1998, Holeb Pond, Maine: Bigfoot Washing Up

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1998, Holeb Pond, Maine: Bigfoot Washing Up

Robert Martin was hiking around Holeb Pond when he heard tremendous splashing. Thinking there might be some fun ahead he rushed toward the noise.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw two huge hairy red Bigfoot playfully splashing each other. one stood in the water about knee deep while the other stood at the water’s edge, clearly trying to stay dry.

The Bigfoot in the water kept reaching into the pond and flinging water at the other who would howl in frustration. Martin stared in disbelief before slowly creeping away.

It was only about a half an hour later than Martin remembered the camera hanging around his neck. He still tells the story of how he was too frightened by the enormity of the creatures to actually take their photograph.

His family assume he made the whole thing up.

1978, Voyageurs National Park, Minnesota: Boater Sees Bigfoot Carvings

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1978, Voyageurs National Park, Minnesota: Boater Sees Bigfoot Carvings

Ed Zattara was canoeing in Voyageurs National Park. He noticed a large jutting rock structure ahead so he paddled toward it, thinking it would be a nice place to eat his brown bag lunch.

When he clambered up onto the rocks, Zattara noticed some very odd markings in the stones. He took out his notepad, the one he planned to use to note all the various birds he saw on his trip. He took a few minutes to trace out the crudely carved oddities.

Later, he showed his drawings to a friend of his, Mark Slocumb who was an expert in Native American stone carvings. When Slocumb looked the Zattara’s  markings, he grew very quiet and somewhat scared. He asked again where Zattara had seen them.

Growing alarmed, Zattara demanded answers. Slocumb slowly explained that he had only ever seen markings like this once before, at a very secret and remote location where a shaman had lead him blindfolded. The shaman said that these markings were made by Bigfoot to commemorate the dead. In other words, it was a Bigfoot gravestone that Zattara had eaten his peanut butter and jelly sandwich on.

1970, Clackamas River, Oregon: Trucker Hears Screams

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1970, Clackamas River, Oregon: Trucker Hears Screams

Doug Starlin was driving his pickup truck back from his mother’s house where he had just loaded up an old washing machine, when he heard some shrill, terrible screams.

He pulled to the side of the road and turned off his engine to get a better listen. The screaming came in three distinct bursts – one short screech, longer howl, and then a shorter screech again.

Starlin sat in his truck listening to the vocalizations for roughly 20 minutes, before they seemed to move away. They did not stop, they grew more distant and faint.

When Starlin described the screams to some friends, the three of them came to conclusion that it was most likely a couple Bigfoot communicating over a considerable distance.

1969, Ross Lake, Washington: Campers See Blurs in the Trees

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1969, Ross Lake, Washington: Campers See Blurs in the Trees

While camping with his family, Bill George Rochon, claims that he saw something moving around the tops of the trees.

Rochon tells how after his family went to sleep, he sat up near the dying camp fire smoking his pipe. He heard the trees rustling and whipping around like they would during a storm. But there wasn’t a cloud in the sky nor a hint of a breeze.

Rochon stood up and moved toward the noises. That is when he saw several large ape sized blurs jump from tree to tree. They were almost silent, except for the sound they made launching and landing.

Rochon grew concerned for his family. He thought about shouting or throwing stones at the blurs, but then thought better of it. Since whatever was in those trees, seemed to be minding its own business.

Rochon finished his pipe and went to bed. The next day, he told his family about what he witnessed. His son Georgie was convinced his dad saw some baby Bigfoot.

1986, Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota: Hiker Sees Bigfoot Goop

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1986, Theodore Roosevelt National Park, North Dakota: Hiker Sees Bigfoot Goop

Sam Kinder was hiking in the Theodore Roosevelt National Park around dusk. Kinder said he heard a slow drip up ahead.

“It sounded like when you empty a can of soup into the pan, that sort of long sluck,” Kinder reported.

As he approached the sound he saw that there was a whitish, goo dripping from the branches uphead.

“I seen enough horror movies, where the hillbilly goes and sticks his fingers or s stick into the alien goop and it scoots up that stick and starts taking over his body. I didn’t go near it,” Kinder said.

Instead, Kinder walked around the trees where the goop dripped down. When pressed to explain the origin of the slime, Kinder simply smiles and says, “Bigfoot, obviously.”