Found this report on the Southern Oregon Bigfoot Society webpage
http://www.sobsresearch.com
November 14th-16th 2003 Expedition Results
This expedition was to be our first winter expedition in our 3+ years of Bigfoot research. This outing proved to be very rainy, wet but more productive than we thought it would be, or soon we would find out. Friday night proved to be challenging due to the weather and putting up a new tent in complete darkness, it was chilly in the air and the wind chill didn't help any. I built a fire for our members to de-frost to while setting up for the weekends chilly activities. After a 2 hour battle we managed to get the tent up into a similar shape as the instructions requested, all was well or so it seemed. We blasted out some screams into the canyon and listened for sounds echoing from the canyon back at us. The rain came and went and came again, the usual weather for this time of year. A cold front had moved in and the wind blowing up the canyon put a damper on movement except for under the cover of a sleeping bag and three layers of clothing tossing and turning to get warm.
The rain pelted the tent until it could take no more and that's when the flood gates opened up inside the tent, everything was soaked as the water flooded in from all sides of the tent. It's at this point most people would ask themselves Why am I doing this I must be crazy? This trip was for hard core members, not the ones that run to hide when a sprinkle drizzles down upon your head. There is a point though where you know you must be insane for doing this in this rancid weather, but hey “there are worse hobbies, and after all this is Scientific Research”.
After surviving the night we assembled the group and headed to the baitpiles to check on the cameras, business as usual right?, not this time. When we went to look at the camera at our end baitpile we couldn't believe what we found. The camera had been un-tied from the tree and opened up and laid down on the baitpile face up, film in and batteries in place. Next to the camera was an empty Mackerel can that had been chewed on with some impressive bite marks on it. This can was laying next to the camera on the baitpile. The camera showed no chew marks or sign of being dragged along the ground, it had been taken off the tree and placed on the baitpile, possibly as a sign of aggression? If a human were to do it then why not just steal the camera altogether? Why not take the film?
The can suggests the animal played there a while. We believe that the flash disturbed the animal enough to cause it to take it off the tree. You must be able to have thumbs to untie a knot, and you must have thumbs to open the case on this camera, and since it was not forced open there is only one answer it had to be the Bigfoot. The evidence left on the can suggests a strong bite and the hairs caught in the can will have to be analyzed to see if indeed the animal that bit into the can was indeed Bigfoot. The day progressed as usual and we dried out our gear for another night of rain and pure hell with the weather and tried to ponder the reason why a Bigfoot might mess with our camera. Night fell on Saturday and we found ourselves getting closer to the fire the harder it rained, we just love the mucky weather. It was around 11p.m. and everyone retired at the same time as we didn't get much sleep the night before with the wet tent and bone-chilling temperatures. Only after about 1-2 hours of laying there half asleep we heard a rustling of a tin cup and a grunting noise “bear perhaps”? The creature heard us asking what was that noise? Then it went silent for awhile. Later we thought we heard something circling our tent and then something acting like it threw something at the tent then “crunch” “what was that” then LARGE HEAVY FOOTSTEPS RUNNING AWAY FROM THE TENT! We heard 5-6 really heavy footsteps running away down the road! I hurriedly put on my boots and in my pajamas I took chase, but in vain as this guy was FAST! I noticed it was strangely quiet and foggy but the moon gave the appearance of light for about 50-75 feet. John was right behind me and we looked for tracks, but the saturation level was compromised with the soil, so it was impossible to see conclusive tracks. We all heard the Bigfoot take off, it sounded like an earthquake. Now it all made sense in my mind the can, the camera, the Bigfoot running off. Curiosity will get us to capture him on film, but he is evasive, very evasive! This is the ultimate roller coaster ride one minute your down and the next you're up…up…up…
We retired for the night once John got back from trekking down the road for a bit to hopefully get a visual but the animal was long gone once again, scared off by human voices, but curious enough to check us out. The next day we checked the area well and loaded up the baitpiles and headed out to resume our weekly human duties, all the while wondering why is Bigfoot so curious but yet so elusive, only time will tell.
Raymond Rosa President S.O.B.S. November 18th 2003