I-80 Between Park City and Wanship

I-80 Between Park City and Wanship, Utah, 2013

Anyways, like all good Bigfoot sightings, there was alcohol involved. 

Me and 2 of my buddies had been down in Salt Lake at a party and we were on our way back home. Jerry was completely passed out and missed the whole thing. Jeff was about half asleep, kinda drifting in and out. I was in pretty good shape, overall. 

There is a section of I-80, between Park City and Wanship, that is a windy canyon and when we came around one corner, my lights lit up something big standing on two feet next to the road. My lights were on it just for a second and then we were past it. 

I was nearly overcome with a wave of fear, and Jeff sat bolt upright in the seat and yelled "What the hell was that?" I told him that I didn't know, but that I sure as hell wasn't gonna go back and see. What we saw was big, dark brown and like I said, standing upright. 

Now, I've seen pretty much every critter that's supposed to be around here, and none of these would fit the description. Maybe a grizzly bear standing up, but there's no grizzlies around here. Way to big to have been a black bear. We thought maybe a moose that for some reason was standing on it's two hind legs, but for the life of us, we couldn't think of a reason a moose would do that. 

We were left with only one conclusion: Bigfoot. Jeff is one of my oldest friends-he stood up with me at my wedding-and to this day he won't speak of it except for when he is really drunk. Then he just says "Yeah-what Pritch said".

Source: The Blindman's Blues Forum

South Weber - Paulene Markham

South Weber, Utah, 2013

Paulene Markham said she saw whatever it was walking along the ridge of a hill behind her house a week ago Sunday.

Miss Markham said she was about a half mile from it. She was standing at her kitchen sink, getting a drink of water about 4 p.m., when she looked up and saw it on the hill.

"I looked at it and I thought, 'Well, I'm going crazy,'" she said. "Then, I walked away from the window and came back, and it was still there." Miss Markham said she was frightened and curious, but she didn't go outside to get a closer look. She said she was home alone, it would have taken a snowmobile to get up the hill, and she was late for church anyway. So she left the house and went to church, telling only one friend about it.

"I really don't know what it was, I just don't have the slightest idea, because I don't know if I believe in Bigfoot," Miss Markham said.

Source: Valerie Schulthies, Deseret News, February 12, 1980

San Clemente, California

San Clemente, California, 2012

Date:April 11, 2008


My son and his 2 friends were having a sleep over. They heard noises outside. They couldn't sleep, so his two friends went out on the upper balcony to look.

They noticed a tall figure, they said it was about 8 ft. tall that had come down a trail between two of the town homes. It walked into the middle of the road (this is a steep road) Then it stopped, sensing something looking at it. It looked up toward the two boys and turned around, got on all fours and ran, back between the homes.

They said it ran extremely fast. 

I'm the mom, and a little over two weeks later I heard a high pitched scream. It sounded like the recording you have on this site (Klamath, CA., screaming sounds). It was Sunday 4-27-08 10:30 pm.

I had just fell asleep, when I heard the high pitched scream. My dog was sleeping at the end of the bed, she heard it and just stared at the open window (from where the sound came from). Normally, she would have barked, this sound frightened her, she seemed frozen, just staring out the dark window. That's exactly what I was doing as well. The only logical, thing I could think of was an animal being killed. I've never heard such a sound. It's kind of like the dinosaur movies like Jurassic Park, the sounds they made for the dinosaurs.

The area is a hilly townhome association. Behind the association is open hills and a water tower. There is an abundance of wild life in the area, such as; coyotes, rabbits, field mice and snakes.

Source: oregonbigfoot.com

House on River Road, Eden

House on River Road, Eden, Utah, 2012

This scary encounter took place during the summer of 2001 on River Road in Eden, Utah and in the most active area in the entire Ogden, Valley.

The house that they live in has a big wooden deck and very large glass front that surrounds the door.

One night while the parents were away the daughter had the kids. As the night went on the kids went to bed and the babysitter was reading when she could hear footsteps on the wooden deck and a shadow pass by the window.

The moon was full so she could see that there was someone out there. Sometime during the night the girl was looking out the window and she saw a shoulder appear and an arm reach out to test the doorknob, turning it back and forth. The girl said she was very frightened even though all she could see were the arm and the shoulder. She said it was way too big to be a human. After a short while it walked away and left the house.

Source: witness interviewed by Dave Carver

Old Liberty Church Corner

Old Liberty Church Corner, Liberty, Utah, 2012

In October 2011, about the 22nd, I was driving from my parent's home in Eden, Utah to my home in North Ogden. It was late at night, about 10:30 pm and there was snow on the ground and it was cold.

I'm not a Bigfooter and have normal curiosity like most people. I was heading north on the main road and came to a stop at the stop sign on the corner where the Liberty church used to be as it had burned down years before.

I looked to my right then to my left which was the direction I was going to turn. When I was taken by a figure walking toward me on my left side down the road I was turning on. It then turned between me and the stop sign for cars coming on my left. It continued past my car and as it did it turned its head to look at me. I could see its eyes shining as it passed, then it walked behind my car and off into the park or pasture.

