BFRO #3820: Sasquatch evidence near Mount McLoughlin

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My Big Foot Sightings over the years.My first introduction to Big Foot was about 1965. A series of articles appeared in the Portland Oregonian, the Salem-Statesman Journal, the San Francisco Chronical, and at least one other. I saved these articles in a folder as sort of a Jr. High science project. We even talked about it in class a couple of times with much scoffing by the teacher even though he did say there are many things which science does not understand, or has even discovered.One of the articles from the Chronical stated that a young bigfoot had been captured in the late 1880's and put in a freak-side show. According to the article could break a stout hard wood stick about 3 - 6 inches in diameter like a matchstick. For some reason or other it died and the body disposed of. How it was disposed of or where, was unknown. Apparently the animal was in the sideshow in a steel barred cage for a few years. Just how many years that few was is also unknown. An artists drawing was also printed and supposedly dated back to the time this thing was caged. According to the newspapers these articles were dated back to the 1880's.There was also a story from the Oregonian that a well known scientist from the University of Oregon had announced he was going to attempt contact with these beings by parachuting into the wilderness somewhere between Grants Pass and the Kalmiopsis Wilderness area.. I believe that in the late 1970s or early 1980s, an expedition was formed to go out and look for the scientist. I remember reading that remnants of his tent and a very old campsite were found, but there was no sign of the scientist himself. Who knows!There were also stories about mysterious attacks that occurred during the construction of Interstate 5 near the top of Mount Ashland. In 1964-65, Workers found several earth movers with the tires and wheels completely ripped off the machines. HUBS and all. A man who had been a close friend of my familys' in Klamath Falls before we moved to Ashland, worked at Pape Cat in Medford. They had the contract to repair and maintain the equipment used for construction on the road. He told us that (this was confidential) something had ripped the wheels off, AND 55 gallon drums had holes punched in them like a big fist. He said the state police were investigating vandalism, but since it would have been very hard for any humans to get to the equipment and no human had that kind of strength or ability, they were not sure what they were dealing with. The investigation died for lack of evidence and construction continued. It was not an isolated case. That same kind of incident happened three or four times. Then, AFTER the highway was completed into California, the story was told of a man traveling North in a blinding snow storm over the top of the Siskiyou Pass or summit. He claims he was headed down the mountain towards Ashland when suddenly something landed on the hood of his car. The snow was more like a blizzard and the headlights were reflected back at him. He saw a shape like a human, and a face looking at him through the windshield. He thought he had hit someone. After a second or two, the thing rolled over and off the hood disappearing into the snow and the night. When the man got to the South Ashland Exit, he went into a gas station. He told the attendant to fill it up while he got a cup of coffee. He was really rattled, and did not tell anyone he had probably killed a person. When he came back with coffee, the attendant asked how the hood on the car had gotten such a huge dent right in the middle and he wondered what all the hair around the edge of the hood was. At least, to the attendant, it looked like hair. Those, such as they are, were the stories reported in the newspapers in 1965 and 1966. Check the Ashland Daily Tidings. My first experience with bigfoot came in early 1966. A friend and I, both 15, decided to hike up the old Ashland Mine Road. We had a Boy Scout camp coming up in April or May of that year and wanted to prepare for a 5 mile hike we knew was coming. My mother drove us to the top of Mountain Street where the Ashland Watershed is. We found fresh snow on the ground about 3 or 4 inches deep. There were other people sledding. My friend and I began hiking. The snow was fresh and there were NO TRACKS IN THE SNOW AHEAD OF US. Remember that. NO TRACKS ....PERIOD! We hiked up the road with many twists and turns as it climbs up the mountain side. Near the end of the second mile, we came to a climbing right hand 90 degree turn. As the road leveled out we came upon some tracks. BIG tracks. My friend and I stopped and looked around thinking perhaps some other human was in the area. But as we compared our prints side-by-side with those we found, we realized these were not human. There was about a 3-4 inch difference in foot size. I wore an 11 size boot. In other words, these tracks were HUGE in comparison. They were not bear tracks. And the strides were not human either. From the tip

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