1954, Wynoochee River, Washington: Man in Canoe Sees Baby Bigfoot



1954, Wynoochee River, Washington: Man in Canoe Sees Baby Bigfoot

Avid canoe enthusiast, Leon Ambrose took his new 12 foot Cartopper out for the day. As he was gliding along a smooth stretch of the Wynoochee River, just about where the railroad crosses the river, Ambrose heard crying. First he paid it little attention, since it was the middle of the day and babies are not uncommon. But when the crying did not let up, he turned his ear to really listening to it.

“The sound was very close to an infant’s wail except that there was a touch of something under it. The more I pricked up my ears, the more I heard the throaty growl. I thought it might be a dog,” Ambrose paused, “Then I quickly put that out of my mind, since no dog I ever heard cried like a newborn baby. I should know having raised hunting dogs all my life.”

As Ambrose floated along, the crying got louder and louder. It encircled him and echoed around the bend.

“Then I saw it. A little baby Bigfoot. The little guy was completely soaked, its brown hair matted down, making it look skinny and frail. It must’ve slipped in the mud and fallen in the river. I splashed the paddle into the water. The little Bigfoot shook like a dog, shot a mean look in my direction, then slowly trudged up the slope toward the railroad trestle.”

Ambrose told his wife when he got home and she scolded him for teasing that poor little guy.

1952, Lake Eucha, Oklahoma: Bigfoot Displaced by Spavinaw Creek Dam



1952, Lake Eucha, Oklahoma: Bigfoot Displaced by Spavinaw Creek Dam

In 1952, Spavinaw Creek was dammed creating Lake Eucha. While the Cherokee were warned that their town was going to be submerged, the Bigfoot Colony that lived around the creek, did not.

The week the dam went live and the lake was created, the Cherokee witnessed a very angry Bigfoot Migration.  It included smashed car wind shields, crushed trash bins, and a rash of endlessly barking dogs.  Several of the tribal elders, recounted when they first put in the electricity to the town.  A similar Bigfoot event happened as the night grew brighter.

Where the Bigfoot went remains undetermined.  But they never did return to the Eucha area.

1958, North Bonneville, Washington: Bigfoot Family Makes First Appearance



1958, North Bonneville, Washington: Bigfoot Family Makes First Appearance

Dennis Morgan and his family were driving across country in a recreation vehicle.  They stopped for the night in North Bonneville right near the Columbia Gorge.  As they were packing up their picnic table dinner, the oldest Morgan boy, Bob, shouted in surprise.

He pointed to the treeline, where a group of five figures moved back and forth.  The figures did not move like people.  In fact, they moved more like apes or very agile bears.  Dennis went into the RV to grab his camera equipment, while his wife Joanie, tried to get their boys inside.

Rick, their youngest at age 10, shouted that those figures were clearly a Bigfoot family!  And he started to run toward the group.  Erik, 12, took off after Rick, shouting that those things were going to eat him up.

Bob shouted to his dad to bring out the rifle.  But when Dennis finally emerged from the RV he was carrying all the camera bags.  There was no way he would get them unzipped, let alone set up in time, considering two of his sons were racing across the field shouting and waving their arms like silly people.

Joanie fainted.

The group at the treeline considered the boys running toward them.  The tallest and widest let out a powerful yell, then scooped up the littlest one, turned and went into the woods.  The female of the group grabbed the middle sized one by its hand and yanked it away from a beehive it was poking with a stick.

All the Morgan men’s description of the beasts differed wildly.  Even the drawings the boys made had major dependencies.   For instance, Rick had the fur dark red, while Erik had them all different colors.  While Bob said they looked more like brown bears than apes.  Dennis was bitterly disappointed that he did not get “the shot of a lifetime.”  A fact he continued to bemoan for the rest of his life.

1952, State House, Olympia, Washington: Man Claims State of Washington Covering Up Bigfoot Evidence



1952, State House, Olympia, Washington: Man Claims State of Washington Covering Up Bigfoot Evidence

Herbert Delaney organized a protest in front of the Washington State House in Olympia on this day in 1952.  He and his small group of family and friends were picketing to raise awareness of what Delaney called the “most egregious abuse of power by the worst kind of dictatorship” in the history of Washington.

Delaney claimed that Governor Arthur Bernard Langlie was in cahoots with powerful logging barons to intimidate witnesses and suppress evidence that would definitively prove, once and for all, the existence of Bigfoot.

The State government’s rationale for this action, according to Delaney was to federal intervention that might classify the Bigfoot as a threat to man or worse deem the creature worthy of study and protection.  This sort of thing would really upset the commercial interests of the logging barons.

Delaney and the five other protestors marched in a circle in front of the State House chanting awkward slogan like, “Provide us with the evidence of the Bigfoot!” and “We will not be silenced until the Evidence of Bigfoot is released to us.”

After thirty minutes of this sort of chanting, the local police were called and asked the protestors to disperse.  As Delaney had not obtained the proper permits, he quietly packed it up and went home.

This did not detour him, though.  For in the next five years, Delaney wrote over 400 letters to the Governor demanding all the evidence of the Bigfoot be released to the public.  Never once, did Delaney get a response.

