Themountains directly north of Vancouver
I should mention that Indian Arm is a branch of the fiord that includes Burrard Inlet which is Vancouver's main Harbor. Limited road access exists into it and it is normally accessed by boat.
I should mention that Indian Arm is a branch of the fiord that includes Burrard Inlet which is Vancouver's main Harbor. Limited road access exists into it and it is normally accessed by boat.
Herea witness is able to observe a Sasquatch at close quarters crossing a creek bed(likely flat stones near the sea) that also chooses to stop and observe them.
Thewitness made some clear observations about the nature of the creature’s hairwhich is very welcome. It obviously issporting its summer coat that would be quite like a dog. We confirm that the face is also covered inthe same way and no beard is mentioned at all suggesting nothing unusual orhuman like there.
Againthe creature moves in a walking stride similar to human locomotion and its facealso appears human like. We do not have a muzzle which is an unusual alterationfor a primate linage and shared only with humans. In fact it is the lack of amuzzle which makes the face so human like.
Theway it strode across the creek bed speaks to this creature not been a human outgetting his jollies. It was too way too closeat 12 meters to be pulled off anyway. The witness really had a good look see. That is also why it was caughtby surprise. You have to keep your eyes on the rocks if you plan to boundacross them.
Againhundreds of reports exist but this joins the few that delivers new informationand insight also.
Posted: 29 Mar 2011 09:49 AM PDT
By Chris Bush - Nanaimo News Bulletin - One of myco-workers asked me, jokingly, if I saw any sasquatches on my recent holidays.
No, but....
A few of us in the newsroom are mountain bikers and encounter the occasionaldeer and bear on our wilderness excursions.
They scurry off at the sight of creatures with shiny, coloured heads that rideon animals with round black hooves by grabbing their antlers and rapidlykicking the enslaved beasts.
When you ride by yourself and stop for a drink and a snack you sometimes getthat eerie feeling someone or something is watching you.
I’ve never seen a sasquatch on the Island – I guess most other people haven’teither – but, a bunch of us kids were pretty sure that’s we saw one night atsummer camp many years ago.
I was 11 in July 1969 when my mother sent me to
Camp activities involved a lot of swimming, hiking, archery and verbally andphysically bullying each other to establish the pecking orders in our cabins.
One afternoon we hiked into the bush to camp overnight in a wide dry creek bed.As it got dark, kids hunkered down in the rocks for the night. I found acomfortable spot in the boulders.
Some boys caught little lizards that ran around in the rocks. Occasionally akid would let out a yelp when his new pet bit him.
We were settling down when we heard something trucking through the woods, snappingbranches as it went, seemingly unconcerned about the noise it made. A bearmaybe?
The last of the twilight was fading, but the moon was full, so there was plentyof light to see by. What walked out of the woods was no bear.
It was about 12 metres from us, not just walking upright, but taking big easystrides across the rocks. About halfway across the creek bed it stopped, as ifit realized suddenly that we were there, and turned to look at us.
It was nearly two metres tall and its body was proportioned just like a largeman’s, except its forearms were a little longer than ours, so its hands hungcloser to its knees.
It's body was covered in hair, but it was so fine, almost like an Irishsetter’s, that you could see its muscle definition underneath. I remember hisforearm muscles being clearly defined and, yup, “it” was definitely a “he”.
He just stood there and sort of regarded us for a moment as we gaped back instunned silence. His face appeared human and was covered in an even finer layerof hair. His eyes were a medium shade and when I looked in them I rememberthinking, “That’s a man.”
Then he turned and continued on his way. The sound of branches snapping startedagain when he entered the woods and eventually faded into the distance.
The encounter didn’t frighten me. I was simply amazed. Our silence broke when afew terrified kids started freaking out and crying.
We ran to our counsellors’ campsite in wooded area not far down the creek totell them what happened. They were just teenagers themselves, and were sittingaround a campfire talking and playing guitars. They just told us to get lost.
In the morning we found a narrow trail paralleling the creek bed and sawbranches snapped off the trees about shoulder height of the creature. The counsellorsfound this a bit strange, but figured it must have been a bear.
I’ve seen films on TV and heard sensational stories about sasquatches over theyears, but none of those have ever described anything like what we saw thatnight.
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