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Alaska Sasquatch Encounters - Alternative Knowledgeby Chautauqua -
Jun 8, 2014
By Chautauqua
Augereye Express
As a kid growing up in the sixties I was never really intimidated by school, like most of the other students I knew. Some part of my spirit knew it was just a transitional phase that would one day fade away to reveal what real life was really all about. The cliques and social posturing didn’t impress or interest me at all, as I already sensed I wasn’t going to fit in well with any of them. Likewise there was very little else school had to offer that I was interested in…just the books. I was there for the books pure & simple.
On the weekends I would often take the bus downtown; spending the morning in the public library and the afternoon scouring used book stores. By the time I was a senior in high school I had a pretty impressive library of my own at home. While a good many subjects held my interest, I was especially fond of the paranormal; those things which “science” rejected, and refused to investigate. One book in particular really caught my imagination: “Abominable Snowmen: Legend come to Life.” by Ivan T. Sanderson. The author not only wrote about the Yeti of the Himalayas, but went so far as to suggest there were four different species of this creature, living on most of the planets continents except Australia! I had no way of knowing it at the time, but that book set in motion a series of choices I would make in my life that would lead me to have several encounters with the Alaskan Sasquatch, or “Bigfoot” as one unimaginative newspaper man from California famously named them.
01auger
Fast forward to the spring of 1975: after participating in the southeast Asia war games [where the United Stated took second place;] you could say I was ripe for some adventure of another kind, and followed my soul to Alaska, making it my adopted home. My objective and desire was to live a rustic wilderness lifestyle, out in the boonies away from town, and people & all their drama and noise. Traveling with me was my new bride, who not only shared my desire to live in the wilderness; she wanted to do it up in theBrooks range, around the Arctic circle. Tough minded woman! We established ourselves in the town of Ketchikan, bought a trailer sitting on a cliff out north of town, and began getting ready for winter. Before long I found myself gainfully employed on a local harbor tug boat; and times were good.
A couple years slipped away…and it suddenly dawns on me that my dream of wilderness living is still on hold, and slipping away along with the good times and easy money. That flame of desire in me was building, I really didn’t want to put it off another year…but then there were three of us now, and my wife wasn’t so keen about moving into the woods with a 1 year old child. I reminded her that humans have logged much more time living in wilderness than they have in big cement cities…it’s where we come from after all, I just wanted to return. Once we got to talking about it, we realized we both still wanted the same thing, and began planning our “jumping off” date. Eighteen months later the plan came together rather nicely: we divested ourselves of the Cliffside trailer, exchanging it for a three room cabin, on a log raft, aka A Floathouse.
For the first few weeks we were essentially water squatters as we were still trying to line up a place to put the floathouse. Got kicked out of Bar Harbor, the main marina on the waterfront; so we moved across the narrows to Gravina Island and tied up to a log storage raft…right under the airport flight path! A few weeks later a friend of mine who was related to one of the board members of the local native corporation; secured me an employment contract to provide public relations and security services up in George Inlet. Almost halfway up the inlet is a beautifully pristine little pocket in the shoreline calledGem Cove, our new home in the wilderness fifteen nautical miles from Ketchikan.
2 auger
The most unusual feature of this cove was the long, narrow, tree covered island situated directly across the entrance; leaving just a narrow, rock studded corridor one had to navigate to gain entrance to the cove. I had of course scouted the area beforehand and thus was certain we could get the raft through the narrow entrance. The topography of the shoreline afforded but a single optimal spot for the floathouse, on the north shoreline just across from the narrow skookum chuck entrance. We eased the raft in on the highest tide of the month; then coaxed it into position. A few minutes later we had two anchors set, and mooring lines tied to the shore. Four hours later with the outgoing tide draining water from the cove, our little floathouse settled onto the beach beneath us; not quite perfectly level, but close enough for us. As the sun began to lower in the sky I sat on the back deck of the floathouse in a moment of reflection and satisfaction; offering the universe a silent prayer of thanks that my lifelong dream of living in the wilderness was now reality.
3auger
There is an unapproachable quality of life to living in the wilderness, away from the trappings of humanity, and the difference is immediately noticeable to the soul. You wake to the sound of eagles calling, and perhaps some breeze in the treetops, but not much more than that. The first few weeks we were there it seemed we heard vocal objections to our presence from the squirrels, ravens, and blue jays as well as the eagles; but after a while they must have grown used to us because things quieted down. I made it a prime directive not to hunt in the vicinity of the cove because getting to see Alaskan wildlife in their native habitat was a big part of my reason for living here. Once used to our presence, the local denizens of the forest returned to their regular routines, allowing us a glimpse every now and then. Sometimes in the mornings we’d see deer on the far shore, and a couple of times even wolves. That first summer we learned to our surprise that the large stream feeding fresh water into the cove was indeed a salmon stream! Now this was good because of readily available salmon and not-so-good because the black bears also like easy pickings. So, it wasn’t too unusual to see the occasional bear strolling the beach out in front of the floathouse on it’s way to or from the stream.
