On April 19, 2015, myself and colleagues again returned to an area which I have spent much time in over the years, with it’s long history of possible encounters as well as continued reports which come to light every now and then.
The Riverside Recreation area, where in 1986 one of the more interesting and amazing incidents occurred which I have personally investigated, was revisited again, and some filming was done for a future DVD documentary.
I am still amazed how much of the sighting location has changed since 1986. Tracks which were found along a small creek bank (Buldbeard Creek) was basically an open area back then, is now filled with new-growth trees. Only a few of the old growth which were there in 1986, as well as the rock slide area, now make the the spot even recognizable. When filming at the campsite itself, it was rather humorous to have the camp host walk up to our group wondering who we were, and finding out about our interest in the Sasquatch, immediately let out a tirade of “Oh, that’s only a legend”; “There is no such thing”; “The story about what happened here in 1986, never happened”; etc, etc.
When I identified myself as the fellow who investigated the incident in 1986, he calmed down somewhat but we sure didn’t change his mind on the subject at all. Before this, we had drove up high above the Chilliwack River Valley, which gave us a great view of the area. The photo below is looking down the valley .
Afterwards, we headed up the Nesakwatch FSR. A very enjoyable day out in the forests of British Columbia but, again, nothing of real interest Sasquatch-wise was encountered.
Today, April 13, 2015, myself along with Brad and Jason, decided to check out an area which was fairly close by on a local FSR where I was told a possible Sasquatch sighting had occurred just a few weeks before. The gent walked up to me while I was at the Co-op filling station in Hatzic, BC. He was in a hurry so I gave him one of my cards and he agreed to call to set up a proper interview for a later date.
However, he did give me enough information as to figure out the location. We felt we could at least check the area out in the meantime, as I knew the bridge in question, having been there a number of times in the past. My two colleagues had also been there before, as well. The bridge in question is in the photo below.
The witness in this case reported that he was traveling over the bridge and was following the road as it veered left up a slight upgrade when he spotted a large, black, upright figure disappearing into the trees on the drivers side of the road, about 300 hundred feet beyond the bridge. The witness did slow down as he passed the spot but did not stop. I hope to get a lot more details soon.
Our searching of the area did uncover what appears to be a game trail about where he claims to have seen the animal (see photo below) but of course there were no footprints or any other evidence in the area to support the sighting. This was not surprising considering all the rain that has fallen.
So another possible sighting? Hopefully more will come to light in the following days.
This video was was made during the Easter long weekend of 2015. It has already drawn angry responses on youtube, by self-deluded individuals who prefer to attack myself personally, rather than offer any counter-argument.
Just for the record, I am not stating that all such evidence is nonsense. I am just saying that, in 37 years of investigation, so far I have not found any evidence of Sasquatch being involved in any stick structure that I have seen. Nor do I see evidence in the vast number of other investigations done by researchers who assume a Sasquatch is responsible.
You need evidence to make such a statement, and so far all I see is personal opinions, and wishful thinking.
This past Easter weekend, myself and some colleagues again decided to venture into the mountains to search for evidence for the existence of the Sasquatch.
Being a long weekend with the weather nice, and the fact I have encountered this situation more times in the past than I can count, I should have remembered beforehand that every Tom, Dick and Harry from the cities with campers or a tent head out into the accessible areas of our forests, to consume too much beer, scream and howl like morons, and just behave like spoiled idiots. And let’s not forget going home the last day leaving tons of trash behind.
Such was the case again during this Easter weekend of 2015. We had planned to return to an area of one of my better-known investigations to relive some of my recollections, and search the area once again for a fish stringer a Sasquatch was purported to have stolen from a campsite in 1986.
However, our plans had to change drastically when the the place was found to be over-flowing with campers so numerous, that every pullout within 5 kilometers seemed to have three or four tents and RVs, packed in like sardines.
We ended up traveling approximately 10 kilometers into the high-country before we had any room to search without running into the Bundy family, partying with Adams family. One group of face-panted weirdos, marching down a dirt road, reminded me of a group of hippies in company with a circus freak show; would you believe the head moron was leading the way blowing on a bullhorn which he’d wrapped around his upper torso?
Well, any Sasquatch, or any other wildlife, would have kept well hidden on such an occasion when their normally peaceful wilderness home gets invaded by the, ‘NIGHT OF THE LIVING BRAIN-DEAD’. The ironic thing is: these folks are just the type who, when they learn of our interest in the Sasquatch mystery, have the nerve to call us strange. Some people never grow up.
