Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode we're talking about a Oregon Bigfoot Roundup.
That's correct, an Oregon Bigfoot Roundup.
This first sighting happened back on August 11th and 12th of
2023 during the summer out there.
It happened in the county of Clackamas.
The details about the location are that it was on the southeast
part of the mountain they say Mount Hood near Lamberson Butte.
The experiencer says we had passed the ridgeline and were
camped at the tree line before the descendant to Newton Creek.
The nearest town is Rod Vadodara.
On the nearest Rd. was Hwy. 35 observed, it says.
The night of August 11th, 2023, my partner and I were sleeping
along the timberline in the Mount Hood National Forest.
Around 12:00 AM we were awoken to the sound of wood knocks in
the distance. We had stored our backpacks
several 100 feet from our campsite and had nothing on us
but water, hoping to avoid any predators.
A total of 10 times he heard knocks in a series of three to
five at a time over the course of three hours.
A clear wood on wood sound from below us.
I soon dozed back to sleep as we were pushing 40 miles.
My partner stayed up the rest of the night spooked it says.
Also noticed our backpacks nearby were not rummaged
through, confirming no bear or cougar looking for food.
Other witnesses too. Yeah, the two of them I suppose.
Other stories. I actually am reporting this
after reading a report of August 2023 South of here.
My partner and I both live in plain WA, a rural, a very rural
dense area forest. We are long time hikers and
Washington natives. Both of us have never heard
anything similar to this tell us this happened at night.
It was a clear summer night. There were stars and minimal
cloud coverage and between a Ridge and tree line.
Now the investigator, this is Matthew Moneymaker.
He says although this is a classic B non visual incident,
it is potentially more important than a typical Class B report of
knocking sounds. The behavior noted is unusual.
The behavior combined with the location may indicate a
recurring pattern where a Sasquatch will return to this
particular area on Mount Hood at the same time of year, expecting
to connect with other Sasquatches.
That is a definite possibility here and thus a recommendation
for where to go if you want to record these types of sounds at
a predictable time and place. These loud, powerful knocking
sounds carry for a mile or more, so you only need to be in the
vicinity to hear them and record them and then help determine
where they are coming from more precisely.
I spoke with these two backpackers at length by phone.
They are in their early 20s but have backpacked enough times to
take on multi day trucks. On this occasion they were
nearing the end of hiking the full circuit 41 1/2 miles of
Timberline trail around Mount Hood.
This huge loop trail is not for the faint of heart.
You need to carry enough food for four days and carry all that
with all your other camping gear and keep marching with that big
load on your back. Up slopes and down slopes
roughly 15 miles per day at nearly 10,000 feet elevation
where the air is thin making it difficult to breathe enough
oxygen. It is difficult to breathe at
that elevation even if you are not doing anything physically
demanding. The loud knock sounds were
coming up from below their camp below Lumberous and Butte, a
short distance off Timberline Trail.
Thus, the knock maker would have been down in the drainage for S
4th of Cold Spring Creek. The two backpackers estimate the
knocker was between half and one mile away.
They were certain the sounds were not gunshots or something
mechanical. They were coming from a steep
forested area with no roads or trails.
The knocking sounds did not move through the terrain.
They all came from the same direction and distanced for
three hours and all sounded as if the knocker was hitting the
same large hollow tree. He said it didn't sound like a
regular stick hitting a hollow tree.
He said the stick must have been the size of a telephone pole.
That is hyperbole, obviously, but he was expressing how much
bigger and deeper and louder this knocking sound was compared
to the knocking sound that a human would be able to make.
He also mentioned that down in that remote E slope drainage,
there was a swath of burned trees visible.
Photos below. He says he thought the hollow
tree being struck could have been among those burned trees.
Aside from the loud knocking, which occurred intermittently
over three hours, this is not common.
There were no other sounds like howls or whistles.
The time frame was roughly the warmest time of year when the
lower elevations in Oregon's east of the Cascades can reach
90 to 100°. At that elevation, there were
the knock where the knocking sounds were heard.
The temperatures at night were between 50 and 60°.
At the time of posting this report online in early April,
this whole area is still under several feet of snow.
