This expedition report is for the 2013 SRA Montana Sasquatch Expedition held this past August. The Montana expedition was a Members Only expedition held on private land at an area where one of our members has had frequent encounters with Sasquatches over the past several years.
Note: There were two people named Andy on this expedition. This report was written by SRA-Andy; therefore, in this report references to “I” or “me” refer to SRA-Andy and references to “Andy” refer to Andy form the UK.
August 8 through 11, 2103
Number of Attendees
The expedition was held in a dry mountainous area. The mountain sides are sparingly covered in pine forest and grasslands. The valley below the location is fertile and contains a large ranch. The mountain hill sides where we held the bulk of the expedition are about a 40 degree slope. Only one road enters the area, snaking up the mountain to service the few cabins located on its side. The expedition was held at three of these cabins as well as at various camp locations.
This area has a long history of Sasquatch activity. The SRA member who lives there has had numerous visual and audio encounters, and other researchers have reported stalking behaviors, voices in the woods, wood knocks, tree breaks, structures, and gates.
Wednesday, August 7
My family and I arrived at the site in the early evening. The road up the mountain to base camp was, by far, the worst road I have ever driven on. It was partially washed out, with a gulley snaking down the center of the road. At one point, the road went up at about a 45 degree angle for about a half mile. The going was slow and I feared for my transmission. We eventually arrived at base camp and settled in for the night. Andy and Keith arrived from the UK and joined us. They stayed with Kris at a site a little further down the mountain. Nothing of interest happened that night.
Terrain Near Kris’s Site:
Thursday, August 8
On Thursday, we split the group into four camps: Base Camp, Brit Camp, Peeps Camp, and Far Camp.
My family and I scouted down the road from Base Camp that morning and located the spot Jim wanted us to stay at (Peeps Camp). The camp was an unused pad for a home, dozed into the side of the mountain. Deep ravines ran along each side of the pad. I reasoned that if anything were to come to watch us, they would use those ravines for cover. I deployed several trail cameras with that in mind and we set up our tent. Our plan was for us to return to Base Camp and my oldest son (MAP) and I would walk back at dusk and cold camp.
View Up the Mountain from Peeps Camp:
Meanwhile, Kris, Andy, and Keith looped around the road system going to a road a half mile up the mountain from Base camp were there is a natural spring. The primary witness in this area (S) has had several encounters near that spring, so we felt it would be a good location for a camp (Brit Camp). They pitched their tents on the road (seldom used by vehicles) and had a look around the area. They investigated the area within 75 yards of the spring looking for sign. The spring was not running much this year. They found no tracks, but the dry rocky shale in that area does not hold prints well or long.
Late in the day, Jon arrived and he, S, and S’s nieces went to Far Camp and set up for the night. As dusk settled over the mountain, Brit Camp radioed into Base Camp that they were having things moving around them. They also saw a large dark figure filling the space between two trees that formed a V shape. They could not account for the dark mass, knowing that the space had been open earlier. After they went to bed that night, they reported hearing thumping sounds from the area just down hill from them in the direction of the spring.
Meanwhile, MAP and I bade the Base Campers good night and walked the mile down the road to Peeps Camp. I have to say that that is the most un-nerved I have ever been during a dark walk. I actually used my red light, which is something I seldom do. It wasn’t the thought of squatches that un-nerved me, but the knowledge that there were grizzlies on the mountain. I’m not afraid of black bears, but I guess I am of grizzlies; who knew? I played my native flute for a while once we reached camp, and then we went to bed. Neither our camp nor Far Camp had anything unusual happen that night. Base Camp reported hearing a couple of wood knocks up the mountain around 10:00 PM, but that is all for that night.
Friday, August 9
Jon, my sons, and I met at Base Camp around 10:00 am to report in. We held a conference with Brit Camp via radio and decided that we would walk up the mountain to them and then scout the area over to a saddle between the mountain we were on and the next. The four of us grabbed hiking gear and headed up an old, overgrown logging trail that went basically straight up the mountain towards Brit Camp a half mile away. For us flat-landers, the terrain was grueling to say the least. About half way up, we found three possible sasquatch tracks. The clearest was a 14 inch x 6 inch track in the soft dirt of the trail we were on. It had crossed the trail, going across the mountain. I was able to find two other tracks as well, one an indistinct impression the same size as the previous track and one larger, 18 inch track a little further up the trail. The latter had a very distinct big toe. After photographing the tracks, we pressed on up the mountain.
