The following is a Sasquatch Expedition Report files by SRA researcher Jayjeti after his recent trip to Oregon:
This expedition took place in the Siskiyou National Forest in SW Oregon. Unfortunately, it rained almost every day of this expedition, being coupled with cool temperatures, impeding exploration of this habituation site, but we did still have some interesting results.
On May 11th we ventured out to look around the site for a possible place to camp. We drove down one old logging road until it came to a dead end, upon which we exited “A’s” truck and began exploring the woods. Soon after we began our trek we heard an unusual vocalization that neither of us could ascribe to any animal. It was about 1 ½ seconds long – made up of multiple tones. It was really close, sounding perhaps 150 feet or less away. If it wasn’t for the heavy undergrowth it would have been easy to see.
After that single vocalization we never heard anything else; it never made another peep. I later inquired at the SRA about sasquatches making single calls and then going silent and SRA-Andy replied writing, “Yes they do. We’ve had this happen a lot. These soft short range calls are either designed, IMHO, to signal another squatch in the area about your presence, or to try to get a response from you to determine if you are another squatch or not. They likely figured out what you were and went silent.”
We explored the area some and returned to “A’s” truck, which has a large, very noisy 7.3 liter diesel engine, and since the vocalization occurred right after we exited the truck and began to walk into the woods it would seem more likely to be a warning to other sasquatches if that vocalization did indeed come from one. Perhaps the loud diesel truck lumbering down a rarely used old logging road drew their curiosity to start with.
After this we drove back out of this logging road, searching around some more, we later four-wheeled through one of the recent partial cuts (there were large fires in this general area last year prompting fire fighters to make partial cut zones to fend off possible forest fires). The ground was littered with debris, making a constant crackling of breaking sticks as we weaved around the remaining trees and stumps. The first misfortune was getting the truck hung-up on a stump, which required us to jack it up while enduring a light drizzle in order to drive off of it.
This was soon followed by a second misfortune. The large tires on “A’s” truck have a lifetime warranty, but nevertheless a sharp stick went through the sidewall, followed by a loud expulsion of air and the rapid deflation of the right rear tire. “A” drove on the flat tire out to the forest road only to discover that he didn’t have the right sized lug wrench. That’s not a good situation on a forest road where no one might even venture down on any given day.
“A” got on his ham radio to no avail; so, he drove on the flat tire for a little ways and continued periodic calls on his ham radio until he finally got a response. Ham radio people are of a sort whom are eager to help others on the ham circuit, and a man answered who offered to drive out there with a four way lug wrench. Whenever we told him how nice that was of him he would only respond, “That’s what we’re here for, we help each other.”
As time dragged on waiting for the man to come it became chilly out, especially getting later in the evening towards 6 pm, and being subjected to the occasional drizzle we were both wet and cold. We were inside the idling truck with the heater on waiting for the man to come with the lug wrench when the truck was rocked by two loud bangs that rather violently moved the whole truck. It was a sudden surprise, and in the initial seconds our first thoughts were the man had arrived with the lug wrench. “A’s second thought was another vehicle had run into his truck. It was so violent and unexpected/shocking that our brains were searching for ways to make sense of it in the immediate seconds of the event.
We both exited the truck and saw nothing. There were no limbs or large rocks near or on the truck negating that cause. There was no body damage that we could find. “A” later wondered if it could have been an earthquake, saying that they sometimes make a noise. However, I found a website that lists all earthquakes for Oregon, which registers small quakes a couple of times a week somewhere in Oregon, but there were none on the 11th when this incident occurred. The nearest was a 2.0 the following day (12th) in Dallas, Oregon near Portland. So, it would seem something accosted the truck. The noise seemed to come from the back of the truck, which was two really loud bangs that coincided with two joltings of this rather large pick-up truck, a truck that includes a back seat and six foot bed. We agreed at the time that this could have been done by a sasquatch personally hitting the vehicle, but we can’t really pin down a cause.
Below is another photo of the same location from a different angle. As you can see there is plenty of growth for anything to hide in if approaching the truck. It was drizzling rain on this day too, as you can see by the water on my side view mirror.
A little while after this incident the man showed up with the lug wrench, a fairly big man with tattoos covering both arms who refused to take any money for gas, even though he would have to drive a couple of hours, reiterating that’s what ham radio people do, they help each other. There are indeed good people who assist others.
We returned to “A’s” house where I helped him do some work on his property for a few days before I left to go back to the habituation site for four days alone before “A” joined me for another three days of camping. However, the rain and cool weather hampered my activities a great deal.
After completing some work at “A’s” house on the morning of the 13th I went back to the site to camp alone for four nights before “A” joined me on the 17th for three more nights. During that time I scouted and found a location to make a camp about 100 yards from the forest road. It was next to an old logging road I just happened to stumble across while exploring the forest. This old road had a number of small trees that had grown up in it, and it had no noticeable access to any other road that would lend a clue such a road was even there.
Close to where I built my camp there was a large limb, about 7 feet long, stuck vertically in the road itself. I pulled it out of the ground, with some difficulty, in anticipation that we might create our own access to this road to bring vehicles in at a later time. I’m sorry I didn’t photograph it—it might have been a sasquatch marker.