This report is important because this may be a location or a
Sasquatch returns to due to the same very purpose purposeful
thing at the height of summer every year.
It's got some pictures of the map here.
This is kind of north Oregon along the toward the West Coast,
right along this mountain Ridge here, very, very wooded area.
And then they've got a picture image of Mount Hood here on the
map and you can see this Lambert's and Butte not that far
away from Mount Hood where they found this thing at just kind of
like right on the edge of it, really something else.
Lots of good pictures here. Then it has some topographical
maps you can look at. This is over at the bfro.net.
These guys do some fantastic work there.
As I look at these pictures, it just seems so pristine.
It's almost the climate looks like it might be a little bit
dry up there. It says some of this took place
above the tree line. So of course, no trees there.
But you have a stream going through there, you have just
really heavily timbered area other than this trail.
And man it looks more like a path than a trail to me.
This looks like an extremely remote area.
True wilderness. They even have some night time
pictures you can see when you look up at the night there.
The stars really do shine. A fascinating article.
I mean, I would, I was just, I don't know, I would just be so
freaked out. I think if I was out there
camping in this total wilderness area and you know, there's no
other people around and then you hear this loud knocking sound
that just persists for two or three hours.
To me, I would be feeling like this thing was giving me some
kind of a warning or something. I would not feel comfortable in
that situation at all. Let's go ahead and take a look
at this next Bigfoot sighting slash encounter here.
This second encounter also happened in Clackamas County
dated August 25th, 2009. Says our campsite was on a dead
end. Dirt Rd.
It is a campsite we visit several times throughout the
year. It is very secluded and quiet.
There are blueberries, huckleberries, blackberries,
raspberries, dandelion, milk Thistle, salmon, berries,
miner's lettuce and countless other varieties of wild edibles
in abundance, as well as rabbits and deer roaming through camp.
The nearest town is Estacada, it says They didn't give the road
because they want to keep the place anonymous now, the
experienced hotel says. My boyfriend and I were hanging
out around our campfire when the most unusual, terrifying sound
filled the air around us close to or just after 11:00 PM.
It was difficult to tell what direction it was coming from.
It seemed to surround us. It was a high pitched screaming
sound with whoops reminiscent to a siren and it was fairly
continuous. It sounded otherworldly and
struck fear into us instantly. We froze in terror and listened
for about 30 seconds as the screaming whoops got louder and
closer sounding. Then we ran to the truck and
honked the horn like crazy. The sounds continued and we set
listening for a good 10 minutes as the sounds continued but
seemed to move further away. We exited the truck and tore
down camp immediately, pausing every few minutes to monitor the
distance of the sounds, jumping into the truck for a minute or
so again when the sounds would get close, honking the horn
occasionally for good measure. We pulled out a camp at 11:45
PM. On the drive down the hill, we
spotted a deer crossing the road.
When we got home, exhausted as we were, we got right on the
computer and Googled coyote calls to compare to what we
heard. Nothing quite fit.
The closest we got was to audio of a whole pack of coyotes
hunting and vocalizing. This morning, unsatisfied and
curious, I googled screams in the woods and found your site.
When I listened to the 1978 recording in Washington of
whooping screams, I felt like I was right back at camp.
That is what I heard exactly. And this is also noticed.
Earlier in the day. We were driving our truck down
the road a bit together down wood for the fire.
On the way back to camp, we noticed a dark pile of something
in the middle of the road that wasn't there 10 minutes before.
It was purple black, and upon closer inspection obviously
consisted of minimally digestible blackberries.
Our best guests at the time was maybe a small bear had come
through. As far as witnesses, two adults,
1 male, one female. We were sitting by the campfire
talking and occasionally walking around the fire.
Our two children were asleep in our truck.
About 20 minutes prior to the event we were going.
We were goofing off and making whooping sounds to hear the
echoes. Well, that might have just been
enough to get these things started since the time and
conditions it was. It was between 11:00 and 11:45
PM. Clear skies, stars visible,
minimal to no wind. Our large campfire was down to
bright coals and minimal flames. Our double mantle Coleman
propane Lantern was lit environment pine forest with
thick Berry growth and wildflowers nearby ridges across
the Grove, a gully on the other side of camp through some
trails. Now the follow up investigator
was done. It was Christie Sanders.