1957, Ponce de Leon Springs, Florida: Naked Skunk Ape Scares Bathing Family



1957, Ponce de Leon Springs, Florida: Naked Skunk Ape Scares Bathing Family

Leroy Flecker and his wife Helen had a yearly tradition of taking their family to Ponce de Leon Springs when the kids got of school for the summer.

This particular trip just did not feel right to Helen, her eldest daughter Anna, remembered, “Mom just felt that something was off. First of all, there were no other people around.  At first we thought this was great. We had the whole place to ourselves.  Us kids, we didn’t notice a thing, really, we were just too excited to be on vacation.  Plus my brothers loved playing in the creek.”

It was probably just after noon, that the family first noticed the strange creature that was sitting in a tree on the far bank.  “My brother Jim had the bright idea to throw rocks at it. This made my father very mad, since you could really hurt someone with a rock. If it hit them you know. And my dad did not like the idea of having to apologize to anyone on us kids’ behalf. So he starts yelling at Jim to get out of the water and stop throwing rocks. “

“That is when my littler brother Brian started crying that the monster in the trees did not have any clothes on.  This was very scandalous to Brian since he loved being naked himself and some of his worst tantrums involved putting on clothes.”

“My father just went nuts when he saw what us kids were all pointing at.  He started yelling at us to get out of the water as quickly as we could.  He really was frantic.  I do not think I ever saw him turn beet red like that.  Later he explained to us that he was deadly frightened that that naked ape looking creature would do something ghastly to us kids.”

“Well, once we all got out of the water. My little brother Phil only after my dad threatened to beat him raw with a belt.  My dad pushed all us kids into the back of the car, still dripping wet and leaving Jim’s shoes behind.  Which made Jim cry, until I reminded him that shoes were clothes.  And dad just hauled ass out of there.”

“It was not until a couple years later that all us kids put two and two together and figured out that what dad was so scared of was one of them Bigfoot Skunk things.  I think dad was nervous because it was naked as a jay bird.  And those monsters are supposed to be hairy.”

1950, Willow Creek, California: Man Arrested For Dressing Like Monster and Selling Autographs



1950, Willow Creek, California: Man Arrested For Dressing Like Monster and Selling Autographs

Unemployed veteran, Geoffry “Duke” Sullivan, was visiting his sister’s family in Willow Creek. He had just hitchhiked across the country looking for work.

While drinking in a local bar, Duke heard stories about a monster who lived in the woods, threw garbage cans at houses, and generally made a mess of other people’s property.  Thinking about this over the next couple days, Duke got what he considered a brilliant idea.

Acting on his brilliant idea, he spent hours locked in his sister’s sewing room, stitching up a very crude furry monster costume. Duke liberated a few fur coats out of his sister’s wardrobe.

Once his costume was to his liking, Duke started walking up and down the country roads at dusk.  He waved his arms at passing cars and sat on rocks with his chin in his hands.  Cars would slow down, then speed up, once he started to move toward them.  At night, Duke listened to the locals gossip about the various monster sightings.

After a month of laying the ground work, Duke got some his brother-in-law, who was an amateur photographer, to take some candid snapshots.  The best of which Duke walked into the newspaper.  Startled, the editor paid him 3 dollars for them, with a promise of $4.25 for any more he was able to capture.  Without telling his brother-in-law about the cash, Duke developed a stack of them.

Duke’s photos ran on the front page of that week’s newspaper. The town was buzzing with speculation.  People who had seen the creature came forward to tell their stories to the newspaper.  A special edition came out.

The local boy scouts started a Willow Creek Monster club which organized weekend monster hunts and coloring competitions.

After selling a few more blurry pictures, Duke decided to cash in completely.  He set up a stand in the town square and announced that the monster had been captured.  Duke promised to display the creature on an upcoming Friday night.

When Friday came, Duke made a big production, having paid a local hobo to wear the monster suit and stand in a poorly constructed wooden cage.

A massive crowd, nearly the entire town, showed up wanting to see the monster.  Before un-draping the cage, Duke sold autographs for a quarter.  Once the crowd was at a near fever pitch, Duke unveiled the monster.  Taking one good look at it, everyone was furious. Clearly, it was a man in a poorly stitched up fur coat costume.

Duke’s sister was the most furious of all.  Demanding the Duke to be arrested, on the spot, for stealing and destroying her precious fur coats.  For the vandalism, Duke spent a week in jail and was fined $250 dollars.

1959, Keuka Lake, New York: Citizen’s Band Radio Enthusiast Nearly Runs Over Green Bigfoot



1959, Keuka Lake, New York: Citizen’s Band Radio Enthusiast Nearly Runs Over Green Bigfoot

Charles W. Schwartz was returning from the post office where he picked up the new tube for his Class D CB radio.  The package had come from some Army friends of Schwartz’s still stationed over in Germany.  Schwartz was admittedly distracted by the rough brown paper wrapping and the tight twine tied around the box, making immediate perusal of the interior parts, impossible.