It wasn't taller than 6 1/2 ft but it was extremely broad in the chest and shoulders. Just massive. I could see its hair in the side reflection of my headlights. I noticed it was not dense fur, but hair, kind of shaggy and of different lengths. It seemed to be just one color but that would be difficult to say in the light.

I judged the distance it was from me to be twelve feet. There was no mistake that this was not a man in a suit. It was not afraid of me in the least. It just looked and kept walking. I didn't turn around because I was so stunned. I wasn't so much afraid as I was very anxious. I just turned and drove over the pass not believing what had just happened, but I knew what I saw.

When I got home I didn't say a thing about my encounter to my husband, then after about four hours I blurted out to my husband, "I saw a Bigfoot at the old Liberty church on my way home!" The experience was so incredible I haven't told anybody about it.

There is no mistake what I saw at twelve feet.

Source: witness interviewed by Dave Carver

Culvert and Stream, Undisclosed Location

Culvert and Stream, Undisclosed Location, Utah, 2012

In November of 2012 in a mudflat near a reservoir, there were discovered nearly 50 tracks that the individuals felt strongly were attributed to Bigfoot. The group decided to investigate in another area they felt that would show promising results and they found this culvert. it measures approximately 50 feet wide and 5 feet tall and travels under a main road allows a stream feeding the reservoir to pass through.

In the culvert were discovered at least seven impressions of hand prints showing non-human hand structure and were located very low to the water line. The prints were of several varieties, some were clear imprints, some were drag marks along the plastic culvert, some were partial prints. None of them were of the size and anatomy of a normal humans hand print.

The following week I returned with a few friends to explore a different area that we felt would be promising. After walking across the lake bed for a couple of miles we discovered a few tracks that led off into another area where we found dozens, then hundreds, then literally over a thousand prints. We identified at least three different sizes of tracks ranging from 11, 8 and 6 inches long. All exhibiting clear evidence of individual toes and in all kinds of various configurations showing natural foot movement. At no point did we see any evidence of any other type of boot or shoe prints. All of the prints were of bare feet with five toes.

I had brought along a carpenters T-square in the hopes of being able to measure anything we might have found. Little did I know that we would run out of energy to catalog and measure all of the different types of prints.

We saw clear evidence of them chasing deer tracks, doubling back, running in a circle, approaching deep mud and making the decision to change direction. At no point did we see a stumble, a trip,  a skip or even a fall where the individual would have needed to use their hands to get out of the mud.

At one point we found several sets of tracks that paralleled each other for about 100 yards or so, one of the tracks measuring 11 inches and the other tracks were 8 inches. They changed direction and kept in exact measure from each other the entire time. It appeared as if they may have been holding hands as they walked across the mud.

There were also several areas that showed long straight deep drag marks where the single groove was about1-2 inches wide and about 3 inches deep. These grooves ran for 30-40 yards and were paralleled by sets of footprint tracks. I could not decide what these groove marks may have been caused by.

I had my tall rubber boots on and decided to follow a stream that fed into the reservoir when I saw that one set of tracks started up the stream. For the next 1/2 mile I followed tracks in the stream bed, in the mud of the stream and next to the stream bed. I could see where the creature would walk in the water, exit and walk on the land/mud, re-enter the stream bed and continue on up stream until the mud turned into deep grasses and no tracks were able to be seen.

The stream that I tracked along eventually turned out to be the stream that passed through the culvert where the handprints were found the week earlier.

Up until that day I had not seen any tracks or any physical evidence of a Bigfoot creature. After following tracks for miles and miles I can no longer ignore the reality of these animals.

There is a sighting of an animal walking across these same mudflats by a woman driving in her vehicle. I do not have a full account of that story, but will relate it as well as a photograph from her sighting vantage point at a future date.

There are continuing reports of animals in the area currently as of this writing (2/5/2013). I will not disclose the area in an attempt to keep hoaxers and others who would bother these animals out of the area.

Bear Lake Golf Course

Bear Lake Golf Course, Utah, 2012

20 years ago in September a local woman was up at Bear Lake staying in her parent's cabin. She was was walking with her dog and was up the gullies nearby the golf course.

She saw a big hairy thing walking into the trees, saw it for about 20 seconds, it covered its face as it walked into the trees. She sounded very scared telling the story.

Source:

I heard this report while attending a town hall meeting that was held in 2011 in Logan Utah. The producers of Finding Bigfoot held this meeting in concert with their taping for the episode that featured reports from Northern Utah. During this meeting I was frantically taking notes and trying to keep up. There were many reports that I had not heard before. The following are notes that I took from a woman who I will keep anonymous. I will try to contact her and get more details if time allows.

Christmas Meadows - River and Cabins

Christmas Meadows - River and Cabins, 2012

I have four recorded stories of sightings in Christmas Meadows in the Uintah Mountains. Here is the second.

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My parents had a cabin up in Christmas Meadows area of the Uintas. We were up there having our yearly 'clean-out' day where all the adults would clean out the cabins, fix the toilets and get the cabins ready for the winter.

My buddy and I were kind of in the way and we wanted to leave and just go chase rabbits so we headed off about a quarter mile away from where the cabins were chasing some a very large jack-rabbit. It was running around like crazy and then it just stopped, frozen solid and looked at this tree.

