This is the latest in a series of reports submitted by a witness from Northern Missouri who has had multiple sasquatch encounters on his property.
Date of Encounter:
07/21/2013 through 8/17/2013
7/21/2013, 11:15 pm:
Over the last 2 weeks, the Sasquatch have been doing some new things with sound. First, on my encounter on the 13th, one was down the dead end road a ways from my house. The dogs at 3 places along the nearby highway were barking and stirred up. Then it sounded like a person mocking their barks to stir them up again or possibly taunt them into becoming a meal. They were also doing a lot of branch breaking and there was a low base sound that I could not pinpoint. That sound did make the windows vibrate and made me feel kinda freaked out. Then I could also hear a noise that sounded like when a fencing foil cuts through the air followed by an almost feline sounding “ra-ow” that was short. Then 2 nights ago I heard a whoop followed by a sound that reminded me of a siren from a cop car. They are also very good at hoot owl calls and use them to locate each other.
07/27/2013, 05:30 pm:
SRA Researcher, Kris was here last night and conducted an excellent investigation. He checked out a lot of stuff where things have happened and found many signs that they live in the woods here. There was a trail where something with flat feet came up to the house from the woods and went back the same way. The irises were flattened and I had set an apple out on the porch rail to see if they would take it. We also found where something had made a large flat spot that had a clear view of my house. Also near that we saw where there was a trail with 5 foot stride in between prints. I put out an offering where I do on occasion when I burn trash. Then I smack the burn barrel with a shovel so they know it is me and call out are you hungry really loud. Then I left and came up to the house and parked the truck and Kris was putting out some things on the fence on the south side of the road. Then we heard a wood knock from the north of us. After about 3 mins, I heard what sounded like 3 smacks on the burn barrel. The offerings at the first spot were 2 eggs, some maple bacon, an apple, and an empty jar of peanut butter. At the fence, we used raw deer liver, maple flavored bacon, and some apples. The offering by the burn barrel was all gone and I did not find any egg shells and the jar of peanut butter was about 4 feet away from where it was and the label was peeled back.The offering out on the fence was untouched. At about 2:30 am I stepped out back and heard a stick break but that was all. Kris did find some other things of interest like tree twists at 9 feet where I saw the big one. He also saw the mulberry tree where below about 12 feet there were many fewer berries than above that level. we also found a tree that was broken off at about 5 feet high and it was not a clean break. It was like a toothbrush bristly at that spot.That’s about it. Kris may have some other details in his report.
08/03/2013, 04:05 am:
I stepped outside and heard something new. One of them was getting the coyotes howling and doing some yapping dog like sound to mask them talking. It sounded like a faint gibberish. Then something was thrown about 35 feet from me. The howling stopped. From the woods came a bullfrog call that was answered by frogs at the pond. There were no birds singing and I heard an owl like call and felt really spooky so I came inside.
08/15/2013, 11:30 pm:
There are far more in the group than I thought. There are 9 maybe 10 and I called them in. They came to me and I mean to me. I thought quick when one was on my driveway and grabbed a handful of tootsie pops and threw one on the driveway and started unwrapping the others and tossing them from the deck one had a thud that was not the ground. oops The grass was all disturbed where it was looking for the candy. No tracks to cast the ground is still too hard. I was able to call them in with saying the word “who” then listening for owl calls then whistling a mimic of it and they came in they were also mimicking cows where there were none.This part is for Kris as he was here and will know what I am talking about. I had one far out to the south.There was one by the pond across the road. One straight east of house at that lookout place we found where the grass was down. There was one on the east ridge that came to me and made noise walking past the old car in the gully. There were 2 at the northeast corner of the barn. There was 1 on the west side of the barn. There were 2 on the hill west of my pond. They were also talking.
July 27-28 Investigation Report by SRA-Kris
I arrived around 2pm. He lives in a fairly remote area. By this I mean that his is the second house from the end of a road that is perhaps a mile long. The last house on this road is long abandoned. It is severely vandalized, having no windows or doors and the interior has been subjected to the tearing down of wall sheeting in many places.
