Last weekend, my ex-father in law, Leonard, came up to the mountain to better guide our efforts. He is a 67 year old Navajo Man, who grew up in the Four Corners area. (where Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah all join together in one location- hence- Four Corners)

He is and experienced hunter and tracker, and very adept at picking things out of a forest setting. We have had him on the river many times with our tours, and from the river, or up on the shore, weather we be sight seeing, exploring ruins, or at a campsite, he has always pointed out things that we could not see at first. I will be sharing with you his observations and opinions as of to our suspect. I have known this man for some 15 years.

"Yah, that's right Grady, hiking and camping up on the mountain!"

That was my line in and introductory phone conversation to my friend Grady some weeks back. He also has prov-en to be a fine river guide over time. Little by Little I had been sending him snippets as of what I was up to over the internet. Pictures I had taken, links, articles, more pictures. Grady lives in hiker heaven out here, and regularly hikes and climbs the "Teeners"-(what locals refer to the many 14,000 foot mountains in the area) I've shared many a story of my outdoor travels with him over cold beers and campfires. Perhaps he has become a victim of to much information, and is convinced I'm off my rocker? Wise hesitation on his part, showing up for one of my trips.


"That's cool, as long as we can make this campsite up there by dark, we should be fine."

That was my ending line on the final phone conversation to bring him down here. He had already planned to run and archery course with one of his friends in Durango that Saturday. He rolled in around 5pm.

I rode in the backseat so Leonard could show Grady points of interest on the way up. Grady has long looked forward to a trip of any kind with Leonard. He has heard of the stories he tells on the river, and could not wait to hear some stories first hand.
(there was a sighting on the road I will talk about later)

" You guys go ahead and pick a spot for your tents before me."

I saw a very flat and level area underneath the scrub oaks we were going to camp. Secretly I was trying to do a Jedi mind trick on them, so I could get the spot.

"This is not the spot you are looking for."==================================="This is not the spot You are looking for."

Sure enough, it worked- I got the camp G-spot and set up my tent.

Grady turned in before Leonard or myself.

"You think the wind is gonna die down some tonight?" I asked Leonard.

"As soon as that nearly full moon comes up, things should calm down." He Replied.

After bedy-by, around three in the morning. I hear foot steps and "brumps- brumps- ooh - brumps - brumps"- I swear I heard Grady's tent zipper open just a few minutes ago. Yup, sounds like two of you "brumping back and forth.

I assumed the deeper "brump" was Leonard, and the softer "brump" was Grady.

Sure guys, go ahead and mess with me.

I sarcastically called out;

" Are you guys BIGFOOTS, HAAHH?"

No answer. Silence.

I heard a branch break off from the scrub oaks. I thought to myself;

"OK, somebody is stoking the fire!"

I had no idea, Leonard was in his tent, shotgun in hand, waiting, praying for me to yell "Heads Up"- a term I informed them of the night before if I was coming out of my tent armed and investigating.

The branch that was broke off the tree, was then rubbed for a few moments, on the side of Leonard's tent. We both agreed the next day, that rubbing the branch would draw fire to the branch and not injure our visitors. SMART.

Next morning, I asked them what they had been up too last night?

Grady said he had never left his tent the entire night.

Then Leonard started telling me what had happened.

We both agreed we heard the 'brump" vocals.(as if they were whispering to one another) After they had rubbed the branch on his tent, he pulled the hammer back on the shot gun. What ever was there left suddenly after that.

As we looked around camp next morning for signs, Leonard mentioned that he thought he heard it raining at one time around four in the morning. Our tents were dry, his tent was kinda wet on one side, and there was some what of a puddle on the lower left hand side.

"Those things peeed on my tent!"

He was right. Something did in fact pee on his tent. On the other side of the tent we found a sticky sappy something. Don't know what it was, don't want to know!

Our visitors had also shaken Leonards tent, and I'm sure they shook Grady's tent also. Perhaps they even had un-zipped his tent. Don't know.

The hike took us across the valley, and up into some aspen, scrub oak, and old growth pines.

{I need to continue this story for later, I've had this link open for a couple of days now, --------{}

Johny

It pissed on the tent? How come it didn't come over to your side and take a crap?