As it did we followed it and turning around saw a very large tall hairy dark figure which I think must have been about seven feet tall. It turned around very quickly, so quick that we didn't get a look at it's face.

It tore off up the hillside very quickly pushing the trees out of it's way and making a tremendous noise as it broke branches, moving trees out of it's way as it made it's way up the hill. I heard it scream at us once or twice and I got the feeling that it was a warning for us not to follow it.  We watched it move on two legs up the side of the hill very smoothly and never stumbled. We never felt like we were in danger, never felt afraid, but I felt anxious about how the situation would resolve itself.

The creature we saw had a pointed head, not coned but not round, had broad shoulders, long brown or black hair and had a peculiar 'musty' odor.

Source: Personal interview with witness, 2012

Ephraim Canyon

Ephraim Canyon, Utah, 2012
 

At the Manti temple timber operation, where they were cutting wood for the temple, men would come and stay for two or three days. 

After the camp had been set up for a while they would hear strange noises in the brush like a bear or something. They didn't know what it was but the dogs in camp would bark. Sometimes this thing would get close and they could see it in the edge of the fire light. 

They would build a bon fire to scare it away. They would find huge tracks that it left. One night some dogs went after it nipping at it. The beast got mad and started swinging at the dogs. The other dogs joined in and circled it. The thing killed the dogs one by one. Then they heard it out with the horses. The horses were making noises in fright, but they also were silenced one by one. At this point the men were so scared they built a big bon fire and shot their guns into the dark. 

Finally the beast left. 

In the morning they found that the back of every horse was broken and some of the dogs had been thrown 40 feet up into trees. They figure it was the bigfoot monster.

Source: Interview with Alan Stock by Kenneth Holm, Merrill-Cazier Library, Special Collections, Folklore Collection #84, Utah State University

South Weber

 Canal, South Weber, Utah, 2011

This story happened in South Weber, 1977.

A young girl was getting ready for church and looked south out her back window and saw a large biped walking down the hill behind her house. She went to church and that’s when this story begins. After the whole congregation got out of church the area was in an uproar.

It was the next day that Mr. Sanders (about 24) and his friend decided they would try to find tracks and follow them. Mr. Sanders took me to the Weber Basin Canal where it goes under the road right where the young girl’s house still stands. The canal is fenced off now but wasn’t then so he pointed out to me what he found as we stood on the road looking directly west.

We picked up a set of very large tracks at the bottom of the hill as they were easy to spot and followed them to the canal not far where we are standing now (this was about 30 yards from the road.) We could clearly see prints that came up to the edge of the canal (which is about 24 or so feet wide and at that time was empty with about 4-6 inches of snow in the bottom.)

There was one single track in the middle of the canal and two tracks on the other side where the creature landed and walked west along the north side of the waterway. Can you imagine the strength of muscle to propel and 800 lb creature 12 feet across and then drop 6 feet into the canal and on that same foot jump clear across to the other side? Incredible and unbelievable.

It was not very far when we spotted another set of tracks smaller than the first and they walked together. The smaller ones must have been another creature like a youngster. The tracks later turned north and we lost them for a while but picked them up in some tall cottonwood trees north of where we lost the tracks as they crossed the road.

We had to circle around to find them again. They walked around in those trees a lot but eventually went north east and we lost them altogether as if they were heading up Weber Canyon.

Source: Dave Carver

Hamblin Valley

Hamblin Valley, Utah/Nevada Border, 2012

My name is Carol and I live in Modena, Utah...along the Nev/Utah border. I was hunting on horseback in the Hamblin Valley in February of 2004 here..and my horse all of a sudden became panicked. He reared up...with nostrils flared...and I looked in the direction of where he was looking.

I saw it...I believe it was female..about 8 or more feet tall....black..and it was doing something in an old rock burned out root cellar. It was bending over and saw me..and stood up. I was a hundred yards from it.

My horse was spazzing out and terrified....It was dusk and the creature just looked at us....in heading out.. I saw a big pile of poop...it looked human...but on a larger scale.

The area is called Deadhorse corner..named by local residents...and has old horse skeletons to mark the road. I' am still curious and going to return with my camera.

 There is no doubt that this is Bigfoot.

Butterfield Canyon

Butterfield Canyon, Utah, 2012

It was late summer and the antlers were hard now, if still velvet covered… The beginning of what the Indians called the Moon of the Crying Elk, though there was no evidence of them bugling yet. In fact, the bulls still seemed to be running in bachelor bands as we saw three different such bands on this day.

It was in the early 1990s and my son in law had graduated from BYU the previous spring and had taken a position with a firm in the Salt Lake Valley and was living in the Holliday, UT area. Cabin fever was hard upon us when we decided a voyage of exploration might be in order. Why we chose the west side of the valley that day, I have no idea. Perhaps those in charge (our wives) had placed a time limit on us for our excursion as our previous outing that had begun at Provo Canyon had lasted until the wee dark, single digit hours of the following morning… they were prone to do that in those times for some perverse reason. I can’t say that those restrictions ever really limited our outings to any degree although that lack of limiting discipline might have been the cause of the two of us fixing our own dinners from time to time. Today was to prove no exception.

