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MISSION:
NIGHT SCREAM II
FINAL REPORT AND PHOTO JOURNAL
THE
GROUP: Autumn, Bob, Manny, John, Jim, Jeff (Ofo is
behind the camera)
September
4, 1999
Bob and I arrived a day later than most of the group. At
Patrick's Creek Lodge, Jeff and Manny filled us in on the
previous night's activities. Apparently, up near O'Brien,
Oregon the group had heard thumping noises and crunching
on the gravel road but were unable to locate the cause of
the noises.
That afternoon, we met John at his cabin and proceeded up
into the hills. We decided to set up base camp near Camp
Six, affording us a central location from which to branch
out onto several area roads. Coon Mountain Rd appeared to
be the best choice, so we took it. The caravan of four vehicles
drove around until 1 a.m. We returned to camp, with John
blasting calls the whole way, but the night proved uneventful.
John films as we stop to broadcast
screams on a mountain road
September
5, 1999
Witness shows where he was standing
at the time of the sighting
We were up and on the road just after 8 a.m. to rendezvous
with a witness at Humboldt Redwoods State Park. (Click HERE
to read the witness' original report submitted to the BFRO)
Witness took us to location of sighting, we documented the
area and looked for sign but found none at the exact location.
Witness shows Manny how
the creature was visible from the waist up above the stump
However, on the way back the witness did spot a tree that
had been torn into approximately 12' up. Bob got up on Jeff's
shoulders to get a closer look at the tree and found two
hairs stuck in the wood. John is sending the hairs off for
analysis.
Bob pulls hair from the damaged
tree while Jeff acts as a stepstool
Local Ranger Robert Leiterman gave John a map with good
track locations and advised the group to keep the noise
to a minimum near campsites to avoid annoying or scaring
the campers. We blasted calls and checked several of the
areas noted on the map but found nothing.
Ranger Robert gives campers a taste
of Bigfoot Lore
After returning to the park to take in Ranger Leiterman's
8:00 Bigfoot-themed campfire presentation, we turned north
and headed into the wilderness. John played calls from several
locations and the night seemed disappointingly quiet. We
turned down a side road and liked the area well enough to
set up camp for the night. That's when things began to get
interesting.
John broadcast calls again several times from our camp and
then went to sleep in the cab of his truck. The others sat
around the Coleman lantern, talking, and I took this opportunity
to try my own brand of Bigfooting.
Jeff, Manny and Ofo huddle around
the Coleman lantern
Let me preface this by saying that I have a lengthy background
in all aspects of the paranormal, including ceremonial Magick.
I brought several items with me that I thought might prove
useful in "calling in" a Bigfoot creature - that is, if
the "fringe" stories were true and the Sasquatch was more
than simply a throwback to Gigantopithecus. Without going
into detail about how, why, or what I did, let's suffice
it to say that I cast a circle and focused my thoughts on
bringing a Sasquatch into the camp (Before the trip, during
meditation, I had heard a Native American man's voice say,
"Oh-MA-ha Mm-ma-TE-ah". I didn't know what it meant, but
was impressed by the feeling of significance the words carried.
My intuition told me that perhaps it was an ancient, customary
greeting from times when Northwest Indians and the Oh'ma
lived side by side. Regardless, I decided it would make
a good mantra to help me focus.) I sat alone, facing away
from the camp, concentrating on this end for about half
an hour. During this time, I played owl noises with a small
flute. I began to hear rustling in the brush in front of
me, and occasionally would hear the loud 'crack' of large
branches being broken. A calm certainty that we were no
longer alone passed over me, and after dispersing my circle
I walked over to the others and quietly told them that I
believed "They" were here, and asked that everyone keep
spotlights off and keep any guns put away.
Immediately after that, Jeff explained that he and Bob heard
whistles. We shut down the hissing Coleman lantern and stood
quietly, and sure enough - we heard it. They seemed to come
from above; later, we surmised that they came from the hillside
across the road several hundred yards away. The sound was
high-pitched, starting lower and ending on a higher note.
"Toooo-wheet". Someone suggested that I play the flute to
it
I did, with no apparent effect. The whistles continued.
I decided to try calling to it.
"Oh-MA-ha."
The whistles increased in volume. "Oh-MA-ha Mm-ma-TE-ah."