I see nick has already put the popcorn on, so I'll just turn the lights down real low and maybe grab us a few beers from the fridge. Looks like this could be a long, lonely howler of an evening!
Dudlow

me too ya beat me to it....

You didn't wash down the tent, did you?

The evidence of what it was is still there, but I suspect it was a canine.

They like to do stuff like that.

OK- We did not find any discernible track around the camp. Did the breakfast thing,and headed down into the valley. The same route I had taken a week previous by myself.

I showed Leonard and Grady the canyon where the Blobsqautch appears to be climbing a rock. (see previous post- 'Curious') From there we hooked back up with the four wheel drive road. Still plenty of bow hunters in the woods. We ran into a fella from Phoenix who said he had been coming up here for four weeks in a row.

He said:

"You just got to take the time, and make the time to have a little fun!"

We agreed.

Further up the road, Leonard kept looking over to the ridge above us on the right.

"What are you looking at?"I asked.

He pointed to the circling ravens up on the ridge.

"Ravens often follow, if not even harass a large predator in the woods."

"Just by watching the position of the ravens, I can tell something has been flanking us this whole time."

As we hiked on, I kept and eye on the ravens, as we moved, they circled parallel to us up on the ridge. It seemed to make sense. Interesting anyway.

We stopped at a clearing, below the ridge, to see if this thing would follow out into the open. No dice. The ravens stayed circling at the edge of the clearing. Leonard was pretty sure it was a bear.

The road ended at an old sheep camp in a big stand of aspens. We had seen and old sheep camp in a clearing a few miles back. The sheep pen, was adjacent to the house, about twenty yards away. Around the house was a fence made out of poles about 12 feet long angled in.(see photo link)

I asked Leonard if they kept sheep in the yard too. He told me that would be a messy prospect with sheep in the yard.

"They put that fence around the house because they were scared of something." Replied Leonard.


We hiked through the aspen stand, up onto a ridge to our right. Leonard stopped us half way up the trail. He raised his right hand up.

"Look, a fresh track!"(see photo link)

Leonard laid his key next to the track and we took a picture. He said it was a juvenile, two or 300 pounds.

Next we came upon a large rock stack. Leonard said the Anasazi had put it there.
I thought other wise, as I could see it was rodent infested, and have heard that our suspect likes to smoosh these stacks down, take the rocks apart, and dine on delicious flattened rodents.(see photo link)

We crossed the ridge back down into a valley. We happened on a spring, with all kinds of tracks. Elk, dear, coyote, bobcat.

Not sure the order of the pictures, but look for a three toe track.

Very clear toe prints in one. When Leonard looked at the picture, he said and adult stepped there first, and a younger one purposely stepped in the same place.

Next to the spring was a mangled twist broken tree.

Ok- Let's try the photo linkMy Webpage


I encourage you to look at, download, study all these pictures. When I get time, I have more photos and a report from last weekend.

Johny

Hi Johnny,

That's an interesting story. With all due respect, this reads like a work of fiction. I mean no disrespect, just an observation. The pictures of the tracks and the circled object on the rock in which you say it looks like something is climbing
(from the other thread you have here), seems questionable to me as well. It looks like an outcrop/part of the hillside to me.
Are you thinking you had a sasquatch visit your camp/area? Or do you think it's possible it was another animal or a likely misinterpretation?

Johnny,
I agree with Mountain Lady. I think your report would be taken a bit more seriously if you followed the format thread labeled "How To Write An Expedition Report" found in the 'In the Field' section. You might want to reformat your info that way and then be ready to answer some tough questions. It is the same protocal we all have to follow here. Good luck!

I think I have covered most all of the basics in trip report ---reporting? Detailed descriptions of our travels, photo documentation etc. Thank you for your suggestions though. It may read like a work of fiction, but for the most part, what some of us are out there doing, is stranger than fiction. In a stuffed up puffed up angry world, why not convey a little bit of the fun we have in our strange pastime, and still get across the highlights of what we have found? :surrender:

As far as what happened at camp, I am inconclusive on what our visitors were.

As far as the "Blobsqautch" canyon photo, I merly present it as something "Curious" for review by all the readers of this site. In the prior post I encourage everyone to study these photos and give me some feed-back.

I have more photos to present for scrutiny in the future.