We traveled west across the valley on one of the streets that was a direct route… 4100 S. I think, in looking at the map... we intersected the main road on the west side of the valley near a powder company (Hercules Powder, perhaps?). From there we journeyed south with the idea of finding a likely looking canyon that would allow us a hike into its bowels. Several times in this area, we saw elk in the distance, including two bachelor bands, one of which held two exceptional bulls, the larger of which would have probably been a 320 class bull or better. Since all of these appeared in direct correlation to an ample supply of “No Trespassing” signs, we assumed that Utah elk had the ability to, if not actually read, at least to recognize signs! On one occasion we spotted a band of six Mule Deer bucks feeding on some green feed very near an old farmstead. As this area was lacking those hated signs, we decided to put a stalk on them, eventually closing to within bow range of the bucks. There were two in this band that I would have happily brought home. Both were 4X4s with extremely high and wide racks though still fully in the velvet yet.

We traveled on south past the great mine at Bingham Canyon to a point just south of there. There is a road there that turns up Butterfield Canyon and we decided we had time to explore this area before curfew… well… at least not MUCH beyond curfew… How far up that canyon we were, I, at this late date, cannot recall. I guesstimate about five miles. In glassing to the south, slightly past a large pile of rock that I guessed to be tailings, we spotted another bachelor band of elk. We could not see how many or what quality these animals were, but, since there were no signs to tell us otherwise, we decided to check it out. I parked my old Bronco, Widowmaker, out of sight of the road and we headed up a small draw…

It was not far up this gulch that we came to a split and my son in law took the south arm while I took the north. About twenty minutes later as I lay glassing a clearing that lay before me and between me and my son, I saw a shape in the small trees that defined the far side of the clearing. I lay very quietly in my place and watched closely, fully expecting a muley doe to come out of that brush as the glimpse I had had been far too dark to be an elk. Very suddenly, the dark shape darted from the cover it had been in while hiding from me and entered an even thicker, darker copse beyond. It was a large being… running on its hind legs… at least seven feet tall and possibly as much as seven and a half feet. It was massively built and very dark. Its arms were long, as they had to be and it was very cautious of me. I had no problem understanding what it was, though I was mildly surprised to see it here. I wondered why it had revealed itself to me with that sudden dash when I heard brush cracking and Lynn emerged from the thick cover. He had followed his branch to where it had become too difficult to continue, since we were not really hunting, but just out curing a fever, and had decided to move in my direction.

As had happened so many times before in our years of hunting together, his move was timed impeccably and worked to our mutual benefit. I did spend a bit of time looking for tracks which were evident only as disturbances of the leaves on the ground. I also took the opportunity to unobtrusively estimate the height of the small trees he’d been standing amidst while hiding from me to better determine a height estimate.

We then retraced out steps to ol’ Widowmaker and headed on home… first stopping at a Burger King along the way to preclude the “punishment” we had waiting for us on arrival.

Source: Account provided by Thom Cantrell

Squaw Peak

Squaw Peak, Utah, 2012

This is a photograph I took on October 31st, 2012. The sighting for this particular location happened on October 30th, yesterday morning.

Several students from BYU were camping on Squaw Peak earlier this week and yesterday morning were looking at deer. One got out to videotape the deer, which they then thought was a bear because of it's color and size, then it stood up and walked up the hill. They turned tail and ran, but not before getting some pretty interesting video.

This morning I went up to the location where the video was made and I hiked around for several hours. I am undecided on what is shown in the video. Proving anything for or against the existence of Bigfoot is not my motive.

When I get a complete account from the eyewitness I will replace this text with his. We have agreed to meet and go over his account. I can't wait.

Thumb Butte Loop - Prescott - Arizona

Thumb Butte Loop, Prescott, Arizona, 2012

It was August of 1981 and I was on the Thumb Butte Loop in Prescott next to the city park. While driving I spotted a reddish- brown ape like creature. I stopped the car immediately and observed the creature. The hair on his arms was longer than the rest. It appeared to have little or no neck. It appeared to be very muscular and covered ground quickly.

It was hard to judge the height of the creature because of the distance and shock but I knew it was tall. It walked in the tree line and there was a gap in the tree's about 75 meters long. I watched this creature walk through the opening. I remember his arms swinging and he only looked forward. I estimated (through military experience) that it was 100 meters from my position. I was sitting in the car with my head turned looking out the back and side window. I estimate that I saw him for at least 10 seconds although it seemed longer.

What I remember most is my mind was wrestling with the thought that what I was seeing was not supposed to exist yet I was viewing it. It was a most unsettling experience.

What I tell you is the truth. I have never told anyone out of fear of ridicule and having my sanity questioned. I hope this information can help your organization.

Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator:

I met the witness near the Thumb Butte trail head just outside of Prescott. We then drove up the same road where he saw the animal. Since the sighting was 30 years ago, the forest had changed quite a bit; therefore the witness could not pinpoint the exact location. He did find a location where the topography was similar so that he could recreate the sighting for me.

