Woodland Lost and Found
The Sunday before Labor Day 2012 at around 1145am I got a cell call from the duo, will call em Pa and Jr. Pa was very emotional in his initial delivery on the phone, and indeed I was kind of clued into where he had been Squatch'n with Jr. For 3 days straight.
Walking around them in a circle was a set of footprints in the dark now walking around them. Jr. was getting agitated and looking for a way to see what his Pa said most likely making the ruckus.
After hearing Pa and Jr. retell the event....and transitioning nto Jr. and the confounding misplaced taste of tomatoes pushing through the strong aroma of a fresh smoked cigar...we are all a little on edge. As Pa was on the phone speeding back into town...I listen to him brake out of the plot line and ask his son "what tomatoes"?
Jr. and Pa wanted to walk on down to the hanging tomatoes and see of anything in 12 hrs had fed on any of the 60 or so they left in a tied up plastic bag.
Sneakers; like the ones talked about last night around the camp fire.
The sneaker were of a vintage quality Converse. Size 11, rough but wearable condition, baby blue with laces tied. We asked Jr. just where he had found those in the gifting area. We all walked over and looked at where he had found them. We had been on our hands and knees looking in that exact same spot not more than 20 min. earlier. If someone was playing a prank on us, they would have had to do so in broad day light and most likely cross the freezing 3 feet of freezing water from the river all to leave us a pair of beat up and dried up old sneakers. Why? I felt as though it was an invitation of sorts to Jr.. I asked him to wear them for the evening, even if they were a size or two larger than what he wore. He refused and stowed them in his bag for the evening. We built a fire and waited. The night was long and quiet.....w set out for a night hike....nothing....we came back....nothing. The next morning we awoke to a bad cup of coffee and broke camp. We pulled plaster print and left with our hanging bag of dog food. I came back to the area about 1 week later and checked the large plastic bag of dog food hanging in the tree. The bag for the most part was chewed on, but not really opened and eaten. I looked over the bag and studied the distinct differences between the bag that was pinched open and the one chewed and clawed at. I do not know if any of these moments or little shreds of evidence, but they are certainly more than anecdotal or circumstantial. Perhaps all unrelated and worse yet, maybe at the hands and feet of something much more familiar and human. If anything, it is just another wild night that adds up only to speculation over observation. It has kept me guessing.
So how did we hear about the area. Interestingly enough, it was suggested we check the area out after Bobo, from Finding Bigfoot, and friend Tyler B. had an interesting night in the same spot a month prior.
The story goes that Bobo and Tyler had typical Sasquatch activity around them, but no sighting. That night after they went to bed, Bobo decided to leave his trademark necklace on his boots as a gift for his wooded visitors and zipped up his tent. The next morning when they both awoke, Tyler B. noticed that on his boots laid a necklace he had never seen before.
It was a totally different necklace then Bobo's. They had no idea who left them this little treasure, but you have to wonder.