Blueberry Bog Knocks 8/16/17

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Aug 172017
Blueberry Bog

The Blueberry Bog in late summer

The Blueberry Bog is one of the best bigfooting locations I have yet found in Mount Hood National Forest.  Between a small number of researchers and me, a dozen or more sasquatch encounters have occurred here.  Most have come in the form of knocks, but there also have been camp visitations, whoops, long calls, and gifting interactions reported from these researchers.  No sightings have yet occurred, but there are also no reports from here in any of the online databases nor from any book I have ever read.  It’s a good spot.  

I visited this location back in June on a day trip.  The mosquitoes were beyond bad.  It is nearly impossible to be in the area until some drying happens in the forest and the mosquitoes decrease in numbers dramatically.  One of the researchers in my inner circle has been in the area a couple times this summer scouting for hunting season.  Elk and deer sign was abundant.  Sign of very large canines was also identified.  The possibility of wolves exists, and would be very interesting to verify with a visual sighting.  That would be newsworthy, I suspect.  

My schedule freed up enough for my wife and I to make a quick overnight to the Blueberry Bog this past week.  It’s a beautiful area with abundant wildlife and a stunning view of Mount Hood, so no matter if the bigfoots were there or not, I knew it would be a great trip.  However, at least one bigfoot was there.  

Long after dark and shortly after midnight, the wood ducks in the nearby bog were restless.  They vocalized and moved around the swamp in an agitated way.  An unidentified vocalization came from north at 12:37 am.  The whistle you hear is accompanied by another sound behind it.  If you think you know what made this noise, please contact me and share your idea with me.  It would be best to include a reference recording from online with your suggestion for verification purposes.  


Just before one o’clock, we heard a knock coming from north of camp.  In years past, a knock from this area is often the first sign of a sasquatch being in the area, and usually right around this time of night.  Sure enough, twenty minutes later, a loud knock occurred just a short distance east of camp.  


Captivated, we listened intently for the next hour and heard nothing unusual except the continued distress of the local waterfowl.  I was thrilled that the sasquatches seemed to be back on their old schedule (some logging in the past five years seemed to have disrupted the activity a bit).  My wife was thrilled to hear a good, loud knock.  We were both happy to share the experience.  

The above recordings were obtained using a Zoom H6.  For more information on audio recorders I’ve used for bigfooting, click here.  

Springs, swamps, and the accompanying plant life permeate the area around the Blueberry Bog.

Oct 202012
It is once again St. Patty’s day, named after the bigfoot filmed 45 years ago today.  I know that this film has played a huge role in many a bigfooter’s life, including my own, so it seems appropriate to pause for a moment and show some gratitude to Roger Patterson, Bob Gimlin, and Patty herself for converging on Bluff Creek that day.
A lot of excellent work has been done in recent years to validate the film.  Most notable, in my opinion, is the work done by Bill Munns.  Along with Mr. Munns, Steven Streufert and Robert Leiterman have put in quite a bit of effort to properly document the exact location of the film site that was until recently lost to time.
I had the opportunity to go to the PG film site this past summer with Bill Munns, Steven Streufert, Robert Leiterman, and a host of other bigfooters.  In honor of the film, I will post some of the photos taken on this trip. Enjoy!
Bill Munns and Cliff Barackman
Cliff Barackman and the big tree from
the background of the PG Film

Bill Muns walking next to the location where Patty was first seen
on the film.  She walked along the path that is marked
with the yellow rope.

Roger Patterson started filming at the spot
marked with the rock pile.  He ran along the
course marked with the yellow rope until
falling to his knees shy of where the
river’s berm is today.

Bill Munns and Steven Streufert matching their maps to the the film
The rediscovery crew standing very near where Patty walked in
the most famous frame of the film
Jan 232011

Every spring break, I take a few nights and disappear into the woods for some bigfooting adventures.  In the year 2008, my trip was to the Olympic Peninsula, and my only companion for most of the trip was my video camera.  I have recently edited together footage taken on that trip for your viewing pleasure.  I hope you enjoy it!

Jan 152011

2005 Mescalero, NM

Found by
Dennis Pfohl
Collected by
Dennis Pfohl
Width (heel of palm)
16 cm
Width (midpoint of fingers)
14 cm
Width (heel of palm)
16 cm
24.6 cm
Thumb width
4.6 cm

The year 2005 was a very bigfooty year in New Mexico. Several expeditions were held at various locations by the BFRO and others, some of which yielded sightings and footprint photographs. 

One of the more interesting pieces of data to come out of New Mexico that year was a handprint left on a mobile home’s weathered screen window on the Mescalero Indian Reservation. It was  found by Dennis Pfohl, a bigfoot investigator (and friend of the ‘squatch) from Colorado, who was on the scene investigating activity from the night before. The handprint’s size, height from the ground, and context all suggest that it is likely from a sasquatch. 

