth.

About half way in something caught my attention. I stopped and we investigated. It was two fresh tree breaks. I also noticed some footprints in the grass.  They were definately fresh. I took pictures and we move on.

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We drove to about 2 kilometer when we came to where the road was no longer passable. Then turned around and came back about a half kilometer. A road turns off on our right that is like the one we are driving on.

We had seen some Sasquatch evidence, tree breaks and footprints, on the way in, some of which looked to be quite fresh. I decided to turn up this road to see where it would go. It only went in about a half kilometer and came to where there was two large trees across the road. Just past these trees is more trees across the road then things open up into an old clearing that is partially overgrown, probably 15 years old.

When we came to the first trees across the road I decided to stop and have a look around. It was time to stretch the old legs anyway. I got out of my Jeep and walked around the front of it, stopped and looked down. There it was right close to my foot was a very clear Sasquatch footprint. Wow, this was incredible.

I examined the footprint carefully and based on recent weather and the condition of the footprint it had to be less than 24 hours old. It measured 14-inches long and 6-inches wide, 35-cm by 10-cm). One of the clearest footprints that I have seen, but unfortunately it was in hard sandy gravel and tiny sticks and debris, so I could not plaster cast it although I did get some nice photographs. Talk about Luck, the right place at the right time, almost stepped on it and I almost didn’t bother to drive up this crappy little road.

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August 2006 Mid-August . Gregg Creek, 6-kilometer. I’m not sure of the exact date. Marlene and I decided to go for drive into this old road that cuts through some 30 year old logging and thick second growth and passes around several areas of logging that varies from 1 to 10 years old. This old road was upgraded about 6 or 7 years ago so the loggers could easily drive heavy machinery through the area to access their newer work. This road is about 3 kilometers long, very narrow with willow growth that is again closing in on the sides, plus there is some spots with quite bad mud to get through.

We were about half way through when something caught my attention off the my left. I stopped my Jeep, and got out to investigate. It was a stump that is about 4-5 inches in diameter and about 4 1/2 feet tall. This small tree was original broken off leaving this stump with a jagged top. Right on top of this stump and carefully place was a large mushroom.

I examined how the mushroom was lying there on it’s side and quickly came to the conclusion that whoever placed it there did so with great care so it wouldn’t roll off and fall. Close examination of the mushroom showed that it did not have a single blemish mark or bruise of any kind. Therefore, it could not possibly have been put there by a large bird or Squirrel, besides, it was too big for a Squirrel to carry.

There is no known North American animal that has soft enough appendages to have picked that mushroom gentle enough and meticulously place it on that tree stump and to have not bruised or blemish that mushroom in any way, except a human with a gentle touch ; or someone with hands and intelligence enough to gently pick and place that mushroom just right. A beak or teeth would certainly have left marks and blemishes on the mushroom.

Further close examination showed that it had been plucked from the ground and the tiny little hair roots on the bottom were still damp. It was a dry day with mild breezes. Therefore, there was absolutely no doubt, that mushroom had been picked only minutes before. Even if it had been picked an hour before those tiny little hair roots would have been dry. Whoever picked that mushroom must be close by.

I photographed the mushroom and we went along our way. There was very little evidence of tree breaks along side the road as we drove through. What tree breaks we did see could have just as easily been caused by Moose browse, with the exception of a couple of breaks that didn’t look very fresh.

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About 500 meters from where the mushroom was, we came to where the road had been washed out. The washout is about 6-7 meters wide and about waist deep. I took a stick and tested the soft mud at the bottom. It would likely be almost knee deep.

Well, I drive a Jeep with good mud tires, a two inch lift, and a 6000 lb winch. There is no reason why this washout and mud hole should stop me from going on. There was some short log pieces sticking out of the mud and ground on the other side. These had to be cut off and removed before I could try driving through. I took out my chain saw and cut those pieces off and threw them to the side.

Marlene and I spoke while I did this, so we actually made quite a lot of noise. Chain saws make a lot of noise especially when you rev them up and cut wood, and this wood was hard to cut. It was water soaked and kept binding the saw blade. It took at least 20 minutes to cut these and to make things ready so I could try to drive through.

After the obstructions had been removed, Marlene stood back out of the way while I put the Jeep into 4-wheel drive and drove into the washout and up the other side. It was a tough hole to get through with mud flying all around as the tires were spinning and slowly chewing their way.

Just as I topped the bank on the other side I heard Marlene yell to me, “Leo there was something over there in the bush!” When I got up the other side I quickly shut off the engine and got out of the Jeep. Marlene told me that just as I came up the other side of the washout something very large took off crashing through the bush from behind a fallen tree that was only about 25-30 meters (yards) away.

Something or somebody had been hiding behind the fallen tree watching us. When I went over there to investigate as to what it could have been I could not see anything. There was actually two trees that had fallen together and the undergrowth made it too difficult to bother walking around to the other side to investigate.

I wondered if who or what had been there, might be connected with the mushroom.

We drove around in those back woods for the rest of the day, heading home when it started getting dark

There was one place we drove into when dusk was beginning to descend. It was a short road that turned off the main road and went up the side of a large hill. There is a somewhat small clearing at the top which is likely about 10 acres in size. At the back side is a rock face with a few small Spruce trees growing in front of it. I was going to go for a walk about, but it was getting late an getting cool.

I looked at that rock face through my binoculars ; couldn’t say for sure but it looked like some dark shadow on the rock face behind the small Spruce trees. The trees appear to be 2-3 meters high ; big enough to shelter an opening in that rock face. Well, no time to check it out today, so I GPS marked it to go back to another day.

Hunting season opens up in early September and partially closes on November 3 , with the rest of the hunting season closing at the end of November. By early December there is generally getting to be too much of what winter brings to be conducting research out in the bush.

Throughout hunting season I found some Sasquatch evidence but nothing significant. My brother had come to Prince George for a hunting trip. One day he had something follow him up a road and then back down. He said it seemed to be something large. The behavior was not like a Wolf, Bear or Cougar. When he would try to see what it was, it seemed to be hiding from him. When he would continue along his way it would follow him. The experience really had him confused as to what his follower could be.

Hunting season ended, winter has set in. Now I will process with my research work from the spring, and in the mean time, plan out my work for the coming spring time.