SFR Aliens, Bigfoot, and other unexplained phenomena!
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This story is better with a couple beers, but I'll do my best. This is the abridged version
This happened outside Selma OR, near Grants Pass, in July 2005. And before anybody asks, there were no drugs or any amount of alcohol involved
Some friends and I were camping at the dead end of some old logging road way out in the middle of nowhere. The road was cut in to a very steep hillside, and the hill flattened out a bit after the dead end in the road.
We didn't have a campfire as it was the end of July and really dry out. We were sitting in camp chairs facing down the road. The steep uphill side of the hill was to our left, the steep downhill to our right, and the end of the logging road behind us.
We heard some movement up above us on the hill but didn't think anything of it. Eventually, small pebbles started getting tossed out of the woods at us. We're understandably confused, and we eventually figure out they're coming from two separate positions, based on the direction that the pebbles skipped when they hit the road. I slowly figured out that whatever was throwing these pebbles at us had to be pretty damn close, because the brush is pretty overgrown and there probably aren't a lot of big gaps to throw something from a long way away. As I'm figuring this out, a third something walks towards us, from down the road and on our right (the downhill side of the mountain). After about 6 big steps, we heard a loud grunt/groan. It's a very hard sound to describe or imitate. We decided that was just about enough of being out in the open and we climbed in my car to sleep.
The next morning one of my friends woke me up because he heard a lot of noise beyond the end of the road. We walked back on a small game trail that hooked to the right/uphill. I turned to scan uphill. My friend got freaked out because of the weirdness the previous night and turned and started going back to camp.
I was still looking uphill, and as he turned, about 30 yards uphill from me I saw this thing stand up and start walking. I could only see it from the lower back up because of the brush. It walked away from me at a 3/4 profile going away and to my left. I only saw it for 3 steps (I couldn't see the legs, but I could tell by the way the body shifted). For the first two steps, it had it's arms raised next to it's head, which let me see how huge that biceps and trapezius were. I think it had it's arms up so it didn't run them through any brush. This thing was SILENT. It started to put it's arm down on the third step and it was gone
It was dark brown with a bit of a red tinge to it. After I calmed down, I had my friends go up to where I saw it, so that I could get a size comparison. I estimate it at 8 feet, and enormously muscular. When my friends were up there, they found the trackway.
If I didn't have all the time in the world to investigate the trackway, I'm sure I would have convinced myself that I saw a bear and my eyes tricked me. But the trackway has me convinced that I actually saw a sasquatch
The feet were about 16 inches, and poorly defined due to the forest duff and pine needles. They were also deeply imprinted because of that substrate. If the trackway was on flat ground, I could have matched the stride with a lot of very awkward effort. Essentially I would have to take the absolute longest steps I possibly could and I would have looked like a goofball.
But the trackway went up a pretty steep hill. There was no way I could take a step like that, and then another, and another. It was a hill that you trudge up with short steps. There was no evidence that anything/anyone else had walked through there (to plant footprints/hoax us?etc.) Our footprints next to these showed up very clearly.
So I'm confident that what I saw genuinely made those prints. I can't think of a possible way that I could have been hoaxed. I saw something 2 feet taller and twice as wide as my 6'0" friend, and observed the superhuman trackway it made.
We kept going up there over the years and had a lot of other very unusual experiences, but I never had another sighting. I've been up there again since moving back to Southern Oregon, but there hasn't been any strange activity.
I used to be shy about telling this story but I don't care anymore. Thank you for listening to my sighting of the Samsquanch monster
DanielOcean
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Damn. I don't know if I want to go fish the Rogue anymore!
I took a group of Boy Scouts hiking from Cold Springs campground near Sisters, Oregon, to Camp Sherman, on the Windigo trail. A requirement for the Hiking merit badge was completing a 20-mile hike in one day, and this was that day. Shortly after we crossed hwy 20 at Indian Ford it began to snow. As we gained elevation while climbing over the east shoulder of Black Butte we got into 3-4 inches of fresh snow. At one point a set of tracks came out of the steep downhill side waist-high doghair manzanita, traveled some distance up the trail, and then turned off uphill into the brush and jackpines on a very steep slope. Looking down into the manzanita we could see clearly where the traveler had come up thru the dense brush, leaving a swath where the still-falling snow had been knocked off the leaves.