It says for the other campers perspective and there's another
report here filed. Then it says in addition to the
report the following details can be noted.
Quote. I was struck by the length and
fairly continuous duration. It had no pauses for breath.
All I could think was that we were surrounded by the loud
sounds and clothes throughout the day.
We were walking around the campsite pulling dead underbrush
up the up the road. We saw fresh bear scat.
It's an abandoned logging Rd. Upon examination it looked like
berries and was fresh and moist so we'd better get back to camp.
We adjusted our camp in case we had to vacate the tent to avoid
a bear. We also made noises being silly
not to attract any bear but one of them away.
We listened in shock for 30 seconds to the big scream and
that's when we jumped into our truck, honked the horn and
turned the lights on. It seemed like we listened for
10 minutes, but it might have been as little as 5 minutes.
Time is weird when you're scared like that.
I have seen a few television documentaries so I knew that
Sasquatches could be out there, but I never thought or worried
about it. Now I want to know what this
was. Yeah, pretty wild stuff man.
That would definitely get your attention being up there in the
middle of nowhere like that hearing those whooping sounds.
This sighting here happened back in 1988.
Says August 2nd of that year. Now the location details
Tillamook County says off of Hwy. 6 between Portland and
Tillamook, South of Lee's Camp down Ben Smith Rd. on the Wilson
River. The experiencer tells us my name
is Kurt. My fiance Sean and I were
camping off Ben Smith Rd. on August 1st and 2nd 1998.
On Sunday the 2nd we packed up camp by noon and headed down to
the Wilson River to cool off. It was very hot.
We drove down off Ben Smith Rd., going east on the Flats Rd. that
follows the river. We crossed the river to lay in
the sun. We had been there for 10 or 15
minutes when I saw someone or something downriver about 45 to
50 yards away, swinging back and forth with his head down the
whole time. But we were also moving up and
down the river effortlessly. I didn't think much of it at
first, but when Sean got up and moved to the middle of the
river, it spotted us, froze, and then glared at us.
Then I moved to the middle and didn't take my eyes off it.
It moved to the right of the river in some bushes, somewhat
hiding. Then I knew something wasn't
right. It had big hair and long arms.
It didn't act humid at all. I couldn't make out a face, just
eye sockets. I wondered why it was wearing
winter clothes when it was 90° outside.
They were not clothes. It had reddish blonde hair and
was about 6 feet tall. I have haunted and fished up at
Lees camp for years and I've never seen anything like it
before. After we got home that night we
talked about it more leaving us with a strange feeling we knew
what it was now a female Bigfoot.
Prior to going to the river we all we only noticed 3 bike
riders and one Jeep coming down off the road heading West.
We never saw any other people or cars in the area before this.
As far as we know we were the only ones there.
All of these people waved and acknowledged us as humans
usually do to strangers. What we saw didn't acknowledge
us with any gestures or hellos. It just froze with fear, just as
we did at the strangeness of each other.
It came back across the river from where it came because when
we drove out, we passed right by the opening down the main gate
from the game trail to the river that the elk used.
We believe it was hiding somewhere in the bushes of trees
until we left the area. There were no weird sounds or
smells noticed. Sean was keen to the sounds of
the woods as I was a little spooked, never having camped in
these woods before, especially with no other campers around the
whole weekend. Yeah, that's just a wild, very
dense forest area around this river.
Now, the investigator here is Doctor Wolfe H Fehrenbach.
It says and they say. This is of course 1998.
I have now visited the site and interviewed and re interviewed
the participants. At the risk of repetition of the
following of the original report, I will flash out here
from their respective reports. The main Hwy. #6 from Portland
to Tillamook follows the Wilson River for some distance.
A side Rd. loops back on its other side and has a number of
turnouts, evidently sparsely used by fishermen and hunters.
The couple, Kurt V and Sean Jay, he 40 and she presumably
younger, first had lunch next to the river on the car side and
then crossed over in bathing suits on the other side.