The forest was rather thick in those days with large Ponderosa pine. Late one evening in the summer of 1981 at approximately 6-7 pm, he was driving very fast up the dirt road toward Deering Park when he saw an animal appear in an opening. He saw the side of what he described as a very large ape. The animal was on his right and parallel to the road, walking just inside the tree line. 

The witness slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop on the gravel road. After he came to a stop, the animal was behind the car. It did not look at the vehicle—not even when it skidded. Once the animal traveled through the opening in the trees, it disappeared into the tree line.

The following details may be added from the interview:

• Gait was “huge” and the animal traveled 75 meters “in no time”

• Hands swung up close to shoulder height

• Side of the face that was visible to the witness was black

• Animal was very muscular and very large

The witness was 18 at the time of the sighting. He has since retired from the Army and described this sighting as more disturbing to him than what he witnessed in the first Gulf War. He did not go back to look for prints as he was “too freaked out”. He expressed that the animal seemed to have no fear and was a definite “king of the jungle”.

When asked why he decided to submit a report after all these years, the witness stated that he has lived with this for 30 years and wanted to tell someone. Until our meeting, he has only told his daughter and his best friend about this sighting. I found the witness to be very sincere and credible.

Source: BFRO.net

Highway 180 - Between Grand Canyon and Flagstaff - Arizona

 
Highway 180 Between Grand Canyon and Flagstaff, 2012

About 15 years ago, in 1990, my girlfriend at the time and I took a trip from our home in Albuquerque, New Mexico to Los Angeles, California to visit my mother. On our trip home we decided to stop by the Grand Canyon in Arizona because she had never seen it.

We got there pretty late in the afternoon and we stayed to view the sunset over the canyon. We departed for Flagstaff soon after it had gotten dark. We headed down a less traveled stretch of road as a short cut. I do admit that I don't remember the highway number, but I will look it up. It was around 8pm.

The road had next to no traffic on it and my friend and I took advantage of the time to talk. The highway was very curvy and we had just come out of a turn into a fairly long straight away when we noticed something walking down the right side of the road on the shoulder.

Note the rest of this took place in a matter of a few short minutes although it seemed like an hour. What we saw was walking upright like a man, but was noticeably larger.

As we got closer my girlfriend said "is that a bear?" It was at that moment that it became visible that our companion on the road was covered head to toe in brown to light-brown fur (hair). It was also at that moment that I realized what we were looking at. I had seen enough TV and heard enough hunting stories from my dad. I stopped the car.

Our headlights now shown into the area that the Bigfoot could see them and it stopped as well. We were about 50 yards apart at this point maybe closer. It then turned to face us. I'll never forget this moment it is burned into my memory.

At first the animal turned it's head slightly to look back, but it's head seemed to be attached at the chest so it had to turn completely to face us. We didn't make a sound. We were in complete shock. Our friend was about seven feet tall and was covered head to toe in hair. The body was somewhat without definition as in I didn't make out features like hips or gender.

The arms seemed to be abnormally long...maybe to just above the knee. The face was mostly hairless and looked...well without something else to compare it to kinda like a character from Planet of the Apes. Not exactly, but this creature definitely was from the ape family with just a touch of human looks. The eyes seemed to glow a bit green like a cat or dog in the headlights. It stood there for a matter of seconds and I could tell that it was thinking about it's next move.

It ran it's tongue across the front of it's upper teeth in preponderance. It took one small step in our direction. My girlfriend went berserk. She screamed in horror. It stopped it's forward movement, looked around, and headed into the woods near the road in a couple of strides.

We never got another look at it. My girlfriend quickly got it together and wanted out of the area. I agreed. We took off and I made a wide turn around the area that the Bigfoot had once stood. I never got the feeling that it meant us any harm, but was very curious about what we were. You couldn't convince my girlfriend of that though.

The event shocked her for life and she refused to ever talk about it again. To this day I'm sure she has blocked it out. I on the other hand will never forget it. It did take me years before I could tell my wife about my encounter. I am only posting my story for my own therapy and the hope that it will help someone else who has gone through something like this.

The whole time I could see from body language and face movement that the animal was thinking out its next move. It was very curious about us. I never felt like I was in danger.

Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator:

    I spoke to the witness via telephone on 5/19/05. The following details can be added to the report:

    • The encounter took place on Highway 180, sometime between 8 and 9 pm.
    • The creature was walking away from the approaching car.
    • After a quick glance, it twisted slightly at the waist and shifted its feet (left then right) as it turned around to directly face the vehicle.
    • The body hair was thick all over. The hair on its arms seemed a little longer.
    • The arms hung very low, almost to the kneecap.
    • The head was oval, “like the top half of an egg”. It had little or no neck visible, but showed some movement there as the creature glanced at them.
    •Its head and cheeks had hair on them while the eyes, nose, and mouth seemed more bare. The hair on its head was a lighter shade of brown.
    •The witness described the face as “definitely simian” (ape-like).
    •The teeth were dull yellow and human-like.
    •The witness said it had a “What the hell is that?” expression on its face.
    •The creature was between 7’ and 7.5’ tall with a shoulder width of one-third to one-half its height.
    •After a brief pause, the animal took one step towards the vehicle and the witness’ girlfriend started screaming. At this point the animal stopped and strode into the trees. It covered approximately 15’ in two or three strides.
    •They made a wide circle around the area where the animal entered the woods and immediately left the area.