On the spur of the moment last night (March 21, 2015) I decided to do a late night run to an area of which I have visited a hundred times before: a large, old-growth covered hill just north of the Chehalis First Nation Reserve, which is named Morris Mountain.
This large hill has a place in Sasquatch history and lore as a place which, according to the Chehalis people, is where, in years past, the Sasquatch would gather and light fires, to look down upon the land they had lost to the Chehalis people in battle – generations before. Mount Morris was for many years considered where semi-civilization ended and true wilderness began.
It is the location of another ‘Classic’ tale of the Sasquatch, the story of Serephine Long, who was a young woman of 17. In the year 1871, it was said that the young 17 year old was carried off by a Sasquatch and taken to a cave on Morris Mountain. After having her eyes covered with pitch, she was held captive by a number of the creatures but was mainly the possession of the large male who had kidnapped her.
Her story was not made known until she told it to J.W. Burns (whom coined the term Sasquatch in 1929) when she was a very old woman, during the 1930s. She stayed with the Sasquatch family for about a year and, in failing health, had kept pleading with her captors that she wished to return home before she died.
I suppose the continuous nagging was too much, even for a Sasquatch, and the creature again put her over its shoulder and dropped her in the same area he had found her a year before. When she was found by her people, she was said to be close to death, unable to tell of what happened to her and later that same night gave birth to a deformed baby which died soon after birth. I have only seen one photograph of Serephine Long, taken in 1941, when she was about 87 years old. She died not long after that.
Another Classic tale in an area of Classic history – a place of continued reports until this day. In fact, I was on Mount Morris when a lady had her sighting at Weaver Lake, August 21, 2014 – only four kilometers away. Having only found out about it after I returned home and heard her phone message on my answering service later that evening, I went to the scene the next morning with a colleague, Brad Trent, to investigate.
So Morris Mountain continues to be an area of interest to those investigating the Sasquatch mystery; every bit as much today as in the distant past. Such thoughts kept going through my mind as I drove slowly over the mountain around midnight last night, through thick patches of dense fog, then no fog at all, then a second patch, wondering would this trip result in a personal sighting?
Stopping by a pond area where the frogs are like a choir with the chirping of hundreds; suddenly all going silent at the same time and me wondering: why? After about 60 seconds one frog starts up, and in a few moments they are all going again, whatever it was which caused them to go suddenly silent, was no longer considered a threat. After about 20 minutes, I went back to the vehicle still wondering what caused the sudden silence, as my movements didn’t seem to cause the same effect…
Like all my other visits to Morris Mountain, I come home having seen nothing myself but still having the thought that perhaps, just perhaps, a Sasquatch was watching me. I will be going back.
The one piece of advice I continually give to all who care to listen is this: Never go anywhere, at any time, for any reason, without your camera. The reason for this is obvious. If you are in the right place at the right time to see one of these creatures, the odds are that you will only have it in view for a few moments before it disappears into the shadow of the trees.
Nothing is, of course a sure thing, even if you have a camera sitting beside you while driving a forest service road – we are all human. And there is always that few seconds of hesitation as you witness something, which you will reflect on for the rest of your life.
It happened to me only once in 37 years of searching. It was at an extreme distance in a cut line, and by the time I brought my old British Army Land Rover to a halt, the figure had walked into the trees on the east side of the cut line. I still wonder if that figure was a Sasquatch or a large man dressed in dark clothing that day? But I will talk about my only possible sighting (so far) at another time.
Today, Go-Pro and other companies are selling continuous recording devices, dash Cams, some call them, which in my opinion, every researcher should look into. Having this type of device would perhaps take care of that brief few seconds of hesitation, which is human nature, when confronted with something unbelievable in front of our eyes.
Indeed, this is the most interesting question about this ongoing mystery; and the one fact which keeps the majority in our society skeptical to the existence of this creature. And a damn good point as well! However, from my point of view, one which can be logically explained.
So let me begin by answering the question, “Where are the bones?”
The bones are out there – they, as of yet, have not been found nor identified. There are a few stories of strange skeletal remains having been found, turned in to museums and other institutions but have either been lost, or misplaced, or been identified as common wildlife, or remains of missing people. One has only to look in the basement and archives of the British Columbia Museum to find much more stored away in boxes and cases than on display upstairs: material the staff no longer has information on; where it came from; or even when.
