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Thursday, June 25, 2020

From a Tree Skookum Sasquatch Harasses Camper

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(Written Report Below Video)

Land of Skookum Bigfoot Harasses Camper

From a Tree Skookum Sasquatch Harasses Camper

MD writes RMSO

43 years ago in northen S.Car near my family's remote lake house, my friend and I always wondered why there was a telephone pole sized pine tree upside down leaning against another big tree with the broken off stump end in the air.

There were three bent over sapling with the tops touching the ground next to this upside down tree deep in the woods beside an abandoned and grown over logging road.

Never saw deer there in 40 years. Just assumed those sounds we heard at dusk from the swampy end of the cove were whooping cranes. Turns out whooping cranes sound nothing like that per the internet. They sounded "exactly" like Sierra Sounds.

The son of the only neighbor in the very large remote cove said a "Whampus Cat" broke into his adult male doberman's cage and killed it.

That just never registered with me until 7/2011. All 100.0% true in case you're wondering. (don't want to post this for business reasons.)

Hey - I watched your car ride from The Dalles to Mt.Hood. You were within a mile of my scariest encounter just before Government Camp. Mt. Hood BF encounter.

Mt Hood Sasquatch (Bigfoot RTD)

Still Creek Campground! I was harassed by, what turned out to be, three bigfoots in the 3rd week of July 2011 on East Perry Vickers Road, near Still Creek Campground. I was with a ski racing group of adults. Long story but I was harassed while sleeping on a 2nd story screened in porch. With mumbling from just beyond the tree line on the other side of the gravel road, soft whistles (wanting me to go outside/come here type whistles), whoops (It was so powerful, I thought it was a whooping crane from Jurassic park) and loud knocks (I though it was a jerk chopping wood at 1 AM in a park closed to tent camping at the time.) All activity was between 1 AM and 4 AM for three nights out of six.

Nothing the first night that I recall, and the other two nights was very heavy rain - no activity heard. Being oblivious to the subject until the last hour of my week-long trip. I just assumed it was three persistent punks trying to harass me.

That was until the last hour before I had to get up to catch my flight, one of them climbed up a 100' + pine with hardly any limbs to look down onto me at 4 AM. Then I knew it was not human and got highly concerned and started planning escape routes if it jumped onto the roof. When I stared at the tree, the other two behind me made frantic but soft whistles to try to get me to turn around. their way. It became a test of wills.

Then I think I got zapped and decided to go back to sleep. Why me? My guess is because the outdoor carpet I was sleeping on was black with mold (I'm allergic to mold). I was snoring like a pig and I was the buffet. In hindsight based on their actions, my impression was that they were trying to lure me out, so I could be dinner.

This encounter changed my world. Plus, it made me realize of my encounters we had growing up, per the message I sent you in 2014. My parents and I were just oblivious suburbanites at the time. The clan-based in our cove in South Carolina must have thought we were hilarious. The clan in Oregon, I encountered I believe were nefarious.

The spot is NOT exact but is within 0.5 miles. There are two "rental" houses that are almost across the street from each other. They are apparently grandfathered in before the state park was set.

RMSO responds

We actually checked out Still Creek area while we were there. Reading your encounter the one in the tree is the only one you were able to see. Were you able to determine its size or see details of color or face features?

MD responds

Three for sure. It was between 1 AM to 4:30 AM for three nights. It would start with really loud whoops, tree knocks, the mumbling from the tree line which kept waking me up. When I would look up, it would stop. Then would come the soft whistles to try to lure me out.

In hindsight, that was BY FAR the most scary part. I though it was three punk snowboarders until 4:00 AM on the last night when one climbed a giant pine to look down on me from the other side of the house since I was sleeping on a three sided screened in porch above the utility room.

I would stare at the one way up in the tree then the other two on the other side of the house in the tree line would frantically make soft whistles to get me to turn around. Here is where it gets strange. But this was my impression. Then, I think they zapped me with a different kind of zap. I did not have a fear or dread. I became instantly sleepy??? I have only heard of that happening once online.

During the whole week of the one in the tree was the fist time I thought of it being Bigfoot. However, at that point my plan was if the one in the tree jumped on the tin roof, I was going to dive into the house and wake up the 12 guys in the house.

Form hearing the whoops. I connected the dots from hearing the same whoops my whole childhood on the weekend lake house on our cove in South Carolina. If we did NOT hear whoops at dusk in the summer from the creepy back of the cove it would be odd. They wee just the normal sounds to naive suburbanite family and me.

I had a class A when I was 15. But I put it out of my mind since my Dad did not believe me. We were picking black berries in a massive patch 5 miles down a triple high voltage power line clearing. My Dad and I were on our motocross bikes.