Schwartz admitted, too, that he might have been speeding.  Speeding and not paying attention, that was until he saw, out of the corner of his eye, someone step into the road.  The person who came lumbering out on to the road was not a person at all.  Schwartz barely had time to jerk his steering wheel to the right, cutting across the double line.  He slammed on the breaks and brought his car to a screeching halt.

He was so upset that he did not even mind that his precious radio parts had been roughly strewn upon the floor of the car.  Schwartz flung open his door and sprung from the car.  He called out, not entirely sure that he had missed hitting the person in the road.  That is when Schwartz took full account of the thing he mistook for a person.

It was clearly a monster.  It was hairy and tall, with a distinct mossy, algae green glow.  It had large red eyes that seemed to scream at him.  A gigantic mouth with sharp, broken teeth, fangs sprouted up and over rows of incisors.  It had massive palms and feet.  Its toes and fingers were strangely delicate, thin, even.  Schwartz said he recognized it as a Sasquatch, in part, because the creature did not seem interested, at all, in him or the missed collision.  Instead, it kept moving its slow plodding path across the road.  Without looking up or at him, the Sasquatch padded off into the woods toward Keuka Lake.

Schwartz considered, for a foolish second, following the monster to see where it was headed.  He considered what a wonderful discovery he would make, discovering the bathing habits of the North American Sasquatch. But without a camera or any other recording device, Schwartz, rightly, considered that no one would believe whatever it was he discovered by pursuing the beast.

Schwartz’s own personal safety was, strangely, never a consideration.  From that day on, Schwartz took on the CB handle of “GreenFoot,” the explanation of which he delighted in regaling the interested and the curious.

1956, Barstrop Texas, Girl Bitten By Mysterious Wild Man Grows Hair



1956, Barstrop Texas, Girl Bitten By Mysterious Wild Man Grows Hair

Rachel Eric Clauffer, 8 years old, was standing on the Cedar Creek bridge watching her schoolmates foot race back and forth across it. She was cheering them on and helping determine who was the fastest kid in her grade.

When suddenly, a wild man emerged out of nowhere. He charged the gang of children. All who were not already running, took off running. Rachel Eric Clauffer did not, she paused to gather up her school books. A delay that would cost her. The wild man, who the other children described as somewhere between 6 and 20 feet tall, with bulging muscles, wearing pants or completely covered in thick black hair, and with eyes like coal fire, grabbed Rachel Eric.

Her classmates screamed and shouted. But it was not enough to scare off the wild man, who bit Rachel Eric on the arm. Enough to break the skin. She passed out. A group of older boys, like in the 6th grade, chased the wild man off by throwing rocks at his head.

Rachel Eric Clauffer was carried to her mom’s house, where her mom treated her bite with hot water, clean rags, and antiseptics. The local high school boys heard about the attack and searched the area for the wild man. Finding no trace of the creep, other than impossibly large footprints. The impressions were a couple inches deep and showed a naked, primate like foot. Some photographs were taken, but lost to time.

Weeks later, Rachel Eric Clauffer started to grow a patch of thick black hair over the spot where the wild man had bit her. Which lead some of the more suspicious old ladies and Mexican voodoo maids to cross themselves whenever mentioning the attack or seeing the little Clauffer girl. It was believed that she had been cursed by the Bigfoot.

A few years late, the unfortunate youngster, Rachel Eric, was killed in a barn accident.

1953, Monongahela National Forest, West Virginia, Stanka Fishing In the River


TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! 13 year old Stanka Drazenovich is fishing at the beaver damn with his two coon hounds. He had packed his father’s lunch pail with a cheese sandwich, some saltine table crackers, and an apple he picked from the Babner’s apple tree.

Right in the middle of his cheese sandwich, his two coon hounds, start barking at and lunging at the bushes on the other side of the river. The dogs started to swim toward the other shore. Stanka calls at them to come back, but they continue yelping and swimming across the muddy river.

Stanka can not see what the dogs are so fixated upon. But it is then, while sitting on the beaver damn, minding his own business, eating a cheese sandwich with his fishing line in the river, a dark and hairy man – much like the Indians in his pulp western novels – this tall and vascular man shrieks at them.

The dogs turn around, hightailing it back toward Stanka, who, himself is so frightened, drops his fishing pole into the water and leaves his father’s lunch pail, to run all the way home.

At some point while running through the woods, Stanka’s two coon hounds surpass him. Frightening him all the more.

1953, Riverside State Park, Washington, Bigfoot done take my keds!


TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! 1953, Mary Jane Tuttle reports a horrific story of weekend horror to the park rangers on her way out of the Riverside State Park in Washington. Tuttle says that she and her three children had arrived at the park for an afternoon picnic on Friday evening. Sometime after they finished their sandwiches and lemon squares, a large hairy man emerged from the woods. In one massive sweep, this man scooped up her three children – aged 4, 6 and 10 – then turned and ran back into the woods. Tuttle spent the next night and two days following the cries of her children. Convinced they were being tortured and eaten, she was beside herself with fret. On the morning on Sunday, May 25, the three children emerged from the bushes, unharmed. They reported having a very nice time with the Bigfoot, who taught them to fish with rocks and how to stay warm with leaf piles.