Again, the whistler grew louder. Whether it was responding
just in intensity, or whether it was coming closer, I don't
know. At this point we decided to wake John.
Click
HERE
to download the sound John recorded. (Note: These whistles
have since been determined to have been Spotted Owl calls)
John said, "Let's go meet 'em." He and I left Camp armed
with our nightvision camcorders and a small flashlight,
which we kept off. The minute we left camp and walked toward
the whistler, the noise stopped. We walked all around down
the road to the highway and along the bridge and heard nothing.
I felt great apprehension while traipsing around in the
dark, but it was mainly due to the knowledge that a bear
was in the area.
We returned to camp. By this time, it after 4:30 a.m. and
we were all exhausted. The Coleman lantern had been lit
and set up on a small hillock about 20 feet from the vehicles.
John crawled back into the cab of his truck and went to
sleep. Bob was crashed out in the back of our truck and
hardly woke up when I laid down. Jeff and Manny banged on
the windows of Manny's truck for several minutes before
Ofo woke up long enough to unlock the doors and let Manny
in. Jeff got into his jeep and we all fell asleep quickly.
Shortly after 5 a.m., the screaming happened. It was an
ear-splitting, frenzied, crescendo-ing blast of noise, somewhere
between an "Ow" and "Ah" sound. It came from very near the
vehicles. Bob and I woke up at the same time, and Bob sat
up in the canopy to see what was happening. I mumbled grumpily
about people needing to shut-up, then rolled over and went
right back to sleep. The next morning Bob described seeing
John turn on his headlights (we assume that the truck was
pointing toward the direction of the sound, which seems
to have been where the lantern was placed shortly before).
He also saw Manny sit up in his truck and look around. Later,
we realized that the lantern must have gone out because
John has to turn on his headlights for light.
Oddly enough, although Bob wondered if one of our party
had been injured, he was unable to bring himself to get
up and go check. Instead, he lay back down and went back
to sleep, as did Manny.
September
6, 1999
Jeff points to the spot where the
lantern was knocked over
Jeff was the first to awake the next morning, and said the
first thing he noticed was that the lantern was knocked
over and that there appeared to be a large, deep impression
near it. He went to wake Manny, who was violently startled
awake. The first thing out of Manny's mouth was, "Dude,
did you hear the screams last night?
However, Jeff heard nothing. Also, even stranger, John not
only did not remember the screams, he also didn't remember
sitting up and turning on the headlights twice. Bob and
I were amazed to realize that it was not one of us who had
made all the racket, and the more we thought about it the
more irritated we got by the fact that not one of us left
a tape recorder going
The group then traveled north to Wilson Creek - a beach
access area known for fall and winter Bigfoot activity.
After poking around a bit, Bob, Jeff and I said goodbye
to the rest of the group and made our way to Walker Rd.
east of Crescent City. I took the two of them to the area
where we found the broken trees and hair samples on the
previous expedition. We found perfectly clear, rather large
bear tracks in the mud and hair (probably bear) on a broken
tree. Jeff heard snapping in the brush, so we left, not
wanting to confront the maker of the tracks.
Hair on a twisted tree top at the
Walker Rd location. Although in this case the hair is most
likely bear hair, Bigfoot commonly breaks off trees up to
10' up and hair can often be found clinging to the break
Post
Script, September 7, 1999
Upon
returning home, Bob and I received a report from BFRO curator
Thom Powell, in Portland, that on the previous Thursday
there had been a Bigfoot sighting 6 miles west of O'Brien,
Oregon
the very area that the group had heard the
noises on Friday night. This sighting is currently under
investigation and a trip to the area is in the works
Summary
I
know I place myself in the line of fire from others in the
Bigfoot field by advocating the use of "unscientific" means
such as telepathy, meditation and Shamanism to interact
with the Sasquatch. But the fact is that after decades of
research we still don't have answers, and unless we use
all means available to us we may never know the truth. My
first attempt at this sort of communication proved successful
perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not. Regardless, something
came into our camp at 5 a.m. and screamed. I have no college
degree in primatology or anthropology, and I've never claimed
to be a scientist. If my findings are strictly circumstantial
and my experiences are subjective, that's ok with me. I'm
not really out to prove anything to anyone but myself; as
long as I'm satisfied with the answers I find I suppose
that's all that matters. I'll leave the scientific nuances
up to those who believe they're qualified to evaluate data
in that manner. :)
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