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Yacolt, Clark County, Washington
"The reports I sent previously went, I believe, to the IVBC first. Nonetheless
Bobbie, here is the first account that constituted somewhat of a turning point in my involvement with Sasquatch
Mrs. Brenda G., a young mother, German, recently moved to Washington from the US South, doing dishes; her 15-and-a-half-year old son Nick, a short but muscular and macho kid, doing homework; her 5 year-old son, John, playing outside on the lawn; two dogs, one pony. The father worked away from home at the time of the event. The area contained a two-story home on a country road, surrounded by minimal lawns bordered by deep, steeply rising forest across the road to the west; behind the house abandoned fields, overgrown with brush and wildflowers, mixed with groves of evergreens. Several hundred feet separate neighboring houses.
Brenda, washing the dinner dishes, looking out over her backyard, past the horse corral with its pony and
off into the distance, notices that suddenly the horse becomes unruly. She calls to Nick: "Nick, there are
some kids out there trying to tease the horse," and steps out the kitchen back door with a BB-gun in her
hands for good measure.
Nick runs back into the house, tearing the screen door off its hinges in the process, to tell his mother about the creature and to change into boots from his slippery loafers. Then he charges back out, taking a large army bayonet from over the fireplace for protection, with Brenda close behind. Their two dogs have retreated under the house.
As he runs down through the same meadow, the sasquatch is still walking about there, retreats downhill, crosses a small creek and stops on the far bank of the creek under a fir tree to face his pursuers, his entire body bathed in sunlight and visible from head to toe. Nick stops about 30' away, his mother stands about 15' behind Nick. This silent tableau holds its place for what seems an extraordinarily long time, perhaps 5 minutes, although Nick's and Brenda's estimates, colored by the adrenalin of the encounter, range as high as 20 minutes. Whatever length of time passes, it gives Nick and Brenda the opportunity for detailed inspection of the Sasquatch.
They describe it as being 6' 6" tall (as measured against a branch that barely touched the crown of its head), covered with black-gray fur and golden brown patches on its shoulders and chests in it. The head is notable for its pronounced brow ridge and deep set eyes, that are "less open than human eyes" (facing into the sun). It has a wide and stumpy nose, the hairiness under the nose getting thicker, hiding the jaw line. It has impressively wide shoulders ("Man, they were this wide!", Nick holds his hands far apart in retelling), heavy arms, wide hands with thick fingers and dark brown and rough palms. Its nails have a deep yellow "nicotine-stained" color. Its torso narrows somewhat to the waist, no genitals are visible in the fur, and it has "sort of a small butt for a man", according to Brenda's astute assessment. Both observers perceive the creature as a male. Neither of them detected any smell.
In due time Brenda gets the "willies" and anxiously screams to Nick to break it off. Thereupon the Sasquatch screams, takes a step across the creek toward them, while holding its arms out to the side by about 45°, as if to herd them on their way. They run halfway up the hill to the house, when Nick feels compelled to give it one more look. He is rewarded by a repeat of the faintly aggressive display. They continue to the house, Brenda scooping up John from the lawn, who says: "Mommy, there is a big monkey in our backyard." Brenda climbs up on the low garage roof and watches the Sasquatch walk away. The dogs stay under the house for a safe two hours and will not let themselves be coaxed out, even by having a steak waved at them. The horse has substantial abrasions on its fetlocks from having gotten snagged on a rope in its panic.
Brenda phoned 911, but hung up before the call is answered. After some time she phones back after all and reports the encounter, which is duly noted in the police blotter, but not acted upon. Only an alert reporter from the Vancouver Columbian catches the brief note and looks up the family. This reporter and several Sasquatch investigators canvas the surroundings and neighbors and come up with a few additional items. The reporter brought me some hair to look at, which I did (hair was not Sasquatch).
Two sets of footprints are found, 12" long and 6" long, whereupon Brenda puts a roast chicken into a high tree fork, since she wants to see the "baby." An adjacent unused meadow has a large depressed area of grass in it. A patch of thimbleberries is found on the steep hillside to have been stripped of its fruit and leaves, leaving bare canes behind. The adjacent farmer's cows, which had just been turned loose for the summer into a higher, lush meadow, come rushing back to the barn that night, something the farmer had never observed before. After about a week, little John comments casually: "The little monkey isn't coming to play anymore."
Commentary: The circumstances suggest that a young Sasquatch was wandering through the countryside in the company of
an older sibling (young male), providing the impetus for the unusual confrontational, protective display.
A couple of investigators from Seattle arrived and proceeded to establish a camp in the early evening
on the steep hillside, where the thimbleberry patch had been found.
That is a rich story, isn't it? We made an effort to have an artist draw a portrait from Nick's description but she moved away and the sketch I have is not very convincing."