Hunter Hears Possible Bigfoot Vocalizations
Our friend Guy, had a very plausible Bigfoot localization event while turkey hunting. He reported it to the BFRO but has also granted us permission to post up he event. You have probably heard Guy or I refer to this event in some of our previous post. Well, now you will get the chance to read about it in greater detail. I have also included the above google map image of the area.
Here is the report
- Start Report -
YEAR: 2006
SEASON: Spring
MONTH: April
DATE: 19
STATE: Arkansas
COUNTY: Marion County
LOCATION DETAILS: Rush is between the towns of Yellville and Harriet. The vocalizations were heard about 1 mile down the Buffalo River from Rush, at the junction of Silver Hollow and the Buffalo River.
NEAREST TOWN: Rush
NEAREST ROAD: 1+ miles away from small road leading to Rush
OBSERVED: Probable Sasquatch Vocalizations
I
am writing this in October 2009, three and one half years after hearing
what were likely the vocalizations of two Sasquatches in southern
Marion County, Arkansas in April 2006 in the Lower Buffalo Wilderness
Area. I have told many people unashamedly of my encounter over the past
3.5 years, and I have thought about it hundreds of times to keep the
memory fresh in my mind.
The date of my encounter was either
Wednesday morning, April 19 or Thursday morning, April 20, 2006. The
reason I am not certain of the date is that I do not keep a daily
journal, and I cannot remember if I left home for my 3-day, 2-night
turkey hunt on Monday or Tuesday. Whatever the case, the encounter
happened on the final morning of my hunt.
At midday on Monday or
Tuesday, I launched my canoe at the Rush, Arkansas landing on the
Buffalo River. Rush is between the towns of Yellville and Harriet in
the heart of the Ozark Mountains. Before getting to the river, I had my
last association with another human until two-plus days later. I had
purposefully planned my trip for mid-week while school was still in
session, most adults were at work, the summer canoeists had not begun
their season, and probably few other turkey hunters would be out
hunting. Indeed I did not see nor hear another person on my trip.
I
floated only about one mile downstream from Rush to the spot where
Silver Hollow empties into the Buffalo River. I pulled off on river
right (the south side of the river), and pitched my tent camp to be used
for the next two nights. I turkey hunted in Silver Hollow that
afternoon and all the second day. This entire region is mature
deciduous woodland with a sprinkling of pines and cedars on certain
slopes and bluffs. Spring was just springing. The dogwoods were
blooming, and all the deciduous trees had just begun to leaf out.
Silver
Hollow is nearly pristine. I saw no sign of humans having been in that
1.5-mile long hollow in many years. There are a few signs of very old
activity from 70+ years ago when some mining took place, but otherwise
it was just me, the turkeys, and numerous species of neotropical
songbirds (warblers, vireos, tanagers, and others) that had returned for
the summer.
I had heard several gobblers over the course of my
1.5 days hunting, but I had been unsuccessful in taking one. As the
second day came to a close, I returned to my camp and made a plan for
the final morning’s hunt. I was to awake at 4:15 a.m., eat my Cheerios
breakfast, and then hike by flashlight 1.5 miles up Silver Hollow to set
up where I’d heard a gobbler late the second evening.
My
watch-alarm awoke me at 4:15 a.m. on the final morning. I lit the dim
lantern at my campsite, and sat down to eat my Cheerios. The last
quarter moon was overhead shedding a small amount of light onto the
otherwise very dark landscape. It was chilly (probably mid-40’s degrees
F), and there was no wind. There was not a sound to be heard – no
crickets, no Whippoorwills, nothing, owing to the cool, crisp, calm
morning. While eating, I was sitting facing northward into the darkness
across the Buffalo River.
As I was eating, the silence was
broken by a loud, clear “hoooOOO-op” call from the mountainside behind
my left shoulder to the southwest of me. I immediately stopped in
mid-crunch to soak in the brief, 1.5-second call I was hearing. Within
two seconds and before I had resumed crunching, an even louder, clear
“hoooOOO-op” call came from the mountainside on the north side of the
river. This call was to the northwest of me. The second call was not
an echo of the first call. It was a second animal responding to the
first. There were no 90-degree cliff faces in the area to have created
an echo. Besides, the second call was louder than the first, with no
hint of echo after either call.
So, I was sitting there thinking with a mouth full of Cheerios, “What on earth could have made those calls?”
I
am a lifelong birder. I have seen all but two of the approximately 650
regularly-occurring North American bird species. Furthermore, I can
identify more than 600 of those species by song or call note alone. I
immediately ruled out all birds as having made the sounds, even the
Barred Owl which has quite a repertoire. My mind turned to the mammals –
coyote, fox, bobcat, otter, etc. I quickly ruled out all of those.
Mountain lion maybe? I have never seen or knowingly heard a mountain
lion in the wild. However, once I returned home from this trip, I
listened to every mountain lion vocalization I could find on the
Internet, and I ruled out the mountain lion.
But still, as I
continued eating my bowl of Cheerios, I kept thinking, “The sounds I
just heard were distinctly human/primate in quality.” At that point in
my life (I was 43 years old), I had done enough self-study to be a
believer in the existence of Sasquatch. But I didn’t think too much
about Sasquatch in my everyday life. I certainly started thinking about
Sasquatch as I was finishing my cereal that morning! I am not
frightened by knowing Sasquatch is out there, but I have a scientific
curiosity about the animal.