14 Inch Track:
18 Inch Track:
The trail we were on ended at a meadow which we crossed. The scenery was very beautiful looking out from the meadow.
View from the Meadow:
While we were working our way up the mountain, Andy, Keith, and Kris scouted the area from which they had heard the thumping the previous night. The area was very rocky with many boulders embedded in the mountain. They found no evidence.
Past the meadow, we were approaching the spring and Brit Camp on the upper road. About thirty yards down hill from Brit Camp, I found a stack of rocks. They were mostly squared off rocks, stacked solidly on top of a log and wedged up against an upright tree. They looked very much like a seat. I do not believe they could have rolled down the hill as they were stacked and there was a large log just up hill that would have stopped them. They appeared to have been placed there. The largest rock would have weighed at least 100 pounds, probably more. I found no hair on the tree behind the rocks.
Rock Stack from Three Angles:
We soon met up with Kris, Andy, and Keith at Brit Camp. When we radioed to Base camp that we had made it, Jim asked me to “whoop.” I oblidged, “whooping” once. Shortly after that, Jim heard two answering “whoops/howls” coming from down in the valley. Unfortunately, the only recorder we had running was with us at Brit camp, and we heard nothing from our location.
We took a quick breather and then headed down the road toward the saddle region that we wanted to scout. Once we got to the area of the saddle, we split up into three teams. Kris and Jon went up high on the saddle, Andy and Keith took the middle ground (about 3/4 of the way up the saddle side), and the boys and I took the low position (crossing at about half way up the saddle). The goal was for us to walk across the saddle to the other mountain, parallel to each other, looking for evidence.
About half way across the saddle, Andy and Keith called to me and we went up to them. They had found a possible sasquatch track in loose soil. It measured 14 inches x 5 inches. You could just barely make out the toes. I couldn’t see any other tracks, but the ground wasn’t conducive to making tracks either. We took photos and measurements and then returned to our assigned scouting position.
Across the saddle, we entered a thicker stand of woods, through which we had to deviate to pick our way through, When we emerged we could no longer see anyone else, but could still reach them via radio. We kept going, keeping the same elevation. What we didn’t know was that the others had met at the top of the saddle and were heading to the top of the mountain we were camped on. The boys and I kept going, working our way around to what turned out to be the next mountain over until we could see another mountain across and ahead of us. This one had no trees on top and it stood out visually.
View of the Bald Mountain:
We called to Kris and could barely get him. He said that if we could see the bald mountain we were a whole mountain away from them. I got GPS coordinates of his location from him and asked them to scout that area and wait for us. Sure enough, the GPS confirmed that they were all the way across the mountain we were on and were up on the top of the one past that. We climbed to the peak of the mountain we were on, finding it wooded and cool once we got near the top. We crossed that, down into the top of the saddle and started back up the next mountain. We easily found the others’ prints in the soft dirt of the saddle. We also found a series of other, larger prints that they had missed or that had not been there when they passed by. I marked them on the GPS and we climbed to meet up with the others. They were sitting near the top at about 6000 feet or so in the cool pines that grow at that altitude. After some discussion, we all headed back down to the tracks and measured them.
There were three tracks, each about 19 to 20 inches long and dug into the side of the saddle. Dirt had fallen back into the tracks, so width was difficult to determine; I suspect that they were really wider than they appeared. The best part about these tracks is that we could measure the stride length, which was 77 inches, heel to heel.
Only the first track is shown in the first two photos. The other tracks didn’t photograph well.
After examining the tracks fully, we headed back to Brit Camp, taking a different route than we had on the way up. At the edge of the meadow in the saddle, we found an old hunting stand, so we can’t claim that people never come up there, though people don’t go there very often. We trekked our way back down the mountain, taking it at an angle. After about a mile, we came to an area that was very lush with vegetation. In the center of it was a spring that formed a pool. The pool was formed because someone had built a rock and mud wall across the spring’s path, damming it into a pool. We don’t know who or what built the pool, but it would have taken hands and thought. It could have been people, but we are at a loss to figure out why people would build this as we were no where near any place that people go. In fact, we later discussed this pool with several of the long term residents of the mountain and none of them had even known of its existence. The only theory we had was that it could have been built by hunters to improve the habitat; otherwise, it could have been the local squatches making a pool for themselves.
