BFRO #5770: Four feral dogs chase sasquatch

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This is the third in a set of chronological reports that I am submitting regarding a series of encounters I had between 1970 and 1983 in Nevada, California, and Washington States.This third encounter occurred in August 1972, when I was 12, at my home, roughly ten days after our encounter at the dry wash. I have previously described nearby Peavine Mountain and Lemmon Valley. Our house was located on the East side of the valley. It was in a new development at the time, tucked back in a draw among several steep hills. The surrounding hills rose from 50 to 250 feet above our neighborhood and were primarily granite outcroppings. The soil was coarse granite sand interspersed with boulders of various sizes. Where there was vegetation on the hills, it was predominantly sagebrush. In the draws, the sand was less coarse and there were a variety of grasses and other weeds.We had just moved into the newly completed house a few weeks earlier and were getting to know our neighbors, all of whom had just moved into their new homes as well. Like many of our neighbors, we were building a fence and otherwise improving our property. At the time, there was only one thing to detract from the new neighborhood -- the presence of a pack of feral dogs.The pack was composed of four large dogs -- two Dobermans and a couple of mixed breeds. They were a matter of some concern because many of the new residents had small children and the pack displayed absolutely no trace of fear of people. They would generally appear around dusk, when it began to cool, and boldly range through the neighborhood. At night you could often hear them in the surrounding hills, barking and baying occasionally. It didn't take long to determine that they had no owner and one of our neighbors, an animal control officer for the city of Reno, told us that he had arranged for the county to do something about them.Our home was an "L" shaped ranch, with two of four bedrooms in the back, at the top of the "L", and a garage in front, at the bottom right of the "L", facing the street. We had partially constructed a cedar plank fence around the property, starting in back and working our way around the property clockwise. We had completed the fence on the side of the property at the top of the "L", and had built a small section of fence connecting the back left corner of the "L" to the fence on that side. This created a small cul-de-sac behind the house. Along the side of the property to the right of the "L", we had set the posts and rails. Along the front, where we intended to connect it to the garage, at the lower right corner of the "L", we had set the posts, but hadn't yet put in the rails. You could, essentially, walk right into our back yard from the street side of the house, but could not leave the yard on the back side without climbing over the fence.On the night of the encounter, I had picked up all of the two-by-fours we hadn't used as rails yet and I had stacked them horizontally along the base of the fence back in the cul-de-sac. This was a precaution since they were pilferable and we weren't the only ones building a new fence.My bedroom was at the top, right corner of the "L". The ground outside my window was about a foot and a half below the floor of my room. My mother had already planted a small flowerbed of marigolds there. To protect it, she had me put in one of those small, white-painted, wire trellises that reminds you of a bunch of coat-hangers welded together. To put it in I had to heavily wet down the ground, then force it in. Once the ground dried, the powdered granite and sand set like concrete. It was about a foot high.The incident occurred between midnight and 12:30 am. It was late summer and I was awake late reading. I had my window open, but the drapes were closed. That night, the pack of feral dogs had been more noisy than usual. Every so often, their barking would become particularly strident, drawing my attention away from my book. I remember thinking to myself, over the course of fifteen minutes or so, that they were chasing another jackrabbit, then deciding that it must be a coyote, since they'd been going at it for longer than usual, then wondering if they might have a cougar at bay, since they were still barking and baying loudly, but seemed stationary. I was just turning back to my book, when I realized that they had started moving again, and were coming down the street in the direction of the house. I started to sit up, intending to go to the living room window to see what they were chasing, but realized that they would be well past the house before I could get to the living room in front. As I listened, though, the noise of the pursuit didn't decrease the way I expected it to do as they chased their quarry past the opposite side of the house. Instead it grew louder, and I realized that, whatever they were chasing, they were chasing it into our back yard. I also realized that they might corner it behind the house in the cul-de-sac. Excit

🔍 Circumstances

Myself only.

🌤️ Weather Conditions

Clear dry night. No wind. No clouds.

ℹ️ Additional Details

Clear dry night. No wind. No clouds.

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