The minutes-old tracks looked like prints from a barefoot human, but they were fully 4 inches longer than my size 12 boots, and much wider. On the trail the stride was about half again as long as those of the 3 adults in the group. We were at least a half mile from the nearest road. Who/what crossed moments ahead of us? Everyone was left to their own conclusions. I will note, however, that several of the teens suddenly had an urgent need to pee when we discovered the tracks, and that night at the Head of the Metolius campground the tents that normally slept two scouts held 4 or 5.
True story. Just as interesting is what happens when a group of mid-teen boys who just walked 20 miles over a small mountain hits the Camp Sherman store. The non-health food was wiped out. I used to have a picture of 4 of them sitting on the porch, each consuming a half gallon of ice cream.
We can talk about the Yamhill Sheriff and the Dolph rock-thrower or the 3-Sisters screamer some other time.
The minutes-old tracks looked like prints from a barefoot human, but they were fully 4 inches longer than my size 12 boots, and much wider. On the trail the stride was about half again as long as those of the 3 adults in the group. We were at least a half mile from the nearest road. Who/what crossed moments ahead of us? Everyone was left to their own conclusions. I will note, however, that several of the teens suddenly had an urgent need to pee when we discovered the tracks, and that night at the Head of the Metolius campground the tents that normally slept two scouts held 4 or 5.
True story. Just as interesting is what happens when a group of mid-teen boys who just walked 20 miles over a small mountain hits the Camp Sherman store. The non-health food was wiped out. I used to have a picture of 4 of them sitting on the porch, each consuming a half gallon of ice cream.
We can talk about the Yamhill Sheriff and the Dolph rock-thrower or the 3-Sisters screamer some other time.
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If you change your mind, hit me up when you're down here!
Coming back one night from fishing the Duc about twenty years ago, I started around a curve eastbound on the south side of Lake Crescent and was almost hit head-on a car in my lane. I had to swerve into the oncoming lane and as I recovered I looked in my rear view mirror to see whether that asshole was ok…nothing. I could see the road stretching off behind me for quite a way, but no tail lights, no headlights, nothing.
No clue if they shut everything off and I didn’t see them in the dark, or what, but there are no turnoffs on that stretch of road. Weirded me out that they just disappeared like that, and it still confuses me.
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The other one was about fifteen or so years ago, when I was down on the Trask River chasing chinook. Sleeping in my car I heard an elk bugling, very close but it sounded kinda weird. It was foggy and I couldn’t see anything from the car so I got out of the car to look around. Out of the fog emerged a white elk. Not lighter colored like some are, or piebald like I’ve seen on some deer, it was so very pure white it seemed almost glowing in the moonlight. I stood there for a bit, watching until it spooked and bolted—soundlessly.
No clue if they shut everything off and I didn’t see them in the dark, or what, but there are no turnoffs on that stretch of road. Weirded me out that they just disappeared like that, and it still confuses me.
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The other one was about fifteen or so years ago, when I was down on the Trask River chasing chinook. Sleeping in my car I heard an elk bugling, very close but it sounded kinda weird. It was foggy and I couldn’t see anything from the car so I got out of the car to look around. Out of the fog emerged a white elk. Not lighter colored like some are, or piebald like I’ve seen on some deer, it was so very pure white it seemed almost glowing in the moonlight. I stood there for a bit, watching until it spooked and bolted—soundlessly.
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I have found large bare human prints up on the NF nooksack that spooked the hell out of me. It's happened twice, both in the dead of winter. Once it was just tracks on a sand bar, and they were big. I wear size 15 corkers and I couldnt block them out. They were both longer and wider than my boot. The other time the prints clearly came out of the water, on a 20° day in January. Both times I've initially reacted with looking for the poor, well hung SOB without his shoes out there. Both times left with the impression that whatever made them didnt need my help.
One night driving out to birch bay 3 colored lights appeared in the sky in a triangular formation. They appeared spread out over several miles, and could move very fast. It seemed mostly that two would move at a time, keeping the same triangle shape but making it bigger and smaller. Then all 3 would vanish and show up in the same triangle in some other part of the sky, at a speed that made my wife say "What the actual fuck just happened?" It was the early days of drones, and I told myself and her that's what it was. Now that drones have progressed and I'm more familiar with their capabilities I am no longer convinced of that. The choreography of their movements was perfect and absurdly fast. It definitely wasnt some dude with some quadcopters.