Mescalero, NM

Dennis collected the screen, and it is now in his possession. The handprint is still clearly visible and is housed in a picture frame. I had the opportunity to closely examine the screen in person at the Bellingham Conference of 2005.

The handprint has the appearance that it could have been made by a giant, dark mitten. The only digit that is clearly discernable is the thumb, which juts out of the palm area at a 54 degree angle. There is a muddy smear inside the “mitten” that is thought to have been made by the initial contact of the hand before the screen was distorted (see below).    

Thinking this was an interesting and fairly rare piece of possible data, I approached Dennis to ask him about including the hand print in my ever-growing online cast database.  Dennis not only agreed, he went the extra mile to write up a summary of his investigation to include with the photos.  

Thank you to my good friend, Dennis Pfohl, for helping out and being a model of cooperation for others to emulate!

Here is Dennis’ report:

I had been to Mescalero, NM several times in two months following up on investigations of reported sasquatch sightings in the area. On the morning of January 29, 2005, I got a call from one of the local investigators who lived in Mescalero informing me that a resident on the northwest corner of town had another disturbance early that morning.

We had already met with this young couple before, and they lived in a single-wide mobile home on private property that bordered the scrub oak and pine forest at the base of the mountain. Several times in the previous weeks they had complained about strange noises, rock throwing, and seeing unusual shadows outside after dark. The wife even reported having a quick, fightening glimpse one night of what she thought was a large hair covered head and face looking in through the corner of a bedroom window.  The family was understandably uneasy and upset about this prowler, or “visitor,” and was happy to have people who would take them seriously and investigate.

One evening while on location a neighbor came out to meet us and told us that they had seen a very tall, dark-colored, large man-like creature run between the mobile home and their house. They described its head as reaching the rain gutters of the garage, which was over eight feet from ground level.

On the morning of the window disturbance the husband had informed me that he works an early shift and was usually up by 2 am to get ready for his job. He stated that on that morning while in the bathroom shaving for work, he heard a noise outside the bathroom window. The glass in that window was the typical frosted glass, commonly used as privacy glass, so he was unable to see out easily, but did say he saw movement through it.

When we investigated later that day, I asked the husband to show me the window. The first thing I noted was its height from ground level. Then we found that the screen had been damaged. Upon closer examination, I discovered what looked to be an impression on the material itself. The husband assured us the screen was in good condition and intact before that night.

It measured seven feet to the bottom of the window frame,
and another nearly twelve inches to the bottom of the print on the screen,
placing it around the eight-foot level.

As we did a thorough search around the property, including directly below the window itself for any impressions, we found nothing of obvious interest. Unfortunately the ground was dry, and mostly consisted of crushed granite that made it resistant to footprints.

Further evaluation of the screen material evidence led me to the following summation:

First, to qualify my report I have to let the reader know that I have lot of experience handling screening material as part of my small business which includes building and installing new, as well as re-screening, residential and commercial screens. Often that includes replacing torn, damaged, and weather-checked, brittle screening material with new.

Commonly found in residences are aluminum and fiberglass screening material. At this residence they had fiberglass screening on the windows. Over time, with age, fiberglass material will start to become brittle and weathercheck from exposure to the elements and UV rays. When this type of screening material becomes weathered, it is prone to marking easily.  If the oils in the skin come in contact with the material they will be absorbed into the material leaving the shape of the contact area. I had seen this before from handling old screening material.

My interpretation of the impression on the window screen is that something had pushed forcefully upward on the screen, tearing the sides and bottom of the screen free from the frame with only the top edge left intact.

This is how we found it.

At the upper end of the actual screen mark there is a series of small tears on the screen material. These are in alignment of where one would expect to normally find fingernails on the end of the digits. With permission, I took measurements, documented the find with photographs, and eventually got permission to remove the screen.  I later replaced the screen with a new one for the residents.

Dennis Pfohl 

Dennis measuring the window.
All photos courtesy of Dennis Pfohl.

In regards to the mitten-shape of the print, Dennis had this to add:

The large mitten shape on the screen material is a result of the force used against the screen when it tore. My best evaluation of what occured follows:

As the original unaltered screen is pushed inwards and upwards, the first light colored (tan) markings are left from the abrasion of the skin contacting the material that is still tight on the frame. This is also when the tears occurred at the area where we would assume the digits would be. Those could have been caused by fingernails, the fingertips, or even the tips of the dermal pads if it used enough pushing force.

Additionally the screen is actually stretched a bit.  There are four concave, large, finger-width grooves (approx 30mm) following the length of the imprint and leading to each tear. This is where one would expect to see just this type of damage from pushing on it.

I believe the lighter coloration was the first contact, but the screen didn’t tear completely from the frame. There is typically only around an inch of space between the screen material and the glass of the window. This small gap does not allow enough stretch to occur without breaking the glass itself.