Soon, during my hour-long hike by
flashlight up Silver Hollow, I kept replaying what I’d heard over and
over in my mind. About 1/3 of the way up the hollow, I shined my
flashlight into the cave opening that I’d hiked past several times in
the past two days. I thought, “You know, there is no sign of man at
this cave entrance – no trash, no footprints, no graffiti. There are
hundreds, maybe thousands, of caves like this in these hollows, and many
thousands of caves throughout the whole Ozark Mountain region.
Sasquatches live here. They have protection from the elements. They’re
largely nocturnal. They avoid man. The vast majority of canoeists who
pour down the Buffalo River in the summer don’t leave the riverside, so
the canoeists are no bother to the Sasquatch. Those few canoeists who
spend the night in a tent on the riverside may be unknowingly sleeping
within 100 yards of Sasquatches. Sasquatch doesn’t bother the people,
and the people never know the animal is near.
I hunted that
morning, did not bag a turkey, and I broke camp about noon. I paddled
back upriver one mile to my car, loaded up, and drove 2 hours home to
central Arkansas.
I believe the first call I had heard at 4:30
a.m. on that dark, calm, chilly morning in the Lower Buffalo Wilderness
Area was a Sasquatch announcing, “I’m right here.” Within two seconds,
the Sasquatch on the north side of the river responded with, “I’m over
here across the river.” Perhaps it was their way of saying that
daylight is coming in another hour or so, and maybe it’s about time to
call it a night.
I estimate that each Sasquatch was roughly 1/4
to 1/3 mile from me at the time of the vocalizations. The three of us
formed more-or-less of an equilateral triangle.
Why do I think that the sounds did not come from humans?
First,
I don’t think there were any humans within earshot of me during my trip
– not even another turkey hunter. I had not heard even a gunshot
during the whole trip, and 2006 was the final year of a good turkey
population in Arkansas.
Second, humans have much more
sophisticated ways of communicating with each other than yelling
“hoooOOO-op” at 4:30 a.m. from one mountainside to another across the
Buffalo River in a designated Wilderness Area during mid-week in
mid-April (!).
Third, gorillas and chimpanzees are known to make sounds like I am describing.
And fourth, for those of you convinced that Sasquatch exists, you know that Sasquatch is known to make such vocalizations.
I
am a scientist. I have a Chemical Engineering degree, and I have been
actively practicing the profession for 24 years in the plastics and
chemical industries. For those readers of this story who approach
nearly every aspect of your life with a strong scientific bent like I
do, you already know that Sasquatch exists. You have seen the
Patterson/Gimlin film from the late 1960’s near the California/Oregon
border, and you know it could not have been a hoax. The animal videoed
was a real, in-the-flesh adult female Sasquatch. You have further
educated yourself with the stories from thousands of people over the
decades and centuries who have described seeing a creature with a
remarkably consistent set of features – large, tall, hairy, muscular,
wide shoulders, no neck, cone head, long arms, big feet, smelly. Your
knowledge of the fundamentals (or the entire science) of statistics
tells you plainly that the probability that all of these thousands of
people are wrong is essentially nil.
And then you think more
about the multitude of reports. One person is not reporting seeing a
white elephant here, another a purple tiger there, and yet another a
green velociraptor somewhere else.
They are all seeing a Sasquatch – a large, tall, hairy, muscular, … creature.
ALSO NOTICED: Vocalizations as described in my document.
OTHER WITNESSES: Only me.
TIME AND CONDITIONS: 4:30 a.m. Calm, clear, cool, and dark.
ENVIRONMENT: Heart of the Ozark Mountains. Mature deciduous forest for miles around, sprinkled with pines and cedars on certain bluffs and slopes.
- End Report -
In Guy's original report to the BFRO the last couple of paragraphs were omitted at the end. We have his permission to now share those with our readers.
Here they are.
"And then as a scientist and as an aging human, you wish like heck someone would hurry up and recover a Sasquatch corpse so we can all see it on TV, then go see the taxidermied specimen in the museum, and then hear the results of the DNA analysis that proves whether the species is Gigantopithecus, Neanderthal man, or something else truly new to science.
And then as a lifelong hunter, you know that most wildlife species are masterfully wily. They are true masters of their environment – so masterful that we mere humans have no idea how they go about their day-to-day existence. They have an environmental intelligence to a degree that we humans have no appreciation of. There is ample evidence that suggests that Sasquatches live in family groups and perhaps even extended-family groups. And when it comes time for one of them to die of old age or disease, nobody knows what its family does with the corpse. And another thought crosses the hunter’s mind – how many times have I ever found the carcass or even the bones of a deceased black bear, mountain lion, or even a whitetail deer?
October 13, 2009"
Even back in 2009, Guy, had an understanding about the species, it's family unit and death. I feel some of his thoughts were validated when he came to visit me and I took him into the forest. We discovered numerous tracks, one set of tracks appeared to be a family unit. I still have some things to share from our expedition in future post.
A big thanks to Guy for his willingness to share his experience. Also a thanks has to go to the BFRO for their incredible database of reports.
Thanks
~Thomas~
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