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"The Native American Giant Wars"

 

 

 

 

By Chad Miles Team Tracker Member

 

Native Americans tell of legendary battles between themselves and a race of red haired giants that inhabited the land even before their tribes.  These giants were said to be 12 to 15 feet tall and notoriously known as cannibals.  These large, vicious giants were said to attack Indian villages and take the inhabitants for food.

The Paiute Indians have an oral history of these giants that they called the Si Te Cah.  Legend has it that the Paiute were at war with the Si Te Cah for many years and managed to gain the upper hand by banding together many tribes to fight against the giants.  They managed to trap the remaining behemoths in a cave.  After waiting and antagonizing the giants to come out of the cave they started a fire at the mouth to drive the giants out.  A few did indeed come out of the cave only to be met with scores of Paiute arrows.  The last remaining giants died in the cave from the effects of the fire and smoke.

The cave were this all supposedly took place is called Lovelock Cave today and is located in the state of Nevada.  The cave would become the site of a mine in the early twentieth century.  Oddly, the object of the mine was bat guano.   The bat dropping were a main ingredient in gun powder at the time.  Once the cave started to be excavated miners started to find artifacts and supposedly giant mummified skeletons.

Is the story of a battle with giants at Lovelock Cave true?  No one knows for sure.  Outside of the Paiute oral tradition there is little tangible evidence for it.  However, locals continue to whisper about giant skulls and skeletons which are hidden from the public.  There are also many other Native American traditions that speak of wars with giants.  The common threads seem to be red hair and cannibalism.

Could a remnant of these giants exist to this day in the woods of North America?  Many believe what we call Sasquatch or Bigfoot today is actually what is left of these giants after the wars between them and the Indians decimated their numbers.  If this is true, it paints a drastically different picture of what we think is Bigfoot. 

Perhaps they are not the gentle forest people like what was portrayed in the move “Harry and the Henderson’s.”  Maybe they are savage giants who sometimes hunt, kill, and eat unfortunate human victims.  If this turns out to be true, Bigfoot will have a serious public relations problem.

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"Bigfoot Encounter Albert Ostman's Account: Final Part"

ALBERT OSTMAN'S BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER – His Detailed Account

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 7

They loved the sweet roots which were in season this time of year; they were very satisfying to them. They never seem to do anything without a reason, wasting no time and energy. When not foraging for food, the old folks rested while the young kids played around. He constantly wondered what they wanted with him. He could not stay there forever. Although he was never mistreated, he knew he had to make a break for it sooner or later. The old guy drew closer each day with keen interest in his snuff. The aroma from the boiling coffee he was making with breakfast was an added attraction for the old man and the boy, who had now moved just ten feet away from him.

Albert pulled out his snuff box and had a big chew. The old man grabbed it from Albert’s hand before he could put it away and emptied the contents into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. The events of what happened next can be best told in Albert’s own words;

“After a few minutes his eyes began to roll over in his head, he was looking straight up. I could see he was sick. Then he grabbed my coffee can that was quite cold by this time, he emptied that in his mouth, grounds and all. That did no good. He stuck his head between his legs and rolled forwards a few times away from me. Then he began to squeal like a stuck pig. I grabbed my rifle. I said to myself, This is it. If he comes for me I will shoot him plumb between his eyes. But he started for the spring, he wanted water. I packed my sleeping bag in my pack sack with the few cans I had left. The young fellow ran over to his mother. Then she began to squeal. I started for the opening in the wall — and I just made it. The old lady was right behind me. I fired one shot at the rock over her head.”

“I guess she had never seen a rifle fired before. She turned and ran inside the wall. I injected another shell in the barrel of my rifle and started downhill, looking back over my shoulder every so often to see if they were coming. I was in a canyon, and good traveling and I made fast time. Must have made three miles in some world record time. I came to a turn in the canyon and I had the sun on my left, that meant I was going south, and the canyon turned west. I decided to climb the ridge ahead of me. I knew that I must have two mountain ridges between me and salt water and by climbing this ridge I would have a good view of this canyon, so I could see if the Sasquatch were coming after me. I had a light pack and was making good time up this hill. I stopped soon after to look back to where I came from, but nobody followed me. As I came over the ridge I could see Mt. Baker, then I knew that I was going in the right direction.”

