Wednesday, August 28, 2013


By Lynk Paul Editor Team Tracker



Albert OStman

This story is one of the most well known of all encounters to everyone long entrenched in Bigfoot research. The purpose of this series is mainly, to enlighten people who are new to, and interested in the subject of Bigfoot, present and future research. 

PART 5  

Albert could now see what looked like a family, an old man, an old lady and two young ones, a boy and a girl. The young ones were afraid of him while the old lady didn’t seem too happy with what the old man brought home. The old man gestured his intentions to them and they left him alone. He took out his compass and prospecting glass and attempted to figure out where he was. He found that he was in a small valley or basin about eight to ten acres, which was surrounded by mountains. On the South East side, there was a V-shaped opening about eight feet at the bottom and about twenty feet at the top. Thinking, that must be the way they came in but how will he get out of there with the old man sitting near the opening.


He gathered his belongings and moved over to the West wall to find a cosy spot for a shelter. He emptied his back pack to see what was left for food, this is what he found, canned meat and vegetables were intact and he had one can of coffee. Also three small cans of milk — two packages of Rye King hard tack and my butter sealer half full of butter. But his prunes and macaroni were missing. Also the full box of shells for his rifle. He had his sheath knife but his prospecting pick was missing and his can of matches. He only had his safety box full and that held only about a dozen matches”. Not too worried, he could start a fire with his prospecting glass if he needed to, once the sun was shining.

Needing some coffee right about now, he could not see any dry wood around. He was not able to venture out to search for firewood either because the two young ones were always watching him. So he decided to look for water, which he found in a little spring nearby. With no utensils, he emptied his coffee into a towel and used the can to fetch water. When he got back, he saw the boy looking at his stuff but touched nothing. Also on his way back, he noticed what looked like the place they slept. It measured ten feet deep by thirty feet wide cove well bedded with dry moss and cedar bark.

Nothing much happened on the first day; he had to eat his food cold. The boy was very curious and kept coming close. He tossed an empty snuff box over to him; he jumped back, and then grabbed it. Both he and his sister played with it for a while then he took it over to the old man and they chattered for a while. The next morning, he made up his mind to leave even if he had to shoot his way out. He knew if he did not leave soon, he would not have enough food to make it back to the Toba Inlet. He packed up his stuff, put his pack on his back, chambered a round into his rifle and made his way to the opening. The old man got up and gestured his hands as to push him back.

Albert pointed to the opening, indicating to the Sasquatch that he wanted to leave. He blocked him from leaving and he said what sounded like “Soka, soka”, so Albert backed up, not wanting to get too close. He thought, if he had to shoot his way out, his 30-30 rifle may not have any effect on this creature due to his size and he only had six rounds left. Besides, he did not want to kill the old man and needed to find an alternative to escaping his predicament. 

Albert remembered that a man saved himself from a mad bull by putting snuff in his eyes but how would he get close enough to the old man to do that? He thought he could get the kids to play with the snuff box and take it to the old man so he could taste it.

But in Albert’s mind, the question remained; what direction to go if he should get out? The old man must have traveled at least twenty five miles in the three hours he carried him. If he went west, we would be near salt water; it would be the same if he went south. So Albert thought it was only logical that he must have gone northeast. If he headed south over the two mountains, he would reach saltwater and civilization somewhere between Lund and Vancouver.