Source: BFRO.net

Route 66 - West of Flagstaff, Arizona

Route 66 - West of Flagstaff, Arizona, 2012

My wife and I with our three month old baby girl in the back seat were traviling N.E. on Highway 40/Route 66 through the mountains near Flagstaff, AZ. This was right in the middle of a snowstorm. I stopped to read the map and reassess our directions. 

While looking at the map, I turned the rear view mirror light on to help see the map. in the mirror I caught sight of a huge manlike figure running up behind the vehicle, I turned to get a better look and my wife turned too. 

She screamed (Oh My God)! It was clear to see a huge hairy, black & brown colored, furry being. It was very tall, large head and long arms, running on two feet toward our vehicle. No other vehicles or tracks in the snow. Large pine trees bordered the highway.

Additional information provided by BFRO follow-up investigation:

 

The witness & his young family were on their way home to Denver from Los Angeles for the Christmas holidays in December 1973 when the sighting occurred. 



In the late afternoon, while traveling on Route 66 just west of Flagstaff, AZ, the witness hit a strong snowstorm and pulled off the side of the road to gain his bearings and check his map. He thought he might be lost because he hadn't seen another vehicle for miles and didn't even see any tire tracks in the snow covering the highway. 

He was driving a VW beetle vehicle, which he left idling on the south side of the highway.

While looking for the map, he glanced up to catch the sight of what appeared to be a large, bulky, two-legged figure running toward their stopped car from the rear. He mentioned that the figure had unusually long arms and legs for a man. 

The head appeared pyramid shaped but rounded on top. It appeared to be covered in black or brown dark fur and no clothes were observed. From his vantage point inside the car, he estimated the figure's height to be near 10 feet tall. He quickly put the car in gear (he felt threatened and that his family might be in danger) and tried to accelerate away from the fast approaching figure. The witness stated that the creature actually chased his car and came within 15 feet of the rear of his vehicle before he reached a speed of 45 mph and began to put some distance between himself and the figure. 

The figure remained on 2 legs for the duration of the encounter and at one point even raised its arms over its head. 

At the time, the witness was 24 years old and a member of the US Navy and DID NOT believe in the existence of Bigfoot type creatures. He said that he assumed any reports of those creatures, or the Yeti, were hoaxes or just imagined by people. This experience changed his perspective and he's now a firm believer in the existence of Sasquatch. He currently works for the US Mint in Denver. 



When asked why he thought it wasn't a human, he responded that they did consider the possibility of a stranded motorist seeking help, but that he didn't see anything that would indicate another human was anywhere near his position...no other vehicles of any sort (broken down or otherwise), no tire tracks in the snow, no headlights, nothing. 

Also, the figure "was too tall to be a normal human being; the head was too large and did slope down towards the shoulders. The speed at which it was running in the snow was amazing. The face was pretty much covered with the same color as the rest of its body, almost black in color. Maybe a little bit lighter."

Source: BFRO.net

Left Hand Fork - Blacksmith Fork Canyon - #2

 
Left Hand Fork, Blacksmith Fork Canyon, #2, Utah, 2012

It was in 1992, so I was 21 when this occurred. It was more of a weekend my two other friends that were with me were graduating from USU, so we thought we'd go camping for one last hoo-hah and go camping for a few days before we parted ways.

This was over Memorial Day weekend. We'd just had finals and my buddies would be gone the following Wednesday. It was a busy camping weekend, we didn't want to be around a lot of people so we eliminated Logan Canyon because we didn't want to be in an improved campground. I was familiar with the Left Hand Fork of Blacksmith Fork Canyon, and thought if we can get up to the end of the canyon we probably wouldn’t see many people.

Where we camped was pretty much the end of the line for vehicle access. The only campers we passed on the way up there were ¾ mile to the west of us and they were an older couple. When we were coming up the canyon we had stopped to look at the creek and look for fish, but we saw them there. The road at that time was pretty unpassable for even a well modified 4wd. It was a pretty nasty road from our camping site eastward up to Hardware Ranch.

We left Friday afternoon we left USU and headed to our campsite. We weren't in much of a hurry to get to the camp spot, when we arrived no one was there so we set up camp. At the time there was a beaver pond right next to the campsite. It has since been removed, I think the state has come in and trapped out all the beavers to improve fish habitat. About 4 o’clock I started fishing. There was a flat part around the beaver pond, sand and mud. I fished, my buddies set up camp.

We had some dinner and were just sitting around. It got dark, we lit a fire. Nothing out of the ordinary. About 10:30 we were just sitting around talking and we heard a big splash in the beaver pond. One of the guys that was on the trip he's from Washington and even though he grew up in a small town he'd never been out in to the woods and was very uneasy. He shot up and he freaked out. I said relax it's just a beaver slapping its tail on the water. I was familiar with that behavior spending lots of time in the woods.