Hungry and tired, Albert stopped to rest for a while and get something to eat. He now had the high ground and a very good vantage point to see if he was being followed. If they came after him up the steep hill, they would have to contend with a few 30-30 rounds. In his mind he thought that this was his last chance and it’s a fight to the end. After a couple hours of well needed rest, he proceeded down the mountain side. Almost near the bottom, he shot a big blue grouse and bagged it for later.

He finally made it to the bottom of the canyon and feeling a bit safe, started a fire and roasted the grouse. Tired and sore from his gruesome trek, he was on his way again, up and over the final hill which took him about eight hours. He could hear the sound of what he called a gas donkey and knew there were loggers in the vicinity. Finally catching up with them, he told them that he was a lost prospector and kept silent about his Sasquatch ordeal for fear of being considered a crazy person.

The next day, he left this camp for the salmon arm Branch of Sechelt Inlet. There, he boarded a Union boat back to Vancouver. That would be his last ever prospecting trip and his only encounter with Sasquatches. Albert said then, “I know that in 1924 there were four Sasquatches living, it might be only two now. The old man and the old lady might be dead by this time.”

So whatever you choose to believe, it’s best to be well informed before making up your minds about what is mythical and what is real and lurking right in your own neighborhood. Remember, Bigfoot does not need you to believe in them in order for them to exist. They have been doing quite well on their own for thousands of years.
What do you believe? Soon, it will be the end of the era of fear of the unknown and the beginning of the era of revelation, truth and understanding. You are about to experience a paradigm shift. Be ready!!!!!   
Thank you for reading this complete series

"Bigfoot Creepy Encounter"

A mysterious creature standing upright was seen along the road between St. Mary's and Mt. Village by a traveler in the fall of 2011.

The thought of what she saw gives her the creeps even today, she says. “I believe in them – Bigfoot.”
This lady is from Bethel. Years ago in the 1990’s, she and her younger sister were traveling by snowmachine to Bethel from one of the tundra villages. The sister was driving the snowmachine and she was riding in the back in the sled.

It was nighttime and the moon was full and bright, illuminating the frozen tundra. Stars shone in the sky and there was not a cloud in sight. One could see a long way on a night like this.
The lady riding in the sled had been wearing glasses but took them off because they kept fogging up so she tucked them away. The two women were about halfway to Bethel when suddenly her sister stopped the snowmachine and said to her, “Look!” Her sister was looking at something.
She looked in the same direction and saw a person, or someone, yaqiurluni, (waving its arms) from a distance away. Thinking it was their brother, the lady in the sled said to her sister that they should go to him. She didn’t say why she thought it was their brother.
But no, never, the sister said. She told her to put on her glasses and take another look. “And I saw a yugpall’er!” (A very large, tall, person-like creature.)
Aakegka, her heart flooded with the pain of fright and shock. She yelled to her sister, “Ayii!” (Go!) And off they went, fast.


The lady in the sled was so creeped out that she got a hold of some of the sled’s rope and wrapped it around her wrist, securing herself just in case. Her spine was crawling from the sight of the Bigfoot-like creature, which began to follow them. “Qungvagyupaillruunga, I had the shivers,” she said.
The creature was much less than half-mile away from them and they could see it clearly in the moonlit night. However, from their story, it seemed much closer than what they say. And even as they went at near or full throttle speed, it ran in pace with the snowmachine with ease.
“It was plain to see that it was a yugpak, very large. It was running at the same speed as our snowmachine, and even when we were going fast, it stayed with us,” she said. It seemed to be twice her height, about 10 feet tall, she added.
“And when we went downhill, it followed us, it was running - maligqurqiikuk yaatemegnegun. When we would go up, it would go up, too. But on the third climb up, it was gone,” she said.
The Bigfoot-like giant had run with them for about 10-15 minutes before disappearing behind a rise in the tundra. At that point, the sister wanted to stop for some reason but no, the sister in the sled urged her on, to keep going.