On the approach to this abandoned house, there is what looks like a logging road that is almost fully reclaimed by the woods. It is still an easy walk. On a hunch, I walked down it about 30-50 yards and found a full deer skeleton with no head or leg bones.
I walked abound the sides and back of the abandoned house and found many smaller beds in the grass. I would say all of these were likely deer beds. Something had walked to each bed prior to my arrival with a 3-4 foot bipedal stride. All of these were a couple days old.
The witness told me about a small pond not visible from the road but if you went to the area where they did some lumber processing, it was visible.I decided to check out the lumber processing area. Quite a bit of lumber is still there and in grey with age. There are a couple sawdust areas that are about 10-15 feet across. I investigated these for foot shaped tracks or depressions with no success. In one such area, I found what looks like a skunk or raccoon skeleton and some fur. It was still held together by sinew and in tact, except there was no skull.
From this location I could see the pond. Upon first glance, I saw movement along its bank. Through binoculars, I could see some raccoons. There were two adults and three younger raccoons. I sneaked down there but was seen before I get very close.
This pond is enclosed by a 4-strand, barbed-wire fence. After crossing that, I looked for tracks along the banks. There were only coon tracks. This pond was loaded with leopard and bull frogs. On the far back corner of land by the pond where the fence is opened up is a 10 foot area containing more than a dozen piles of scat. I took pictures of them as they were and I took pictures of one pile that I picked apart. Looks like some nuts.
I investigated a couple of the overgrown logging trails. There are two between the witness’ house and the abandoned house. They make a “Y” and meet up about 75 yards from the road. These look like they are used by flat-footed traffic. There were a couple areas where it looked like there was an attempt to make some gates but these could have been naturally occurring. There was one area however where there was what I would call a true gate. There are several smaller trees all bent in to fully block the trail. I went around this to see if there was a continuation of the original trail and there was. So I went back and tried to walk through the gated area and it worked perfectly. All them just parted and I was able to easily able to pass through to the other side and continue on the trail. All along this trail were raspberries.
I went down the trail that leads down to the dried up creek bed. It would have been passable by 4 wheel drive but there were several trees across it. There is a centralized trail that leads down this that is well worn. It looks like it is used by many deer and also something with flat feet. There is one tree that looks like it could be an attempt at a gate, but I doubt it.
At the end of this road is a 15-20 foot flatter area where I was going to put the tent but decided not to. I walked down this dried up river bed looking for tracks. I found several crossing trails, many of them deer trails. There were a couple that looked to be flat-footed trails. I only found deer tracks in the river bed.I walked back and took one of the game trails near where I started back to the main road.
D and I investigated the area to the side of his land heading towards his neighbor where he had heard five separate areas of calling one night. There are two collapsed buildings that are fulling overgrown with raspberries.
As he describes it in more detail, there was something that ran from the corner of his garage up the bank of the road, across the road, and over a five foot high barbed wire fence so fast and never missing a beat and definitely on two feet. He had also heard noise on the side furthest from his house on what I would call the backside of the berry area, something breaking sticks on the side of a shallow gully, something making noise about half way between the berry picking area noise and the lawn leading out to the barn, and something in the woods by his pond.
During this investigation, we found a couple of twist offs and some smaller trees that had been pushed down. A small pine, being one of these, looks like it had been run over why a wheeler. It is possible that this is what pushed this tree at an angle and the tree healed and grew in this position. I got the impression that it was pushed down much more recently though, because none of the branches had adjusted to the tree’s new angle which was about 45 degrees and pointing straight towards the road and along a game trail.
I investigated his mulberry tree, back by the barn. I was greeted by the goat, who stunk very bad. The tree is on what looks like its second available picking time. It does look like something picked it clean one up to about 12 feet as D said. The top of the tree is loaded with berries some that are older and some newer matching in age with the now lower batch of unpicked berries.
D said that he yelled at the squatch to stop picking his tree and since that time they have left it tree alone.