Two minutes later another splash, same thing. That second time I was paying attention during a break in the conversation I got a good earful of the splash. This time it sounded a little odd. This time it sounded like a 'ka-whump'. Like a rock being thrown in to the river. I blew it off as just another beaver. This was followed by two more splashes, this time they sounded like large rocks being thrown into the beaver pond, and again I blew it off. We thought the beaver was pretty active and must not like us being there. It was pretty agitated.

After the last rock about 10 minutes later I heard another thumping sound but it was a thump being generated by something hitting the ground. I realized the sounds were coming from where I had been fishing earlier that afternoon. Went with a flashlight to where you had been fishing and that's when I saw 5-6 large rocks about the size of a bowling ball, not round like that, but about the same size. I just started inspecting the rocks and thought I didn't remember the rocks being there that afternoon. I saw that the rocks were lying on top of my footprints I had left in the sand and mud earlier in the day. The rocks had covered up my footprints from my wader bootprints. Gosh, now I know they weren't there that afternoon and I knew I hadn't gone crazy or anything. Walked back up to the campfire about 30 feet away and asked if my friends had placed the rocks. They said no and we knew that was true because we had seen each other all afternoon. I went back and we talked about the rocks and while we were discussing that we started hearing some thing trying to walk softly through the aspen groves across the stream.

We then heard a hushed low growl. We blew it off saying it was a deer or an elk. My buddy freaked out and we got him calmed down again. We heard the soft grunting again, the volume of the growl increased and as the volume increased the growl went to a harsh raspy scream and from that part on the volume increased exponentially to where the sound reverberated across the sides of the canyon.

The scream was 10 seconds in length. We could feel it in our chest. We could hear the scream elevated to a nails being drug across the chalk board noise, like a woman being killed. After the scream we heard something large bust up the mountainside branches breaking and you could tell something was just chugging up the mountainside. I'm estimating distances from what I heard it went maybe 100 ft. After that my friend who was skittish was by now inconsolable. I myself was freaking out and I didn't know what it was. I have heard cats and bears and elk and there are moose up there, and I have heard them too. This was unlike anything I knew lived up there. It was an unexplainable scream. It echoed off the whole canyon, off the walls, off the cliffs to the north of us, back down into the canyon.

We were all on edge after that. After whatever it was that made the scream had charged up the mountain everything settled down. No bug sounds, nothing. Just the stream and our campfire. We were just jumpy. I started going through my mind...hoax, elk, cougar? Just trying to find out what it was. We had no defenses with us outside of a baseball bat. Whatever it was did not sound like it wanted us to be there. It was just kind of the way that the scream gave us a feeling and the way the scream was projected to us. Made us feel that way. I was like what is that and in the mean time...like some crazy person would be yelling at us. But this wasn’t a person this was something bigger. This was an aggressive sound projected and aimed at us. The fact that it seemed this growl/scream was like in a bull horn pointed right at us. I felt like my shirt collar just vibrate...I don't know if it was the wind...I didn't necessarily feel it in the chest but it just kind of the lower harsh section of the vocalization reverberated you kind of got a vibration from that.

Everything went dead silent and after we heard the movement up the hill nothing happened the rest of the night. We stayed awake until about 2 and we didn't hear a thing. We finally went to bed.

Next morning I woke up around a little before 5 to try to catch some trout for breakfast. As I exited my tent still curious about the night before, I was in the pre-dawn light. I could look up the mountain to see if I could tell what occurred and just above us probably 100 yards still back-lit by the sky, there was a thin quaky aspen grove with some junipers by a cliff, I saw an upright large figure I observed it about 8-10 seconds and it disappeared behind a rock pillar. What I saw was mostly the figure, but it was walking upright. It reached out with it's right arm and kind of pushed part of the couple of aspen trees I got a good side profile of the arm and it was rather large. It disappeared around the rock pillar.

My buddies were still in the tent and I was in shock trying to figure out what this was but I knew I saw an arm and it was upright walking on two feet. As massive as it was it was too large to be a human. I was trying to attach the silhouette to a known animal and I couldn't do it. Somehow was that a moose walking? Antler bumped the tree? I couldn't figure it out. That was pretty much the end of it. I was concerned after the vocalization that whatever it was might come across the creek and try to shoo us out of the area, but I wasn't overly concerned enough to tear off back home with the police or sheriff department. I have seen cougar while grouse hunting and that experience with the screaming was more frightening than the cougar. I was not overly afraid, I was just a little concerned.

They got up about 9 o’clock and one of them that was with us was from the Navajo Reservation, full-blood Navajo. I discussed it a little with them once I got up. That talk got into some other discussion about creatures in legend from the Navajo Nation. But there wasn't a big discussion about what it was. If you would have asked me the following week was what I saw a Bigfoot I would have told you 'no'. Back at that time the only idea of Sasquatch I had ever had was from some books in elementary about Sasquatch. I knew About the Patterson-Gimlin film, but in my mind bf only existed in Oregon, Washington and California. I had heard the stories about the Boy Scout sightings in the mid-70's. My parents owned some property near those sightings.