One night driving out to birch bay 3 colored lights appeared in the sky in a triangular formation. They appeared spread out over several miles, and could move very fast. It seemed mostly that two would move at a time, keeping the same triangle shape but making it bigger and smaller. Then all 3 would vanish and show up in the same triangle in some other part of the sky, at a speed that made my wife say "What the actual fuck just happened?" It was the early days of drones, and I told myself and her that's what it was. Now that drones have progressed and I'm more familiar with their capabilities I am no longer convinced of that. The choreography of their movements was perfect and absurdly fast. It definitely wasnt some dude with some quadcopters.
I don't believe this for one minute. Camping? With no alcohol or drugs? Who ever heard of such a thing?!
I'll follow Neil DeGrasse Tyson and his UFO skepticism. I'm not saying they don't exist, just that we need better evidence than has been shared. Since everyone and his cousin now has a high-resolution camera on their phone, why is it the best we can come up with is fuzzy pictures of indiscernible objects - with crowd sourcing, you would think we could now do better.
Yeah, I know, I'm a killjoy.
cheers
Yeah, I know, I'm a killjoy.
cheers
Even before everyone had cameras in their phones, I wondered about the plausibility of beings capable of faster-than-light technology or creating wormholes coming all the way to Earth just to abduct low-quality specimens and shove things up their butts. Looking at how wildlife surveys are conducted by our scientists, very few studies involve capturing defective specimens and shoving things up their butts. Either our scientists are missing out, or something about the stories doesn't make sense.
It was around 1990 or so, and I was at Howard Miller Steelhead Park at Rockport with some other fishermen. A large round disc or orb came from east of Sauk Mtn. flying south until is was out of sight west of Illabot Peak at perhaps twice the speed of those jets at Whidbey Island. I thought, "Wow, I've now seen a UFO." I thought that for a long time until a year or more later, I happened upon an old news article that described what I saw. It was a satellite, or part of one, burning bright on atmospheric re-entry. What was left of it crashed near the Oregon coast, about half way down the state or more. So I guess what I saw was an IFO (Identified).
There was the time I was hiking to Irely Lake north of Lake Quinault and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had this strange feeling I was being watched. Didn't think of Bigfoot; I thought there might be a cougar lurking around. Not terribly wise, but I turned around and went looking for it, thinking I might spook it into moving so that I could gain sight of whatever it was. Never saw a thing, not even tracks. But I did one time see a cougar disappear into brushy forest in about 2 seconds without a sound. So it coulda' been. Or maybe I got that eery feeling for no good reason; I'll never know.
There was the time I was hiking to Irely Lake north of Lake Quinault and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had this strange feeling I was being watched. Didn't think of Bigfoot; I thought there might be a cougar lurking around. Not terribly wise, but I turned around and went looking for it, thinking I might spook it into moving so that I could gain sight of whatever it was. Never saw a thing, not even tracks. But I did one time see a cougar disappear into brushy forest in about 2 seconds without a sound. So it coulda' been. Or maybe I got that eery feeling for no good reason; I'll never know.
Believe me, my rational mind says no samsquanch.
You should have seen my rodmans face, like the scared dog look. He grabbed his plumbing pole and bag and took off down hill like a bat out of hell. Slid down a 30' high basalt cliff on his ass near the bottom. Total panick flee. I at least packed the survey instrument before quickly following. We've worked around bears, it wasn't a bear.
We were running line across a hillside of ripe thimble berries. Started with small rocks, could have been natural, but after a bit they were getting bigger, better aimed, and coming in head high.
And the smell. Only other time I smelled that was hiking in to Downy Mtn. Lakes in the rain. Unmistakable.
It can't be, it's not rational, there should be evidence. I know what I saw and experienced though.
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I think Samsquanch is far, far more likely than extraterrestrial visitors. Though, without any hard evidence after all these years, I remain skeptical. Not to take away from anyone's experiences, it's just.... we can find rare, endangered, low population animals in the oceans, in our deepest jungles, etc... but Samsquanch is leaving little to no trace.
Ok I looked up the list of evidence:
I live like a 10min drive from this place. You'd think I'd go at some point. Perhaps soon.
I live like a 10min drive from this place. You'd think I'd go at some point. Perhaps soon.