The second attempt, and the larger mitt shape, is what tore the screen from the frame. The impression indicates it lifted its hand slightly before pushing upwards giving a better contact area against the material (this is probably the force that tore the screen from its frame) almost like a double strike. I have seen this in the past when working on similar material, and it is common. That is why I recognized what I was looking at right away.

Jan 072011

Last May, three brothers from back east made a trip to the Siskiyou Mountains of Northern California for a bigfooting trip.  Over a period of several days, they encountered indications that sasquatches were nearby, and even had a brief sighting.  Their BFRO report is quite long and detailed, but for report junkies, it is definitely a good read.

The reason I draw your attention to their account is that a video is included in the report.  This video does not contain any visual evidence, but it does contain very faint audio evidence.  When you watch the video below, turn up your speakers or put on headphones and pay attention at the 1:10 mark.  You will hear faint, yet distinct, clacking noises in response to the witness’ whoops.

Below is the article from 1897 on which the brothers’ expedition was based.

Nov 262010

Here’s a link to a short clip that I’m certain you’ll enjoy.  It features Bob Saget and James “Bobo” Fay shopping for samurai swords while on a bigfoot trip last April.

Craig Flipy, Tom Yamarone, Bob Saget,
James “Bobo” Fay, and the sword.

See the rest of this episode of “Strange Days with Bob Saget” this coming Tuesday, November 30th, at 10:30 EST on the A&E cable network.  Remember to check your local listings!

I noted in a previous blog that Mr. Saget was truly interested in the bigfoot mystery and treated us all with kindness and respect.  I only hope his editors do the same…

Here are some other photos for your enjoyment:

Bob Saget and Derek Randles
James “Bobo” Fay, Craig Flipy, and Bob Saget
Calling around, looking for swords
Nov 082010

Over the last month or so, professional and personal obligations have firmly anchored me in the cityscape of the Portland metropolis.  No matter how much I love this town, I had to get out regardless of what the local meteorologists said.

I set my sites on the beloved Coast Range in Clatsop County and broke out my maps.  Having recently spoken to a biologist who stumbled upon a couple bigfoots knocking back and forth to each other on the Nehalem River, I thought I’d give that area a shot.  I had never been to this particular part of the river before, having only taken a drive up the river from the coast (and stopped by the washout of the Foss Road Bridge), and certainly the whole area is mind-bogglingly squatchy.  However, when faced with a vast region where literally everywhere seems to be the perfect habitat for sasquatches, how does one narrow down the search?

Lost Lake on a rainy evening.

I’ve always been a fan of lakes and marshes, so using Google Earth, I started scanning the area.  I stumbled across a well-used fishing spot south of Highway 26 called Lost Lake.  It seemed just about perfect.  The water would ensure that lots of animals and plants (and therefore bigfoot food) would be present.  It was located high up on a hilltop, thus giving the area lots of panoramic views and strategic escape routes.  There were practically no sightings from that stretch of river, even though I’m pretty certain there are bigfoots in the area.  This, to me, indicated that I’d  be working with “virgins,” or bigfoots that hadn’t been bigfooted before and therefore would be more apt to fall for my little tricks.

While preparing to leave on Saturday morning, I received a phone call from another investigator in Portland who picked up a report of some fresh footprints in the Coast Range.  The investigator was going to meet with the witness in Beaverton, and then drive to the location, so I tagged along.  On the way to the witness’ house, I picked up friend of the ‘squatch, Guy Edwards, the lead artist for the Bigfoot Lunch Club blog.

Guy Edwards implementing his circus training.

As it turns out, the location was only a short drive from my final destination, being located way back in the maze of roads along Wolf Creek.  After navigating the logging roads, hiking off trail a few hundred yards and crossing a shallow creek, it turned out that the prints were likely a misidentification.  The witness felt bad to have dragged us out to the wilds to show us bear tracks, but I didn’t feel like it was a waste of time.  At least he reported it to somebody.  Too many people never tell anyone what they have seen, and potentially valuable data has repeatedly been lost as a result.

In person, the print looked much less bigfooty.

I’ve gone out on dozens and dozens of such excursions to look at possible sasquatch prints, and I have yet to see a really clear track in the ground.  After all, all the research points to the fact that clear tracks are by far more rare than actually seeing a sasquatch.  Still, if I don’t go out on every lead I get, I may never see a clear track in the ground.  I’ll happily go on hundreds of wild goose chases to see one set of prints in mud!  Who wouldn’t?

After saying goodbye to the investigator and witness, I managed to meet up with Craig and Brianna Flipy (yes, he was recently married!), and Barney Rubbish.  We caravaned together to Lost Lake and found a suitable campsite before the rains hit.

