By: Jim Myers
Sunday, July 02, 2017
(From the Sasquatch Chronicles Articles in Mountain Connection)
The Sasquatch Chronicles are back! I took a few months off this summer, as it is our busiest time at the Sasquatch Outpost. I gather that several of my “readers” have inquired whether I would start writing again. The answer is Yes, and I am grateful to all three of you for asking.
One of the most enjoyable things I did this summer was to take a family from Toronto, Canada on a three-day Bigfoot expedition. It was the Canuck Invasion of Bailey! I loved the accents (“What time is it? Oh, aboot three, eh” and “Bigfoot, eh? Big hairy guy, eh?”) Since they were flying in from the frozen north, I was responsible for putting all the supplies together: tents, air mattresses, sleeping bags, food, drinks …. American-Canadian dictionary – you know, pretty much all the essentials. I asked my friend John to come with us as I knew I’d need some help. He not only came, but brought his RZR as well (side by side ATV), which meant that he was by far the more popular of the two expedition guides. Seriously, how can I compete with off-road thrills for the attention of 3 teenagers? I mean, my skills at belching and farting only go so far!
So anyway, John and I chose a campsite in the Buffalo Peaks Wilderness, about 20 miles West of Fairplay. We’d never done any research in that area, but we found more than ample evidence of Bigfoot activity to convince us that we would not be disappointed (like signs that said, “Bigfoot was here” and such). We got to the campsite Thursday about mid-day and set up the tents… after figuring out where Bigfoot was most likely to appear in the night, and who would (and wouldn’t) want to know if he does! Once camp was in order we have a tradition of putting out some gifts for Sasquatch - things we know he’d enjoy, like small puppies covered in chocolate… I’m just KIDDING! I would never do that. I only ever use kittens anyway. Seriously though, we put some big rocks together, with three plastic horses around the sides and a bunch of deer antler tines in a row on top of the rock. Weird, I know – but it seems to work. Before we all headed into our flimsy, nylon protective shelters for the night, John and I put three audio recorders out around the camp and set them to record all night. Now this is where it gets interesting. None of us thought we heard anything during the night, but when we got up and checked out the gifting site the next morning, one of the horses was gone and a deer tine was sitting in its place. Most raccoons I know don’t care for plastic horses or deer antlers… so what took the horse? Then, even weirder (is that a word?), when we listened to the recordings we could hear bi-pedal footsteps walking around the camp… and then we heard the zipper to John’s tent being unzipped and zipped back… not once, but twice! John never left his tent, so someone or something was checking him out during the night. If that doesn’t give you the heebie Jeebies, I don’t know what will! All in all, it was an awesome trip, eh – and aboot time I end this article.
Don’t forget to stop by the Sasquatch Outpost the next time you drive through Bailey! You won’t regr’lm