I had just started picking. I was squatting and looked up. I saw a giant "gorilla" looking down at me. It's head was 4x the size of my Dad's. Massive head and shoulders. Only 10 feet away!! It was turning away as I saw it. From the facial expression, it was pissed we were in it's patch.

I ran to my Dad in a panic, kept yelling, "we have to go now, we have to go now." He knew I seldom panic and didn't scare easily. So he said, "I guess I have enough berries"! So he agreed to leave. When I hit 3rd gear on the YZ 125 that feeling of relief I will never forget. I have three other encounters over the years, but they were more run of the mill, class b encounters.

I am totally scared out of the deep woods for this lifetime so I enjoy your treks.

RMSO responds

However a person looks at it. You are lucky or unlucky to have had two sightings.. Amazing 10 feet away picking berries. Reminds me of the Labarge Creek sighting in Wyoming. Appreciate hearing about your two experiences.

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MD responds

I would say "un-lucky." I wish it never happened and was still one of the obvious folks. The fear factor is triple in the woods now. I'm always looking beyond the tree line while driving.

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Friday, May 29, 2020

Bighorn Sasquatch Crow Tribal History of Bigfoot

Cover photo from Georgia Bigfoot News Article
https://www.gafollowers.com/reports-of-a-second-big-foot-sighting-in-north-georgia/

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Bighorn Sasquatch Crow Tribal History of Bigfoot

Wraps his tail writes RMSO

I've been interested in Big Foot since I was a kid and lived in the state of Washington for about a year. I heard about Big Foot while there.

We returned home to my reservation. I would think about the stories I heard in Washington. During my high school years, I asked our elders bout any Big Foot stories. I was surprised that we have stories about them. Even a couple of places that are named after encounters with Big Foot.

I don't like sharing publicly about the stories but think the stories should be told to preserve them. I like to share them but not sure how. I people get ridiculed when they talk about them. For this reason, usually don't like talking about it. I see people's post about their encounters and feel I should share some of these stories.

Let me know if you would want to hear them. I could share some of the stories just to keep them from being lost.

RMSO responds

Would love to hear about them and willing to keep you anonymous when we post them publicly on our blog.

Wraps his tail responds

OK, how do we start?

RMSO

Please email them 1 at a time when you have time to RMSObigfoot@gmail.com

Wraps his tail continues

OK, I'll start with how got interested in these stories. I'm a member of the Crow tribe and live a few miles outside of Billings, Mt. We moved to the state of Washington on the Makah Indian Reservation in 1974. My dad took a job there as a cop. We moved there when I was a fourth grader.

The town is called Neah Bay. Its the furthest point west you can go on the coast.

My Makah friends and I often played at a beach on the bay side. It was close to where we lived. A Makah elder heard from her grandson that we like to play at the beach and go up into the heavy timber. The timber is above the beach and across the main entry road to Neah Bay.

She saw me at school and called me over. She told me not to go into the timber anymore. She said we could get lost or get abducted by some large hairy beings. She said their history talks about children being taken by these beings.

She shared a story of seeing three of them one night, raiding her trash cans, at the edge of her yard. She lived in the country and was alone at the time of incident. She said they're out there!

I thanked her for the warning and told her that we will not go into the timber anymore. The story stuck with me ever since that time.

Fast forward to when I was about 15. I was riding with my grandfather to our tribe's buffalo pasture in the Big Horn Mountains. We took a break from the rough rocky road to eat.

It was near a place called "where they seen a being". I only knew the Crow name. I never really thought about why it was named that. I got curious looking at the high point of "where they seen a being". I asked my grandfather why it was called by that name?

He said a large hairy being was seen there by Crow hunters at the bottom of the canyon. He said the incident likely happened in the early reservation period... 1890s?

The hunters were on horseback and coming out of the canyon. On the trail , they ran into the being. The being was very large and hairy. He said it roared at the hunters and ran straight up the canyon wall. The terrain is steep. You almost have to crawl to go straight up the wall.

It made it up to the top and went crazy. I roared and pulled up small pine trees with the roots. He threw the Christmas tree size trees down at the hunters. He said the thing was strong to throw trees almost to where the hunters had stopped.

The hunters decided to detour around the point where the being was standing. They decided on a separate trail that went below where the being was located.

The being stood his ground. They finally made it out of the canyon several miles above the normal path of the trail.

Recently, I happened to sit next to an elder from one of our communities. He knows many of our oral stories and our tribal history. I asked him about "where they saw the being". I asked if he knew why it was called by that name?

He told me exactly the same story as my grandfather did. But, he added one interesting detail. The hunters watched the being run up the steep slope, they noticed it had a braided pony tail on the back of his head. WTH.

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