Pool Area Photos:
After that, we returned to Brit Camp and then on to Base Camp, leaving Kris, Andy, and Keith at their camp. Back at Base, we spent the remainder of the day resting and eating. The plan for that night was to hang at Base Camp until around dusk. Then the boys and I would head to Peeps Camp for the night. Jon returned to Far Camp that night with S and the girls via Jeep. As it started to get dark, I sat at Base Camp with my family, Jim, and SH. I played my native flute. While I was playing a low warbling song, Jim, standing a little away from us, heard “chimp-like” chatter from the old logging road about 60 yards up the mountain (the same road we had used to go to Brit camp earlier that day). I continued playing for a while, but we heard nothing further. While it was still a little light out, the boys and I headed out and walked to Peeps Camp. Just as we got there it started to rain so we went into our tent immediately.
No one reported any further action that night.
Saturday, August 10
Saturday morning we all met at Base Camp at 11:00 am for a meeting. We decided to go with our primary witness, S, on a walking trek through the valley to the locations where he has had encounters in the past. We crossed a rocky area with sparse pine woods. Many of the rocks were turned over or showed signs of disturbance. We found a lot of bear scat in this area. S told us that the bears, and likely squatches, flip the rocks looking for moth pupae to eat. The bears he told us just flip them over, but the squatches, he believes, lift them and then put them back. Sure enough, we could see rocks that were flipped out of place completely. On some of these, you could see claw marks. Others were obviously disturbed, but had been placed back in their holes. I found no claw marks on any of these. The most interesting discovery in this area was the log that had been lifted off of the ground and propped up with a large rock. There is no way this could have been done by a bear and no reason we could see for a human to have done it.
After bringing us to an area of pines near a fence line, S, described one of his encounters in this area near a small creek. About 50 yards from the place we stopped to listen to S’s account, Kris found a track line of 7 tracks in the pine needles. The tracks had a 70 inch, heel-to-heel stride. These tracks headed directly toward a spring located out in the middle of a meadow. The tracks were too indistinct to cast but were approximately 18 to 20 inches long by 6 to 7 inches wide.
We trekked across the meadow, where S cautioned us to watch for rattlesnakes, to a stand of aspens. Many of the outer aspens were broken down. We could not determine the cause, but I cannot rule out the severe storms they sometimes get in the mountains. Here there was sign of recent cattle in the area. We also found fresh bear scat. Inside the grove was a spring with a lot of mud and pools of water. We searched these for tracks. We did not find any sasquatch tracks, but did find proof positive that grizzlies were in the area as we found several of their prints among the cow tracks and black bear tracks.
After the hike, we returned up the mountain to Base Camp. I went back to Peeps Camp and collected my gear. We decided to move to the old logging road above Base camp where we had seen the tracks the day before and heard the “chimp” chatter. The boys and I found a great spot and set up our little tent. Jon headed home that afternoon, and S broke Far Camp, returning to his home in the valley.
Kris, Andy, and Keith broke Brit Camp with Kris returning to his land down the road from Base Camp, and Andy and Keith staying down at S’s house in the valley. Down there they found several other prints. You can hear more about that in their audio interviews.
We met with some other locals that night at Base Camp. I also tried the flute again, but we had no other action that evening.
Sunday, August 11
In the morning, Kris reported hearing a couple of light clapping sounds to the west of his cabin near another natural spring location. These light claps happened about 20 minutes after he turned out the lights in his cabin. He had no other action that night.
We got up early and packed up camp. My family and I headed for home fairly early, after delivering our trail cameras to Kris. Later, Kris went down the mountain and interviewed Andy and Keith about their experiences.
On Sunday, Kris recorded the following interviews with Keith and Andy:
Interview with Keith:
Interview with Andy:
We had a great expedition. I was impressed by this remote location and environment. We found a lot of evidence, the best being, in my opinion, the tracks on the saddle, the stacked rock seat, and the propped log in the valley. This is a very active area that I am certain we will return to in the future.