When the ladies reached Bethel, they went to another sister’s home. The older sister told the younger that they should keep the sighting to themselves. “I told her that we won’t tell anybody - don’t talk about it, (or) people will think we’re crazy,” she said. “They won’t believe us.”
Then out of the blue right after that night, people were saying that there was a sighting of Bigfoot, she said, qan’ngarrluteng. It was even on the radio and everyone was talking about Bigfoot.
“My sister and I looked at each other and we thought no one would believe!” she recalled, laughing.


Looking back to that night, the creature had posed no threat, she said. It was only following them but running parallel to their path. It had run at a pace and distance that was impossible for a human.
“If I had heard it from somebody else, I would doubt it very much,” she said. “But now I believe in them. I am glad that we are not the only ones to have seen it.”

"BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER-ALBERT OSTMAN'S– Pt 4"

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.

                                                                                   

 END PART 5-TO BE CONTINUED

"Bigfoot & Teddy Roosevelt Pt 1"

(Here is another in a series of legendary tales of Bigfoot type creatures told by very well know men. In this article we explore the story that was told to Teddy Roosevelt by a trapper. This is part 1 of the story)

President Teddy Roosevelt

 

 

Presidential frontiersmen "Rough-rider" Teddy Roosevelt began writing his soon to be published book in 1890. Titled The Wilderness Hunter, the author writes of a grizzled, weather beaten trapper by the name of Bauman, whose figure of a man reminded me of actor Robert Redford's portrayal of the legendary woodsman-tracker Jeremiah Johnson. Bauman however was German born, lived all of his life out on the early frontier. Roosevelt must have had some degree of belief in Bauman's tale to include his thoughts in his book.
He [Roosevelt] was a hard man to fool with a wild tale." Bauman must have held to the story for it was said that he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points in the yarn. A yarn that was to become a legend at Roosevelt's unwitting recounting, weathering the retelling for more than 100 years and will go on ad infinitum.

One of Idaho's best known horror stories, it tells the story of two trappers who set out on a beaver hunt in the still remote alpine terrain of the beautiful Salmon River countryside. This portion of the Salmon River is located in the Bitterroot Mountains between the state of Idaho and Montana. To this day, stories of the Sasquatch come out of this part of this virgin wilderness. Roosevelt wrote that the previous year a trapper's body had been found torn to bits and partially eaten by an "unknown beast, which left enormous human foot tracks in its wake." [Bears do not leave human footprints; overlapping bear tracks upon one another can be differentiated.]

Oblivious to what should have been a warning to the senses, these two men journeyed deep into the wilderness' remote regions, moving campsites from one creek to another in search of satisfactory places in which to place their beaver traps. Here is that famous excerpt about Bauman from Roosevelt's book:

 

"Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type. But I once listened to a goblin-story, which rather impressed me.
A grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman who, born and had passed all of his life on the Frontier, told it the story to me. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore. So that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the specters, [spirits, ghosts & apparitions] the formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk. It may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.

 

When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beavers. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

 

The memory of this event, however, weighted very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.

 There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountains slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.

 They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

 While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, "Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs."

 Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the under wood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.

 After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook. The footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.

(Part 2 soon, thanks for reading the blog)

BIGFOOT ENCOUNTER: ALBERT OSTMAN'S Detailed Account Pt 4

Albert Ostman

 

By Lynk Paul Team Tracker Member

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 4

At this time, Albert was trying to figure out exactly what kind of animal this could be. In his sleeping bag, and in almost a sitting position, Albert tried desperately to reach his sheath knife which was beneath him but couldn’t. However, his trusty rifle was in there, right in front of him, tightly clutched in his hands, there was no way in hell he was going to let it go. He could also feel the cans from his back pack hitting his back with every step the creature made.

After what he estimated to be an hour of traversing a more or less level terrain, he could feel the creature descending up a steep hill. He could actually feel himself rise with every step. Whatever was carrying him was breathing heavily and at times coughed lightly. Now Albert was thinking to himself; this must be one of those mountain Sasquatch giants the old Indian told him about.

