1978, Ecola State Park, Oregon : Bigfoot Hunter Becomes the Hunted

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1978, Ecola State Park, Oregon : Bigfoot Hunter Becomes the Hunted

Amateur Bigfoot hunter Clarence Schutletter had been in the Ecola State Park for nearly a week. He had established a grid and was methodically scouring the terrain for any and all hints or evidence of a Sasquatch.

Schutletter had stopped to eat a baloney sandwich. It was a little after one o’clock in the afternoon. Schutletter felt that he was being watched. So he grabbed his 35mm camera and started scanning the area around him. He saw nothing.

The rest of the day, though, he could not shake the feeling that he was being followed – stalked even. At his campsite later that night, he was so uneasy that he could not sleep. Schutletter just felt something was watching him.

The following morning, Schutletter found hundreds of tracks circling his campsite. While the tracks overlapped so much it was impossible to definitively determine if the tacks were made by an animal or a Bigfoot. But Schutletter has a clear sense that the Bigfoot hunter became the Bigfoot huntee that night.

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.

1940, Rogue River National Forest, Oregon: Bigfoot Splashing in Waterfall

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1940, Rogue River National Forest, Oregon: Bigfoot Splashing in Waterfall

While collecting rock samples from a creek bed near a waterfall in the Rogue River Forest, Doug Porter was startled by a loud splash.

When he looked up the river, he saw a large hairy man sitting under the waterfall, splashing and growling with glee. Porter thought it was some sort of hobo or maybe a mountain man who came to wash himself. But on closer examination, he saw that the man was clearly a beast.

It was totally naked and completely covered in a fine dark hair, its facial features were more like an ape than a man, and its arms were much too muscular for a normal human. Porter saw its gigantic feet poking out of the stream and at once realized he was looking straight at a real live Bigfoot.

Since Porter was not a Bigfoot hunter, he stood up and ran as fast as he could out of there. He did not even return to collect his geology equipment.

1985, Gifford Pinchot National Forest, Oregon: Bigfoot Throws Snowballs

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1985, Gifford Pinchot National Forest, Oregon: Bigfoot Throws Snowballs

Daniel Cortland was taking photos for his family Christmas card in the Gifford Pinchot Forest. He had gotten some nice shots, but nothing that was really great.

As he plodded along through the snow, he saw a tree that was completely outlined in snow. As he inched closer for the perfect angle, he was hit in the head with a snowball. Startled he called out. He was immediately answered by a laughing howl. Then another snowball hit him. And another.

Cortland twirled around and tried to find the culprit. He spied a 12 foot hairy beast hiding behind one of the larger trees about 100 yards away. He raised his camera to get a shot of the Bigfoot, but only saw the white blur of the snowball that smacked into his camera.

Cortland called out angrily that his camera was off limits, but was answered only by a more intense barrage of snowballs. Completely humiliated, Cortland turned heel and ran away. The soft pad of snowballs followed as he ran.

Cortland remains surprised that when he tells of his Bigfoot encounter, most people believe everything except the creatures impeccable aim.

1983, Willamette National Forest, Oregon: Man Finds Bigfoot Tracks

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1983, Willamette National Forest, Oregon: Man Finds Bigfoot Tracks

Many people have come across Bigfoot tracks over the years, but David Duff’s discovery set the Bigfoot community abuzz. Dorf claims that while searching for Bigfoot in Willamette Forest, he came across a strange set of tracks.

The footprints were in some soft dirt and not that clearly defined. It was clear to Duff, an experienced Bigfoot hunter, that he was looking at Bigfoot tracks. The footprints were deep, with a raised ridge around the instep. From heel to big toe the impressions were nearly a foot and half long.

Duff set about marking the prints he found so he could make plaster casts of them. He continued to look for better examples. About thirty yards away from the first set of prints, Duff discovered something startling. Duff found himself looking at a clear impression of where a Bigfoot had sat down to rest.

Immediately, Duff set about casting the butt print in plaster. The impression was massive and one can clearly see the knotted fur of each buttock. Duff presented his twenty-three inch impressions to the world, but many within the Bigfoot community scoffed at his casts. Calling him a fraud for showing off what he claimed was Bigfoot’s butt.

1919, Boomer Hill Area, Oregon: Bigfoot Seen Eating Beehive

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1919, Boomer Hill Area, Oregon: Bigfoot Seen Eating Beehive

Buck Troll and his brother Heck Troll were fledgling Oregon moonshiners. Not that they were very adept at concocting the stuff. In fact, they nearly blew themselves up with their second still. The first failed due to lack of piping.

Their third still was brewing up nicely. Buck arrived to relieve his brother for the afternoon, since Heck had an appointment with a judge. As the two brothers exchanged their scant pleasantries, there came a loud commotion from a few yard behind their stillhouse.

Heck grabbed the shotgun as he followed Buck toward the noise. Both stood in wordless amazement at what they saw. A 12 to 18 foot man creature was pulling at the large honeybee hive hanging in the upper branches of one of the trees. The creature was entirely covered in thick stringy hair which smelled like the bottom of a fish barrel.

Heck started laughing something awful when he saw the monster finally pop the beehive from the branch and stuff it into its gigantic mouth. Buck did not laugh on account of being so scared. Buck knew what he was looking at, while Heck did not. See, Buck was the older brother and grew up knowing about the Boomer Hill Monster.

A creature so fierce it would eat whole beehives including the bees and not care one whit if it got stung in the mouth or the throat or the belly! Now Buck was face to face with his worst nightmare, he was too scared to run.  But not too scared to knock the shotgun out of his damn fool of a brother’s hand, when Heck leveled it at the creature.

Heck’s yell in protest scared the Boomer Hill Monster, Buck figures, because the creature leaped from the tree and took off like a stuck pig into the woods. Buck refused to return to the stillhouse ever again, even through Heck assured him the creature never returned.

1962, Umatilla National Forest, Oregon: Campers Report 6 Hours of Howling and Tree Knocking

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1962, Umatilla National Forest, Oregon: Campers Report 6 Hours of Howling and Tree Knocking

While camping with his family in Umatilla National Forest, Ed Krolak reported to the rangers that he had been kept up all night by suspicious animal howling.  More disturbingly, though, were the sounds of tree vandalism.  Krolak clearly heard someone breaking branches from trees, banging logs together, and what sounded like rocks being thrown at tree trunks.

Krolak did not venture far from his camp.  But he did yell out into the night for whomever was making those noises to stop.  And that he would report them to the proper authorities.

The park ranger noted that there were several sightings on the same night of a large ape-like man animal that was howling and throwing rocks.  Krolak was incensed that the park ranger, an employee of science, would even recount such childish tales of monsters in the woods.