As we sat in Troy's pick-up, we listening to the rain on the roof and the police scanner which sat on the dash board. Suddenly we heard an Oregon State Trooper call out to his partner and say something to the effect of, "You better get over here NOW!" His partner asked for his location, in which the reply was, "About a mile south of Miles Rock Rd." (The first Trooper's sounded very distressed over the radio.) The second Trooper asked if he was "Okay". The first Trooper's reply was, "Yea!... just get over here!... Its not for over the air!" With nothing better to do, Troy started the truck and we drove south to see what was going on. I remember Troy and I teasing with one another that maybe the Trooper had found "D.B. Cooper!". (If you don't know who D.B. Cooper is... I can tell you later!)

As we rounded a corner, we saw an Oregon State Trooper parked on the left side of the logging road. (At this point, Troy rolled down his window.) As we approached, we noticed that the Trooper was standing in front of his truck holding his shotgun. Troy slowed, and was going to ask the Trooper if everything was "Okay". As we slowly approached the Trooper's location, there was an almost "overpowering" odor of "Wet Dog" that filled the air. The odor was so strong that it was almost like having a soaking wet, stray dog in the cab of the truck with us.

Troy stopped next to the Troopers truck, and before Troy could say anything, the Trooper said, "YOU KIDS, GET OUT OF HERE!!!" The Trooper seemed more scared than authoritative. As I looked, I noticed that the Trooper had been looking at a large impression in the side of a dirt embankment. (The dirt embankment was about 10 feet high.) The impression was about half way up the embankment, and appeared as though a rock, about half the size of a volley ball had been removed from the hillside, leaving a large hole. There were no other impressions on the hill. As Troy and I drove away, I turned around to see the trooper take several steps up on the embankment and looked carefully at the impression.

Troy and I drove about another two miles until we reached a locked gate. Troy turned the truck around and parked. We talked about the situation with the State trooper, and wondered what it could have been. Eventually, we decided to leave... but would ultimately have to drive past the Trooper's location.

As we approached the Trooper's location, His partner had already arrived, and both were out of their trucks, holding their shotguns. As we were about to pass, the first Trooper quickly walked towards our truck and yelled, "If you boys are looking for trouble... you're about to find it! Now get your @ss out of here!!!" I quickly looked at the impression in the embankment and noticed that it looked more like the front part of a large foot that had dug into the dirt... as though something or someone had jumped up the embankment in one stride. Troy and I drove back to another road to continue to hunt. (I mean "Dry out!")

When I told Troy what I thought I saw, Troy said that he was reluctant to say that when we originally drove by... he thought it was a large human foot print, but said nothing because he thought I would laugh at him. Nothing else happened that evening.

About a week later, I was at work listening to a local radio station when the morning D.J. came on the radio and began to tell a story of two Oregon State Troopers who claimed to see a large ape like creature, in the hills just East of Springfield. The D.J. went on to say that the alleged sighting occurred only a week earlier. The D.J. laughed and accused the Troopers of taking liberties with the contents of their evidence locker, stating something to the effect of, "Don't you wonder what all the cops do with all that marijuana they confiscate? Well... now we know!"