It would not surprise me at all if the day comes and the skeletal remains of a Sasquatch are displayed out on a table for the world to see. It won’t be a researcher or hunter, who found them in the bush, being responsible but some young student who stumbled upon them in some long-forgotten museum box or drawer someplace.
In all of my years searching the woods of Western Canada, I have yet to see the remains of a bear which had not been killed by people. I have never seen the remains of a cougar, or wolverine. I have seen the remains of deer and elk, but never in one piece. Nature has a very quick way of cleaning up the dead.
So the quick answer to this most puzzling question is simple: the bones are out there. We just have to find them.
Tomorrow afternoon, myself and three like-minded colleagues will once again head into the back country with the hope and dream of encountering a Sasquatch; or finding evidence of the creature’s presence.
God only knows how many trips looking for evidence this will be for me, as I lost count years ago. In all this time I may have had a possible, fleeting glimpse myself – only once. I have seen possible footprints on six occasions; collected hair samples from sighting locations which, so far, turned out to be from other wildlife.
We recently had rocks thrown at us, or at least we assume it was rocks since we never saw them, just heard them ripping through the greenery. Plus, the fact we never saw what or who was throwing them?
On another occasion, myself and Bill Miller were stumped at a tree line wondering what was the cause of a very unpleasant odor which assailed our nostrils. I went into the trees expecting to find something dead, but found nothing, and even more puzzling was after a time this unpleasant odor dissipated rather quickly, leaving us more perplexed? Was a Sasquatch responsible – who knows? The fact is that we never saw the cause. So, even though the possibility is there, we can’t just assume it to be so – far too much of that going on in this research.
But it’s the possibility that keeps my interest alive. So tomorrow, we try again. But I am well aware of the fact that the odds are overwhelming that this won’t be the last time.
It has been reported again and again: the Sasquatch throwing rocks or other forest debris at people. I have looked into many such incidents myself over the years and I am of the opinion that many such incidents are true. Assuming, of course, that the Sasquatch does indeed exist.
In this video, we review one of the more interesting cases in which I was personally involved. We also discuss one case of hoaxing which the individual involved was throwing the stones himself and trying to convince us that a Sasquatch was responsible (I caught him).
In Canada, ‘Sasquatch‘ is the proper name for the upright-walking, gorilla-like creature which may or may not exist in our wilderness areas. More and more when Canadians, not involved in any way with this mystery, ask me a question, they tend to use the American term: Bigfoot.
When I started, back in the late 1970s, this almost never occurred. The power of media in a short time can change national culture without most people even realizing it. The name ‘Sasquatch’ came about when a man named J.W. Burns, a teacher on the Chehalis Reserve, near Harrison Mills, British Columbia, heard stories about hairy wild-men from his First Nation hosts, then wrote an article published in Macleans Magazine on April 1st, 1929 entitled: ‘INTRODUCING BCs, HAIRY GIANTS’. This was the first time the term ‘SASQUATCH‘ had been used when describing the strange creature reported by many – but denied by most.
In Canada, the term Sasquatch, through time, overshadowed all the other names used up and down the BC coast. Many newspaper stories on Vancouver Island before 1929 used the term ‘MOWGLI’ when describing the creature, but today its hard to find anybody who even remembers the name. Sasquatch was now the term imprinted on the public mind set in Canada and would remain so until 1958.
The year 1958 was the year the name BIGFOOT was born when describing this creature in the Pacific Northwest of the United States. Gerald(Jerry) Crew had been photographed holding a large footprint cast by reporter, Andrew Genzoli of the Humbolt Times newspaper. Mr Crew had been having a mystery on his hands concerning large footprints he was finding around his bulldozer as he worked on a new logging road by Bluff Creek.
Mr. Genzoli, the reporter, had never heard of the creature in Canada called Sasquatch, so he gave the creature a new name: BIGFOOT. This name, with the help of the AP press, assured that Bigfoot would become a household word in the United States.
Now, in Canada, most television documentaries on this subject tend to be American-made; most internet forums tend to be American in origin; most books published tend to be American published. So, it is no wonder the the American term ‘Bigfoot’ is surely pushing aside the Canadian term, ‘Sasquatch’, just as Sasquatch pushed aside most First Nation and local area names before it.