With the downpour just starting, we managed to construct some shanty-like shelters which kept us moderately dry.  It was raining hard enough that our auditory senses would be useless for the evening.  It looked like our bigfoot trip degraded into a camping trip with good friends, which is fine too.  Though it was wet enough that we never managed to get a decent fire going, we kept ourselves warm with friendly conversation and yummy birthday home brew (yes, I brew, and it’s my birthday month).  A few hours later, we all made our way to bed for the evening.

Mike and Boofy, all wrapped up.

I awoke, as I nearly always do, a few minutes before my alarm would be going off (even though it was the weekend, which is a really annoying habit I’ve fallen into this past year).  The rain had temporarily stopped, and a silence had descended upon the forest.  I don’t know what time it was, but it was very early greylight (that time after dark, but before dawn).  I was looking at the ceiling of my tent, listening, when I heard a loud knock from the northeast.  Perhaps thirty seconds later, I heard a more distant knock from the southeast.  Of course, no recorder was running because the cacophony of raindrops would have drowned out any calls the previous evening, and I pretty much wrote off squatching for the night.  I guess Lost Lake was a pretty good location after all…

As I later found out, the knock was loud enough to have awakened Craig from his sleep.  Was it a bigfoot?  I don’t know, of course.  Still, it was pretty loud and clear.  I’m still waiting for a better explanation for these knocks I keep hearing…  In the meantime, I’ll be looking forward to returning to Lost Lake for a less rainy look around.

Oct 162010

As you probably know, the McKenzie River Footage surfaced this past August.  This footage showed what appeared to be a large, dark, upright figure clearly walking on two legs with swinging arms.  Not knowing what was depicted in the video, a friend of the videographer reported the film to the BFRO.

As luck would have it, when the report came in I happened to be in Pennsylvania on a bigfooting trip with BFRO founder, Matt Moneymaker.  Matt asked if I’d like to look into it for him.  

On September 11, 2010, I went down to the McKenzie River with some friends to do my version of an on-site investigation.  My conclusions have been posted elsewhere on this blog, but I thought you might enjoy watching some video footage from that day.  


Sep 072010

To me, Labor Day is always about returning to work.  (In fact, that’s how I remember the name of the holiday at all.)  I seem to always have this three-day weekend as the last three days of real summer vacation before a new group of younglings come knocking on my classroom door.  

Since the metaphoric whole world seems to take to the hills on this special occasion for their own special family campouts, I tend to stay closer to home taking care of last minute things for the classroom or just barbecuing with friends.  I prefer to leave the crowds to themselves.

This year, I got an invitation from my regular field partner and friend of the ‘squatch, Craig Flipy, to accompany him and a group of his friends on a camping trip.  Yes, camping.  Not bigfooting, but camping.  How novel.  Of course I accepted.  

I don’t actually camp much, and I’m not even really sure how to do that anymore.  I suppose it’s just bigfooting without the gear and stuff.  Would I be allowed to do calls, I wonder?

As the date grew closer, individuals hopped on the camping train, and several fell off.  When it came right down to it, we were left with only four of us: Craig and Barney (two of my regular bigfooting bros), newcomer Guy Edwards from the excellent bigfoot blog Bigfoot Lunch Club, and me.

Barney, Craig, and Guy on a sandbar looking for interesting prints.

Suddenly, this camping trip had turned into a bigfooting trip.  Thank goodness.  It felt so awkward!

We headed out to Mt. Hood National Forest to see if we could drum up some bigfooty action.  Though Guy is well-versed in the cultural side of the bigfoot thing, he had never really done any field work before.  He was more than happy to tag along, watch, and ask questions.  He told me more than once that he hadn’t done anything like this since he was a kid, which was a nice thing for me to hear.  I hope to hold on to my youthful attitude as long as I can, and I believe that bigfooting keeps me young.  It is a pleasure to share it with others.

The view from Sunday’s camp.

No bigfoot action was noted over the course of our two nights in the field, though we did some serious scouting and had a great time.  We found two night’s worth of excellent campsites with deep ravines, thick with signs of life.  Both bear and cougar were tracked on the river bottoms and steep canyon walls.  The ominous grey clouds danced on the ridges to the east and never gave us the expected rain.  It was a great weekend.

Black bear print.

Guy was also treated to his first real foray into bushwhacking, and what better species to get him used to going through than manzanita?  He noted to me on the drive home that this was a highlight of the trip.  I was relieved to hear that.  I knew he would either love it or hate it.  

To spare you the details of a relatively uneventful trip, I’ll just show you some nice pictures from our adventure.  Enjoy!

The meeting of two creeks.

Guy Edwards looking coolly heroic.
This creek had a high sulfur content, judging from the color and smell.

Crain Flipy dozing in the fading light.

Big Mike won’t give up his dead mouse without a fight.