He was in a tight position, literally, totally unable to move. As I recall, he mentioned that one of his shoes was crossways beneath him with a nail from the sole, digging into his foot. I can just imagine the terrible pain he must have in, not being able to move and all. Now they were traversing downhill. He could feel himself touching the ground and the creature at an elevation below him. He soon got to level ground again and trotted for a while. All the while, Albert was in terrible pain from the cramps in his legs and wished that they would reach their destination soon, not being able to withstand being carried like that too much longer.

They were now traveling uphill again, the pain subsided a bit and He tried to estimate distance and direction traveled. He estimated they were moving for about three hours, as he had no idea exactly when he started to move because he was asleep when he was picked up. Finally the creature stopped and dropped him and the back pack; he could hear the rattling of the cans. Then he heard a strange chatter, a language he did not understand. When he was dropped, he rolled downhill a bit and managed to get his head out for some air. He attempted to straighten his legs and crawl out but both his legs were too numb.

Still under the cover of the early morning darkness, he could not see what this creature looked like. Constantly massaging his legs so he could get his shoes on, He heard the sound of continuous chattering all around him. By now, he knew he was among the Sasquatch, as described to him by the old Indian. As dawn began to break, he could see their silhouettes against the faint background light. 

The only thing on his mind was, how do I get away from them? Finally getting circulation back in his legs, with the help of his rifle, he attempted to stand, although a bit wobbly, he was able to, sore foot and all. He shouted out to them, “What do you fellows want with me”, but heard only more chatter.

He could now see them clearly, four people, two big ones and two little ones. All covered in hair and no clothes. He could now see the mountains all around him and the time on his watch was now 4:25 am.

END PART 4

(To be continued)

"My Bigfoot Encounter"

 

 

By Craig C Phillips Head of Security Team Tracker

 

 

Have you ever had something happen to you that you new you would carry with you all the days of your life, something that actually effected you and those around you in many ways?

This happen to me one early summer day, I was 10 years old, not the normal boy who by this time in his life would be playing with toy cars and Hot Wheels no none of that for me. My interested leaned more towards snakes and lizard Godzilla and King Kong.

School was up to this point normal for me. I went to Skyline grade school at the time. I was always head of the class, the young girls savior, I remember always being called upon at school to protect a girl who was being bullied by some nose picking, spitting young boy who hates girl germs.

I lived on what they called the Hill in a small community called Linton in Oregon State. Its a small town that runs parallel to St.Helen's highway which also runs parallel to the Willamit river.

The Neighborhood I lived in was quite, made up of several homes lining a winding road that went to a dead end at the top of the hill.There was a grade school on the hill called Linton grade school. At this time the school was closed. On the road. I lived on you could walk to one end of the road and it led right into the woods.

 

As a young boy I spent hours upon hours in those woods. This was in the 70's so I did not have access to the toys and electronics that the children of today have. So I had to keep myself occupied. So I spent most of my time outside playing. My Mother was a single parent who worked a lot, and most days I had a lot of time by myself.

One day I headed off to build a tree fort in the woods I had a wheel barrel with supplies in it. As I got deeper into the woods there was a washout on the trail, it had rained hard the day before and I was walking on a trail next to creek with a steep hill on each side and it stated to get muddy from the run off.

I  remember hearing a sound I can only describe as heavy breathing, but real deep guttural. I looked to my right and that is when I saw it. Above me on the ridge stood to me what looked to be a large hairy ape like creature. It was about 8 foot and had grayish black hair. One thing I noticed right away is that it was standing on only two feet, more like a man than any gorilla or ape I have ever seen. at the Zoo or TV. It proceeded to come down the hill and was at the bottom at no time. All I could do is just stand there and watch. He was no more than 30 feet away from me, he looked at me for a moment than leaped across the  creek and ran up the hill and was gone.

Since that day I have never stop looking for the creature known as Bigfoot, because that's what I believed I saw that day, I have told many people about my encounter, most of them laugh and say oh you were so young it could have been anything. I had many sleepless nights after that day and it took me a longtime before I could go back to those woods again, and every time I did after that it made my hair stand up on the back of my neck when ever I crossed that area. Those people who say they have seen Bigfoot know what they saw. Believe me when I say,if you ever see this creature, there will be no question about what you saw and it will be seared in your mind the rest of your life.