One of the nicest things about wilderness life is that once you have accomplished the necessary daily chores of tending to your needs such as firewood, water, meal preparation, and putting up preserves for winter; there is still plenty of daylight remaining for other projects & pursuits. After dark it’s all about family time, reading, cribbage, music and finding ways to keep a 2 year old child entertained & happy, (which is tough anywhere!) Next day you get up and do it all over again just like any lifestyle; except in the wilderness all your effort benefits you, not some boss somewhere. You set your own rules and productivity knowing that if you don’t do it, it won’t get done.
We’d lived in Gem Cove for just over a year before we saw the first evidence of Sasquatch. A friend of ours from town had come out to spend the weekend with us. Little Bear was a native Tlingit woodcarver who a year before had carved me a massive chair from an old seasoned tree trunk. He wanted to get in a deer hunt so he could take some venison home to his family. We took my skiff up the coast a mile or so then put ashore and headed uphill to a nearby ridge system. Near the top of the first ridge we came onto a nice big muskeg meadow which was dotted here & there with small stands of trees: perfect deer territory. We hunkered down just inside the tree line and tried the deer call…nothing. After waiting a while longer we decided to skirt the edges of the meadow, in opposite directions, but keeping each other in plain sight.
Just a few minutes into this strategy however, little bear whistles at me to get my attention. When I looked over at him, now about 30 yards distant, he calls out to me, “Hey come check this out!” Being a tad miffed that he’d just spooked any deer that may be around, I walked over to where he was standing. As I drew near he just points to the ground next to him saying “You ain’t gonna believe this.” There in the mushy muskeg carpet was two different sets of what appeared to be human footprints…except they were barefoot tracks, and very large. One set was only just bigger than a normal human foot – but the other was considerably larger. Not having camera or tape measure with us we could only estimate the big prints to be some 16 inches long and about 6 to 7 inches wide.
4auger
http://www.zengardner.com/alaska-sasquatch-encounters/
MORE HERE>>
http://augureye.blogspot.ca/2014/06/alaska-sasquatch-encounters.html
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXNQ4sEZYQ4/U5O3T72eFWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/sWVaIeDjcaU/s1600/Bigfoot_Photo.jpg
God Bless
Jun 8, 2014
By Chautauqua
Augereye Express
As a kid growing up in the sixties I was never really intimidated by school, like most of the other students I knew. Some part of my spirit knew it was just a transitional phase that would one day fade away to reveal what real life was really all about. The cliques and social posturing didn’t impress or interest me at all, as I already sensed I wasn’t going to fit in well with any of them. Likewise there was very little else school had to offer that I was interested in…just the books. I was there for the books pure & simple.
On the weekends I would often take the bus downtown; spending the morning in the public library and the afternoon scouring used book stores. By the time I was a senior in high school I had a pretty impressive library of my own at home. While a good many subjects held my interest, I was especially fond of the paranormal; those things which “science” rejected, and refused to investigate. One book in particular really caught my imagination: “Abominable Snowmen: Legend come to Life.” by Ivan T. Sanderson. The author not only wrote about the Yeti of the Himalayas, but went so far as to suggest there were four different species of this creature, living on most of the planets continents except Australia! I had no way of knowing it at the time, but that book set in motion a series of choices I would make in my life that would lead me to have several encounters with the Alaskan Sasquatch, or “Bigfoot” as one unimaginative newspaper man from California famously named them.
01auger
Fast forward to the spring of 1975: after participating in the southeast Asia war games [where the United Stated took second place;] you could say I was ripe for some adventure of another kind, and followed my soul to Alaska, making it my adopted home. My objective and desire was to live a rustic wilderness lifestyle, out in the boonies away from town, and people & all their drama and noise. Traveling with me was my new bride, who not only shared my desire to live in the wilderness; she wanted to do it up in theBrooks range, around the Arctic circle. Tough minded woman! We established ourselves in the town of Ketchikan, bought a trailer sitting on a cliff out north of town, and began getting ready for winter. Before long I found myself gainfully employed on a local harbor tug boat; and times were good.
A couple years slipped away…and it suddenly dawns on me that my dream of wilderness living is still on hold, and slipping away along with the good times and easy money. That flame of desire in me was building, I really didn’t want to put it off another year…but then there were three of us now, and my wife wasn’t so keen about moving into the woods with a 1 year old child. I reminded her that humans have logged much more time living in wilderness than they have in big cement cities…it’s where we come from after all, I just wanted to return. Once we got to talking about it, we realized we both still wanted the same thing, and began planning our “jumping off” date. Eighteen months later the plan came together rather nicely: we divested ourselves of the Cliffside trailer, exchanging it for a three room cabin, on a log raft, aka A Floathouse.