Johny

Johnny,
I am just trying to say your commentary is a bit rambling to the point that I can't quite figure out what your talking about at times. The 'novelesque' setting you couch your info in tends to detract from what has actually happened as far as fieldwork is concerned. JMO

I'll be hiking up a wash Sunday that comes out of the Carrizo's. Should be some pictures of interest. When I post on the last couple of trips, I solemnly swear to be less 'novelesque' in my reporting.


Johny

"Just the facts, ma'am."

Thanks BuckSquatch!

The unknown entity whizzed on his tent during the night :rotflmao:

Could you be more 'picturesque' in your picture taking?

Hello, Johny, and everyone else.
First off, I must say that the four corners area, and Navajo/Dine country, and the whole Colorado plateau is in my opinion the most beautiful place in the universe. Even if my experience, in terms of the universe, is fairly limited. But you have all my envy, Johny, for the land you roam.
Now, regarding the pictures - and only the pictures:
Of course the only ones that can really be critiqued in terms of evidence are the three photos of potential tracks. You'll understand that the others are only contextual.
So: -The track with the keys. It's indistinct, though if the end near the key chain is interpretted as a heel then the width is probably reasonable. It could be a boot print. It could be anything. It would definitely be worth noticing in the field, but its real value would be if it led to and was in association with other tracks.
-"Three toe track at spring" - No indication of size makes interpretation more difficult. Doubtful, but could be beaver. (see example here) I believe a beaver track would likely leave grooves from claws, however. To me, with no size comparison, it looks most like a double impression from some kind of deer. The deer steps in the mud twice in nearly the same spot, the back part of the split hooves leave the three lobes seen in the impression.
-"Two sets of toe prints" - To me, these look like obvious deer tracks. The "toes" in question are the back portion of the hooves. Again, on the right there seems to be a double register. There seems to have been a good deal of shuffling about near the water source which confuses some of the details, but these look like pretty standard hoof prints. Actually, the "toe" prints on the left side of the picture vaguely hint at a more elongated hoof which may be from pronghorn. (This would be interesting for a guy from Iowa, like me.)
Of course, I wasn't there. I have no size reference other than the visible vegetation, nor can I tell what may be outside the border of these photographs (though I suspect there were a whole lot of deer tracks and apparently no other sasquatch-looking tracks).
I'm no expert, though I'm good at pretending. Certainly Leonard might be better at identifying tracks than me. Certainly someone may be pulling someone's leg. Certainly the pictures may not do justice to what was actually seen.
But my take: you have one non-distinct and two deer.
I just thought I would give my interpretation.

Hope you don't feel like I'm shooting you down, Johny. Not my intention.
Have fun hiking out there. Catch some lizards for me.

-sleeper

You should be able to down load those pictures and and enlarge them. I see what appears to be epidermal (as in finger prints) marks in some of the toes.


Johny

Can you be more specific as to the location of the "epidermal marks"? Sorry my eyes arent what they used to be.

The double imprint toe on the right. Download- enlarge- there's lots of mega-pixels in this shot.

Johny

Ok...well it appears to be a picture of some kind of footprint...maybe...kinda hard to tell...appreciate the effort though.

OK, we have another sighting over by Fruitland, near Nenahnezad. Leonard talked with a youth of 17 over by his farm in Fruitland. Check this out, the 17 year old went to check up on his cousins, and found them throwing rocks at our suspect. The suspect was catching the rocks airborne, and dropping them.

The cousins were between the ages of 7 and 12. The suspect seemed to be enjoying the encounter with the youths. The 17 year old knows this was not a bear.

More to follow,

Eddie, call me!

Johny

Well Johny, that's a first for me. I've never heaard of a bigfoot catching rocks that kids are throwing at it. Pretty brave kids too! Hope you can give us some more precise info about the incident(s).

I've never heard of that either...but, sounds like fun!

Well I guess we can add catching rocks 'just for fun' to the list of bigfoot traits?

The "suspect"? Are you a cop? And as far as I know, Bigfoot hasnt been accused of a crime in any court.

And it was probably just some Sunday morning Softball League guy; they can be pretty scary looking. Was he wearing a jersey that was number 69 or 00? And if this IS true, I want him to play for the BROWNS. I mean c'mon, he can run AND catch? He'd be a spectacular wide receiver.