D showed me where he seen the alpha male that he calls Big Harry. It was on all fours and moved like a gorilla. I walked out to where he had seen it. He said that it was easily as tall as me on all fours and its shoulders were about 4 feet across with biceps about 30 inches around, larger than my thighs. He then described how it very gracefully and deliberately moved to an opening in the trees heading towards his house and then disappeared from view.
When I followed this same track, I found several twist-offs. One was about 9 feet off the ground and there were several more in this area. There is an abandoned road here that it traveled on and this parallels the road about 30 feet from it until it meets up with his yard.
We ate venison stew and chatted for a while and then decided it was time to put out some bait. He brought out a bowl of deer liver and maple bacon for me to hang up on the fencing by his on the west side of his house about 30 yards away. I then hung more on the fence that borders this abandoned road leading to his yard. I placed apples on the posts and both liver and bacon on the barbed wire fence across from his land in front of his house with 2 trail cameras covering each of those locations.
After I was finished doing that, D brought a bowl of maple bacon, deer liver, a couple uncooked eggs still in the shell, and an apple or two out to the burn barrel that is his feeding station. He banged a shovel on the burn barrel 3-4 times and then yelled 4-5 different time in various directions, “Are you hungry” loud enough that I was able to hear him pretty well out by his mail box, where I was setting up one of the cameras.
By the time he drove back and parked and having chatted not more than a minute, we heard a tree knock. Then 3-5 minutes after that something banged on the barrel 3 times. Both of us heard it.
By this time, I had both cameras set up and decided to set up my tent between the old blue truck in his yard and the porch.
We went in and talked more.I went out on the back deck/porch and just sat listening with a recorder on for about 45 minutes. I noted that I could hear lots of bugs and some frogs but no birds or animals of any kind. D had a couple phone calls during my time out on the back porch. I went in and then gathered my gear and headed out to the tent.
I was awake until about midnight, listening. I fell asleep and woke up about 6 times. Two of them out of a dead sleep; on both occasions, the area was totally silent. On the second occasion, I heard something land near my tent. I didn’t find anything around the tent in the morning though. I was waken up by coyotes once, and a couple times I woke up for no known reason and could hear something smaller walking around.
I was awake and out of the tent by 7am.
All bait I placed on the fences in front of his house remained untouched.
D was up about 30 minutes after me.
It is important to note that D keeps a journal of only the things he experiences that he feels are definitively squatch related.. I told him to keep doing this and to keep reporting it to our site.
D checked on the bait left last night at the burn barrel and found the container about 10 feet away from the barrel. It was empty and there were no scraps of food either, no egg shells, or bits of apple left. The small dish he uses to feed them is what appears to be licked or wiped clean with no chew marks of any kind.
August 27-28 Investigation Report by SRA-Andy
After reporting to us of the 9 to 10 individuals that had surrounded his house, Kris and I decided that we should return to the site with long term surveillance equipment. We called the witness and he agreed. Kris and I drove down on Friday, August 16, arriving around 4:00 am on August 17. Initially, we did not approach his house, but instead parked up road from his house, put on our night gear and proceeded to walk down the road with no lights. The moon had set, but the stars were fairly bright and we could see reasonably well. We passed his house and continued on down the road, all the way to the gate of the abandoned house.
As we were passing his house, we heard three barred-owl calls from the woods around his house. This first originated from behind the house and seemed fairly low to the ground. It also sounded a bit…off. The other two were classic barred-owl calls and came from the trees to the northeast of the house.
Just after passing his house, we smelled a strong odor of skunk and manure. There was also a cloying sweet smell on the air from time to time.
About 3/4 of the way down the road to the abandoned house, Kris started getting a low thrumming in his ears. At the same time, I got so tired I almost fell asleep on the spot. It was one of the strangest feelings I have ever had. One second I was walking along, excited and adrenalin filled due to the dark night and the possibilities, and the next second I had stopped dead in my tracks and had all I could do to retain consciousness. Now I admit, I was very tired, having not slept in nearly a day, but this was different. I literally and suddenly began falling asleep mid-stride.