For the first few weeks we were essentially water squatters as we were still trying to line up a place to put the floathouse. Got kicked out of Bar Harbor, the main marina on the waterfront; so we moved across the narrows to Gravina Island and tied up to a log storage raft…right under the airport flight path! A few weeks later a friend of mine who was related to one of the board members of the local native corporation; secured me an employment contract to provide public relations and security services up in George Inlet. Almost halfway up the inlet is a beautifully pristine little pocket in the shoreline calledGem Cove, our new home in the wilderness fifteen nautical miles from Ketchikan.
2 auger
The most unusual feature of this cove was the long, narrow, tree covered island situated directly across the entrance; leaving just a narrow, rock studded corridor one had to navigate to gain entrance to the cove. I had of course scouted the area beforehand and thus was certain we could get the raft through the narrow entrance. The topography of the shoreline afforded but a single optimal spot for the floathouse, on the north shoreline just across from the narrow skookum chuck entrance. We eased the raft in on the highest tide of the month; then coaxed it into position. A few minutes later we had two anchors set, and mooring lines tied to the shore. Four hours later with the outgoing tide draining water from the cove, our little floathouse settled onto the beach beneath us; not quite perfectly level, but close enough for us. As the sun began to lower in the sky I sat on the back deck of the floathouse in a moment of reflection and satisfaction; offering the universe a silent prayer of thanks that my lifelong dream of living in the wilderness was now reality.
3auger
There is an unapproachable quality of life to living in the wilderness, away from the trappings of humanity, and the difference is immediately noticeable to the soul. You wake to the sound of eagles calling, and perhaps some breeze in the treetops, but not much more than that. The first few weeks we were there it seemed we heard vocal objections to our presence from the squirrels, ravens, and blue jays as well as the eagles; but after a while they must have grown used to us because things quieted down. I made it a prime directive not to hunt in the vicinity of the cove because getting to see Alaskan wildlife in their native habitat was a big part of my reason for living here. Once used to our presence, the local denizens of the forest returned to their regular routines, allowing us a glimpse every now and then. Sometimes in the mornings we’d see deer on the far shore, and a couple of times even wolves. That first summer we learned to our surprise that the large stream feeding fresh water into the cove was indeed a salmon stream! Now this was good because of readily available salmon and not-so-good because the black bears also like easy pickings. So, it wasn’t too unusual to see the occasional bear strolling the beach out in front of the floathouse on it’s way to or from the stream.
One of the nicest things about wilderness life is that once you have accomplished the necessary daily chores of tending to your needs such as firewood, water, meal preparation, and putting up preserves for winter; there is still plenty of daylight remaining for other projects & pursuits. After dark it’s all about family time, reading, cribbage, music and finding ways to keep a 2 year old child entertained & happy, (which is tough anywhere!) Next day you get up and do it all over again just like any lifestyle; except in the wilderness all your effort benefits you, not some boss somewhere. You set your own rules and productivity knowing that if you don’t do it, it won’t get done.
We’d lived in Gem Cove for just over a year before we saw the first evidence of Sasquatch. A friend of ours from town had come out to spend the weekend with us. Little Bear was a native Tlingit woodcarver who a year before had carved me a massive chair from an old seasoned tree trunk. He wanted to get in a deer hunt so he could take some venison home to his family. We took my skiff up the coast a mile or so then put ashore and headed uphill to a nearby ridge system. Near the top of the first ridge we came onto a nice big muskeg meadow which was dotted here & there with small stands of trees: perfect deer territory. We hunkered down just inside the tree line and tried the deer call…nothing. After waiting a while longer we decided to skirt the edges of the meadow, in opposite directions, but keeping each other in plain sight.
Just a few minutes into this strategy however, little bear whistles at me to get my attention. When I looked over at him, now about 30 yards distant, he calls out to me, “Hey come check this out!” Being a tad miffed that he’d just spooked any deer that may be around, I walked over to where he was standing. As I drew near he just points to the ground next to him saying “You ain’t gonna believe this.” There in the mushy muskeg carpet was two different sets of what appeared to be human footprints…except they were barefoot tracks, and very large. One set was only just bigger than a normal human foot – but the other was considerably larger. Not having camera or tape measure with us we could only estimate the big prints to be some 16 inches long and about 6 to 7 inches wide.
4auger
http://www.zengardner.com/alaska-sasquatch-encounters/
MORE HERE>>
http://augureye.blogspot.ca/2014/06/alaska-sasquatch-encounters.html
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xXNQ4sEZYQ4/U5O3T72eFWI/AAAAAAAAEHg/sWVaIeDjcaU/s1600/Bigfoot_Photo.jpg
God Bless
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