In the intervening years once I moved up to Oregon I would catch a story here or there about Sasquatch and started reading. It took me fifteen years to realize my encounter was probably with a Sasquatch. During that time period I started learning about what we think we know about Sasquatch. Back then we knew nothing about rock throwing, vocalization, etc... I did not know these things about Squatches. It took me 15 years to realize I had a Squatch encounter. The sounds I have heard online on Stan Courtney's website was a high pitched scream maybe from Klamath that the last end of the vocalization the high pitched section kind of sounds like what I heard. High pitched ear-piercing screams. As a whole I have yet to come across one vocalization that sounds like what I heard that night.

Source: Eyewitness interview conducted via telephone and e-mail by myself.

Mesa Verde - Colorado

West of Mesa Verde - East of Cortez, Colorado, 2012

Two years ago (2006), I was driving on US Highway 160 in Colorado in between Durango and Cortez. I was going eastbound (towards Durango) and I saw something run across the road very rapidly from my right (south) to my left (north) on two legs. It was large and dark colored. I am a professional driver and I drive for a living. It was heavily wooded on both sides.

The witness emphasized that, as a professional driver, he is very attentive to the road. He and another bus and driver had just dropped off their charter group in Cortez and were in the vicinity of Mancos at the time of the sighting. There were no passengers on the buses and the other driver following behind did not see the reported crossing. It was shortly after sunset but still light enough to see when the witness saw a figure dash quickly across the road at a distance of approximately 150 yards ahead. The figure was on two legs, entirely dark colored, noticeably large and muscular in shape, appeared taller than a normal person and was seen for only two or three seconds at most.

There was thick woods on both sides of the road and nothing of the figure could be seen when he reached the crossing point. He also noticed a large herd of elk shortly before this sighting. He speculated that the deer-whistles on the front of the bus may have alerted or spooked the creature. His immediate thought was "My God, I think I just saw a bigfoot or something!"

Source: BFRO.net

American Fork Canyon

River and Bridge, American Fork Canyon, Utah, 2012

Crag Cibulka and I were in American Fork Canyon when I first heard this story. It was late and we had been drinking and talking around a campfire for quite some time when his voice became serious and he told me his story about the last time he was in that canyon late at night.

Craig had been driving down the canyon by himself late at night. He was heading home from a night of partying with the boys. It was an unusually quiet night and Craig was in a hurry to be out of the canyon and home in bed.

Slowing his car to go around a tight corner, Craig heard his car hit something on the right side of the road. Stopping the car, he looked in the rear-view mirror and didn't see anything on the road.

Suddenly, something large and brown was on the right side of his car. Driving away quickly, Craig watched as the creature kept up with him. Speeding faster, the creature kept (up) with him. Craig remembered that there was a bridge ahead and he thought that he would push the creature off the edge.

Just as the car's tires hit the bridge, Craig saw the creature dive down into the water. He raced home and gratefully crawled into bed certain that he had just encountered Big Foot.

Source:

Nicole Progroszewski

Introduction to Folklore

Autumn 1989

Special Collections, Utah State University

West Corinne

Harper Dairy, West Corinne, Utah, 2011

My name is Lewis Harper. I grew up on a dairy my parents owned in West Corinne, Utah.

I was twelve years old in 1980 when the event I am going to relate happened.

Our place was north of the rodeo grounds and the ball park, neither of which are used much anymore.

It was a normal morning for me, my mother had made us a typical breakfast of bacon and eggs while my brother was out working with the cows in the milk barn. He had come in around six, about twenty minutes before I had to go and catch the bus for school.

My mom had the radio on playing KSL while she made breakfast and my dad and my brother were talking. Suddenly we hear coming from the radio an announcement that said Bigfoot had been sighted in Ogden. My mother looked over at my brother and asked him, “Rodger, what's wrong”? When he turned to look at us we could see that his face was as white as a ghost.

We all got in the trucks and followed Rodger up near the milk barns where we walked over and he showed us something very interesting.

We could see preserved in the half-frozen mud, a footprint with an incredible amount of detail. You could see every line in the print, hairs in the mud, it was cool. The prints were about ¼ inch to ½ inch deep into the icy frozen mud. In one part of the snow you could see the front part of a footstep, then six feet apart was another print, then a heel, then another full print, then the toe print six feet apart again.

I'm a big kid and when I was twelve I wore size 13 shoes. We didn't take any measurements, but the tracks were at least a size 16 or 17 compared to my shoes. We called the sheriff and they took some pictures of the foot prints before they tried to cast prints. If you saw those footprints you would have known that they could not have been man-made. Not a chance.

Our house was a quarter-mile away and so we decided to look for other evidence.

We went over by the hay baler in the direction the footprints headed. When we got there you could see the finger marks on the dust on the hay baler where he put his fingers. We also learned that bigfoot stinks.

It was then that Rodger told us that one of those mornings he was milking all of the cows were jumpy and none were outside. He checked outside and he had the worst smell he ever could smell. He said that he saw bigfoot three days before. Rodger walked home when he saw the footprints and told his wife what had happened. His wife said it was his brothers playing tricks on him. He didn't think much of it until he heard KSL report the morning that he showed us the frozen footprints.

Thirty years later it still scares my brother and he won't talk about it. It took him a long time to want to talk to anyone about it.

Source: Edited from notes I had taken during Dave's Bigfoot Show, 2011.