Yeah, ol' Johnny with his kamakazi hit n' run postings. He drops these bizzarre stories by but never sticks around long enough to answer any questions.

Sorry guys, it's been a bizy week. Leonard left word at his farm with his daughter, to get a hold of the 17 year old the next time he stops by. We should be able to talk with him this weekend, and go and visit the area where the sighting took place.

I'm heading up to the Carizzo's here in about and hour. I pray this new digi cam works!


Johny

Hey! HEY! But-uh-uh-I-uh-uh-had-uh-uh-this-uhhh-ohh-nevermind.

Hi Johny.

I like your narratives just the way they are. It sets the exact mood of your experiences as you recall them. You don't have to change your writing style just because some people have a difficult time trying to follow you. As you can see, some people like to ridicule and make jokes about what people post here. I am one of the few serious researchers here and I read all retports with an open mind. I have absolutely no problem following what you're saying. This is an informal setting and you aren't in school being graded by a teacher.

So far, it looks like quite an exciting series of events that you have for us. I don't think it's fiction at all. Congratulations to you for getting out in the wild and accomplishing something.

I like the "as it happened" version to.

Johny's grade? Incomplete

Johnny, I took the opportunity to blow the pictures of the tracks up several different ways. The impression photo with the keys looks like a very old track and not very discernable. I would think it is an old shoe or boot print. The picture of the three toed track I would say is a double step print of possibly a white tail or mule deer. The same goes with the picture of the toes...Deer. When taking photos, you had the right idea of using something for size reference like the car keys. Try to do that when taking any pictures and then reference the size of the object you used. For example if you used a pocket knife; say pocket knife used as reference and the size of the knife is 3 inch. That gives us the viewer an idea as to the size of the print in question. Also try to take the picture looking strait down on the print and reference object. The length of the keys I'm guessing is about 3 inches so the impression is about a 6.5-7 inch impression. That is a rough guess with the picture.






edit for speeling

Never thought I would ever be considered a 'meaniehead'. But then again the info being dispensed on this thread gives the term 'rambling dialogue' a new meaning.

Where to begin?

Actually, nevermind. It so isn't worth it.

Dude, you are no fun anymore...


But I guess 'SeriousResearcherMan' just don't got the same ring to it.

Okay, I'll throw you a bone, wc. Let me think of something...

That's one "whiz" of a story!!!

Hmmm... Not so good.

I just ain't feeling it, I guess. I mean, the joke is the story, isn't it? How many people can say they've participated in a bigfoot golden shower party?

Eeeeeeeeewwwwwww! :yuck:

Glad I brought it up.

I'm relieved that no one was injured. That's the number one thing.

Yeah, you're right. It's useless...

The story is seamless. Practically leak-proof.

:doh: You mean it won't hold any water?

If they didn't collect any of that, it's quite a waste.

Okay, guys, get your heads out of your potties and give the man a chance to speak. Let's see what happens... I'd like to hear what he has to say.

Take your number one whiz to the member section of this forum & have some fun. That way this thread doesn't get cobbled up with all your whizzing around...

Yeah, I'm being a real wet carpet, but I want to hear about this...

...somebody's pissed...

I think you've heard it all already. That's the problem, there is nothing to hear. Smoke and mirrors comes to mind. Either Johny's pulling our leg or his grip on reality is thin. But if there is something to say, say it. Don't post these 'twilight zone' vignettes and expect us to go for it. However, I'm willing to let the gullible be led, that's their choice.

Says the guy who claims this as a valid BF research method:



And I love the racial humor from this person!

His idea for a name for NESRA?



Yeah, this is the guy to listen to.

Wildman - You are ALWAYS the man! :notworthy:

Wildman,
It took me a couple of times to catch your drift. LMAO. I imagine the NAACP would not have been amused w/ that moniker. Glad it wasn't used by our bff friends to the east.

Working on another report with pictures. Not the "rock catching" bigfoot. Still running down leads on that one. If we can't contact the individual soon, Leonard has and idea where the farm in question may be. I've got some time off next week, I can go check it out.

Johny

Well Johny, missed ya again!

Good work, Johny. Just keep doin what you're doin. Whether it's getting out and taking pictures, or interviewing people, every little bit counts. It's a big puzzle made up of many little pieces. We only start to see the big picture when enough of the little pieces are in place.