They found a spot in the sun on a sandbank, the river in front
of them making some noise between the projecting rocks.
Not a lot of flow. Their main highway was now
behind them on their side by perhaps 300 to 400 feet and
slightly higher, not visible through the forest but clearly
audible downstream from them was a minor barrier of trees altars
lying across the river and behind these the river expanded
to a wide flat pond like area about 300 feet long with
overhanging trees on both sides before it resumed its rocky,
faster course. At the lower end of this flat
area is a house set well back from the river, from which
during my visit, two small and trusting girls with a the dog
came to the river to feed ducks and go to a Beaver house.
As they lay there, Kurt and Sean noticed a person who came out of
the edge of the dense forest, the second growth Alder and
Douglas fir with old growth stumps with springboard notches
and waded into this still area. Very soon they revised their
opinion that the person must be weird since he wore a fur coat
in the 90° heat. Kurt by this time suspected it
to be a Sasquatch, but didn't mention it to Shawn to avoid
upsetting her. They watched the weird person
walking up and down in the middle of the still river area
at a distance of between 150 and 300 feet maximum from them,
always looking into the water but not catching anything.
The creature was only to its calves in the water and had
peculiarly long arms, a very short neck, no Crest that was
noted, about 6 to 6 1/2 feet tall, walking very sure footedly
on the slippery large river cobbles, crossing which the
couple almost killed themselves. After about 30 minutes of this
observation, Shawn decided to go into the water.
At this moment, the Sasquatch detected them for the first
time, despite the fact that they had brightly colored swimsuits
on and had talked in conversational tones the entire
time. So much for the Sasquatch's
superhuman sensory acuity. The Sasquatch froze in the water
and stood upright just behind the barrier to face them and
look at them. Sean stood for a while, then sat
down, and Kurt also went to the water's edge and sat down in a
rock. They now gazed at each other
with minimal apprehension on the human side for about 15 minutes.
They noticed that thick hair was really wild though, showing more
gloss of hair. Brown collar with red glints,
the head evidently a bit lighter.
They said if it had been human at that distance, they could
have recognized a person's face, but the Sasquatch face was so
dark that all they were impressed by it was a deeply
recessed eye area, many presumably low brow ridges.
Eventually the Sasquatch sidled over to their side of the river
and climbed behind a Bush where it eventually thought itself
concealed, but it bent over sideways to keep looking at the
couple, who could see its head and upper body.
By this time they were both convinced of its non human
nature and got somewhat more apprehensive, returned across
the river to the car and left. Sean declined to stop the few
100 feet downstream to look at the site from a different angle.
They concluded on their own, without hardly any prior
knowledge, that they had been dealing with a juvenile.
No sexual characteristics visible and the head seemingly
rather rounded. They estimate that their total
encounter lasted close to an hour, which as such relatively
close quarters must be near record.
But I think the Sasquatch was juvenile and inexperienced and
wanted to get an eyeful of those near naked dwarfs.
The area is overrun by elk prints and very steep elk game
trails. The adjacent mountainside is
steep enough to require some of us to use hands on a game trail,
in addition to having an understory of waste to chest
high ferns, brambles and Salah. Trying to get up these slopes is
very hard and highly unpromising.
The Sasquatch evidently descended these slopes while at
their camp earlier in the morning they had heard five
hoots. Almost like an owl though.
Kurt commented at the time that it was a weird time for an AL to
who Both they and I looked for the footprints, but the area is
not conducive to capturing any and it had been bone dry for
weeks. The area is not far from other
siding and footprint records. We went back to the site with
Kurt and a crew from Focus TV, Munich, Germany in conjunction
with a more general interview. Subsequently we drove up higher
to a loading deck they had that had a good overview of the
coastal range. The German interviewer was
visibly impressed by the fact that adjacent deep V shaped
canyons had no signs of roads, Audubon, cows, Inns,
restaurants, barns or any side of human activity.
But were seemingly inaccessible due to their extreme steep sides
and dense vegetation. Dr. WH Fehrenbach.
Yeah, that's great. Man, what a great analysis of
that. Lots of cool sightings out there
in Oregon have been for many, many years.
Until next time, this is UFO warning over and out.