We pushed on and the feeling and thrumming soon stopped. We got down to the end and saw the abandoned house in the shadows. We stood there for a while, listening to the night sounds. I tried a barred-owl call, but got no response. We turned around and headed back. As we were walking, we heard a stick snap in the woods on the northwest side of the road. At about that same time, Kris’s ears started thrumming again and I fell asleep. I caught myself before I hit the ground, but for a second I was out. After that, I had all I could do to stand up at all. This lasted for a minute or two and then I was able to regain my senses. Kris said his ears were still thrumming a bit, but we moved on.
We smelled a strong manure odor on the road and with my red light, I located a pile of fresh coyote droppings, so fresh they were still glistening.
We reached D’s house at around 5:00 am. He came out to meet us. Just then we heard a loud coyote start barking to the north of the house, not too far. After that, a whole pack further off went crazy with yipping and howling. A pack to the west joined in as well. This went on for some time. The witness stated that the first caller was a squatch, getting the pack to bark. He feels that they do this to cover the sound of them talking in the woods. I honestly can’t say one way or the other. There WAS one single voice closer to us that started it all, but I would not be able to distinguish it from a coyote. We do have it on tape, but it will be a while before we have time and resources to analyze those tapes.
We spent the next hour speaking with the witness, getting to know him, and hearing his accounts in full. After that, the sun had come up. The witness took us around the grounds and showed me where the sightings had occurred. In the back yard was a billy goat. I had the misfortune of scratching it behind the ears before I smelled it. It was the foulest smelling animal I have ever encountered. To the mirth of both D and Kris, I could not get the smell off my hand, even with multiple washings. What’s more the goat took a liking to me and followed me around whenever I came into the yard. Behind the barn, we heard what I took to be a slightly abnormal barred-owl call come the woods down in the hollow. The witness got excited and said it was the squatches calling to him. He called back with a whistle, but got no reply. I can honestly not say for sure what we heard. On one hand, it was not out of the range of barred-owl vocalizations. On the other hand, it was coming from lower to the ground in the deep woods than I would expect of an owl and it was slightly not right.
Kris and I set out to have a look around the woods in the light and to set trail cameras around the area. We found two trails in the grass where something on two feet had strode out of the woods and into the grass of the field. One track way had very large feet, approximately 20 inches (it is hard to measure in grass). The steps were about 6 feet apart, heel-to-heel. They stepped right over a barbed-wire fence and kept going across the field and into the far woods. We searched the fence for hair but found none.
The other track way had smaller feet and only a 4-foot stride, but otherwise was similar to the larger and closer to the house. As with the first trackway, we found no hair.
In the woods surrounding the house, we found many trails where something with flat feet had been walking a lot. The witness does not go into those areas much. There were a lot of blackberry and green briar brambles, not to mention poison ivy. We set the trail cameras up in likely spots. Kris found a pile of scat that could only be from a very large man or a sasquatch (there are no bears in this part of the state). It was in three chunks that were originally in one long piece. The thickest piece was 2 inches in diameter.
After placing the cameras, we returned to the house where he gave us breakfast. We discussed the sounds he has been hearing. I was looking for an explanation as to why he feels that some of the owl and coyote sounds are actually squatches. He told us that he had actually seen the squatches in shadow and the calls came from them. He has had a lot of time in the area and knows the animals here well. At this point, I’ll give him the benefit of experience and believe him that these calls may well be squatch mimicry in action. It certainly is consistent with other situations we have seen over the years and fits the species profile as we currently understand it to be.
Just after breakfast we went out to the porch and heard a strange series of barks to the northeast of the house. It sounded dog-like, but not. Kind of a backwards Woof sound like “oooFWaaa, ooFWa, ooFWa, ooFWa, ooFWa”. It was weird. I hope we have it on the recorders.
Not wanting to disturb the area with our presence any more than needed, Kris and I loaned the witness a long term audio recorder and then took our leave, heading home around 11:00 am. We plan to go back down in a month or so and collect the recorder and cameras. Hopefully, the proximity to his house, his presence, and food will entice the sasquatches to ignore or get used to the cameras enough for us to get some pictures.