During the day I did things like build a latrine in the woods on the other side of the old logging road from the camp. It’s nice to have a place to sit down which is also covered. We plan to develop this site for research purposes. During those first nights I drove my van to a level spot on the forest road and slept inside of it. Those early nights were cold with on and off rain. I didn’t pitch a tent at the campsite until “A” joined me. If I had I might have experienced nocturnal activity from sasquatches sooner than we did.
On May 17, I ventured back to an area where I had cast 17 inch long, arch-less bare footprints in 2014. Those prints were nearly 4 feet apart — all features indicative of a sasquatch. Among sasquatch practices is their habit of using sticks as some type of markers. No one is certain of their exact purpose, if it is to mark territory or what. One practice observed is sticking sticks vertically into the ground. While there on the 17th, I counted 21 sticks stuck in the ground within a 40 square yard area. Limbs can fall from trees and stick in the ground, but you will not see that except occasionally. Having 21 stuck in the ground in such a small area means someone did it. I tugged on a few that appeared to be stuck really solid in the ground.
Below are photos of a few of the sticks I saw. The first one shows two stuck in the ground. I’m standing almost on top of where I cast 17 inch footprints the year before.
When I was there last year I saw a great deal of sticks leaned vertically against trees also in this same area. Many were 12–15 feet long. Again, other areas didn’t have such a large amount of sticks leaning against trees in such a small area, but for some reason this year didn’t have as many. I don’t know if fire fighters clearing undergrowth may have done something, but here are some I saw that remained.
After viewing the sticks I took advantage of the break in the weather to explore deeper into the forest. In 2013 we found a large blind perhaps ¼ mile from this location (rectangular 15’ x 20’ made of all broken branches, nothing cut). When I tried to relocate it in 2014 it appears a partial cut done as a preemptive fire break had destroyed where it was located. But I wanted to make sure I had not misidentified the location; so, I attempted to explore this region more. However, about 30 minutes after embarking on this exploration a thunderstorm rolled in with rain mixed with hail, and I worked my way over to the partial cut and then back.
“A” arrived that evening and we camped at a location I had found that was by what was once an old logging road that no longer had any discernible access to any other road. I stumbled across it while exploring the forest.
On May 18th while we were sitting in our camp talking, I heard a stick snap near our camp. Sunset was at 8:29 pm, and it was now about 9:20 pm. I could still see well enough to navigate without a flashlight, although with some difficulty in the darkness. Flashlights can deter sasquatches. I walked toward the area where I had heard the stick snap and upon hearing a noise I stopped to listen. I heard what sounded like bipedal walking, about 3 or 4 steps that suddenly stopped. I stood still for a moment, listening quietly, but hearing nothing. So, I continued my trek forward and heard a rustling noise of something moving in haste that I was walking toward. I think it may have been in a slightly different location than the footsteps I heard, which could mean there was more than one.
I went and got some apples to place near the location where I heard the noises. Upon crossing the old logging road and entering that side of the woods I heard a single vocalization at about my 10 o’clock around 100 feet or so away. It was a one syllable word, “Waaaah.” It sounded like a human vocal. I assume it was to warn others I had entered that region. I placed four apples on a downed tree and returned to camp.
Shortly after this, “A” wanted to go to the latrine I had previously built while camping alone, but he wasn’t sure how to find it in the dark. It was also across the old logging road. After entering those woods once more, I’m fairly sure I heard “Waaaah” again from the same location, although “A” was talking at the time and I didn’t hear it as clearly. We were using flashlights which can act as a deterrent for sasquatches. Later that evening, I heard sticks snap on the opposite side of the camp, but I didn’t investigate.
The next day none of the apples were taken. Although it would have been impossible for us to observe anything taking the apples since it was behind a tree, it was only about 50 feet from our camp, and I really should have placed them earlier and further away from the camp.
On the 19th, I tried to walk a tributary to a stream, and also down the stream itself wearing rubber boots to see if I saw any tracks or places where sasquatches might enter to obtain water, but I saw none. Many parts were impassable and I had to exit and re-enter at a different point.
On our last night I woke up to hear a lot of noises around the camp, but I didn’t attempt to exit my tent and see what it was. No food was disturbed in the camp. Because we were going to try to get out early the next morning “A” gave me some melatonin so I would be sure to sleep, and he took some himself. But I was awakened from that fast sleep at least twice, maybe more, by a lot of noise. The melatonin caused me to drift back to sleep rather quickly. I wonder if the sasquatches were intentionally trying to wake me up? I know I snore, and they could probably hear me snoring, and perhaps when their ruckus didn’t wake me up right away they intensified it. I even heard metal clank which I think was from a shovel I had leaning against a tree, or perhaps a metal table with the pots on it. At one point I yelled, “Who is it,” or “Who’s there,” something along that line, and no one answered, but I heard something moving away and the ruckus stopped.
The capsule I took really left me groggy, and being half asleep I didn’t know if it was a bear or sasquatches outside. I don’t think it was a bear since we had bread, cheese, and turkey on a table but nothing touched it, and bears aren’t usually so noisy. The noise sounded like a steady disturbance of walking or shaking the vegetation close to my tent, with just a few instances of clanking of metal. Maybe the sasquatches increased their intensity and became emboldened when I didn’t awaken easily and my snoring continued. I don’t know. Due to the melatonin I would wake up and drift back to sleep. So, I believe sasquatches may have come into our camp sometime after we were asleep in our tents to either harass us or intentionally make all this noise for who knows what reason.