BIGFOOT: Battle Mountain, Nevada 1999 Forest Fire and an Injured Sasquatch

In Thom Powell's book, The Locals, he writes about his discussion with a government employee, of an injured bigfoot that was sedated, treated for burn trauma and then released. It is a compelling account of how a sasquatch was saved by humans, and the government cover-up that followed. The parallels to Jordan's encounter in the same region prompted me to introduce you to the Battle Mountain Fire incident, for those of you who have not yet read about it.

Click Here to read the story on Bigfoot Evidence.

Check out Thom Powell's blog, or get a copy of The Locals by Clicking Here.

To read Jordan's January 2012 Nevada bigfoot encounter, Click Here.

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BIGFOOT: Example of a Sasquatch Seen Taking Roadkill

In BIGFOOT: Nevada Sasquatch Encounter Lasting Several Hours, Part 2, I mentioned my thoughts on that the sasquatch Jordan encountered may have been scouting the highway for roadkill. Jordan had seen a fresh bloodstain on the highway, when he walked several miles back to his car from the gas station.

A recently posted report on BFRO.net, details the encounter that a tow truck driver had in Montana, after a car hit and killed a young elk in January 2011. Click here to read that report.

BIGFOOT: Nevada Sasquatch Encounter Lasting Several Hours, Part 1

This is a repost of the latest bigfoot, sasquatch sighting report in Nevada. The following is the original of the original report, first published on our mains website, sierratahoebigfoot.com.

A lonely stretch of road near Crescent Valley, Nevada

I received this report a few weeks ago. I wanted some time to pass, to let this gentleman's experience, have time to settle. When someone has an encounter of this magnitude, it is a life changing experience. I know a few people who have had very close encounters, and thinking about sasquatch has literally consumed them.

I asked his permission last week if it would be alright for me to post his story here. Obviously, he gave me the OK.

Here's what Jordan wrote:

I had an experience the other night that is leaving me feeling a little crazy and confused. I however know I saw something and heard things I cant explain. After seeing markings on my SUV and reading online I have decided to share the experience with you. Maybe this will confirm my theory and help me feel like I am not insane.

Let me tell you about myself first. I'm 29 going to be 30 this month. I have 3 kids and I'm married to a wonderful down to earth woman. I'm originally from San Diego and moved to the Dayton area about 6 months ago so my wife could be closer to family and we could escape the rat race. I took a job as a mechanic for a mining company in the Elko area. I commute to Crescent Valley on my weeks on and come home on my weekends till we find a house closer to my work. Anyway I make this 4 hour drive about 6 times a month.

About 3 months ago I ran into a rash of car trouble in that area. So far I have had a tire shred on my truck that almost put me on its lid, a radiator blow apart on the same truck, a truck I borrowed lost an alternator there. Then this last time. I left Crescent Valley about 8 pm. I was talking to my wife on the phone when i ran out of gas. I usually make it to nearest gas station. I tried to get help for a few hours to no avail. Police said, "Tough." and the local tow company would tow me but not bring me a gallon of gas to get into town and people stopping to see whats going on apparently isn't allowed. They just get over and speed up.

Eventually a NHP officer pulled up and offered me a ride to the gas station, but then he had to leave while we were there so I had to walk back with my gallon of gas. Took about an hour and a half because I was cold due to not having proper attire. I put the gas in and tried to start the SUV. Now I've got a DEAD BATTERY. Again no help from law enforcement and the on-call tow operator was TOO LAZY TO GET OUT OF BED AND HELP.

Long story, ended up with my wife and myself just being hung up on. So I figured I'll have to wait till I get a friend to wake up and come help. I tried to warm up best I could. No jackets, just 2 light blankets in the car and a balaclava from work. Did I mention my drivers window was stuck down? It was now low teens as far as temp. I'm laying in the drivers seat, when I feel the car rock side to side. Nothing had driven by and there were no cars for miles. I sit up and look around. Not a damn thing anywhere. Just dark and cold as hell. I light a cigarette and look around outside. I was just out there trying to flag down cars not 20 minutes before, and I saw nothing around.

No one had driven by in a while so I laid back down. I cruised my phone for a few and felt tired. Its 2:20 am. I'LL NEVER FORGET THAT TIME. I was on my side facing the passenger side. After I focused on the window, passed the glow of my phone, I saw a face in the window. Wasn't human. Wasn't a dog. Not anything I've ever seen. I could see the glow from the phone on it. I blinked, and it was gone. Shook my head and thought I was hallucinating because I was bordering on hypothermia. About 20 minutes later I wake up not knowing I was asleep and I lying flat. Over the hood, I see a figure. Same face I saw earlier, just darker. Then it was gone.

Wow! "I'm losing it." I start thinking to myself. I feel very tired at this point, so I lay down again. Facing the drivers door I close my eyes. A few minutes later I have the feeling of a presence and open my eyes. There's a figure at the open window just inches from my face! I don't move, but look up and see it is above the car. This is a GMC Envoy SUV. I'm 6'4" and barely can see over the top. I move, and it slips back behind the door so I cant see. Holy sh*t! I wasn't hallucinating now. I saw something. I sat up and looked around. Stuck my head out the window. There was nothing there. Wow!

So I light a cigarette and sit up towards the steering wheel. Its so cold, I don't even know what to compare it to. Still no help either by the way. A few trucks go by. I try too see anything in the headlights. Nothing. Looking at the center divide which is a ditch about 20 yards across., I see a dark mass that moved a little bit. I figured it a deer, or a bush. There are no bushes here though, so it's not likely I see the only one and swear it just showed up. After seeing that I'm sitting looking out the windshield smoking and I hear a low gurgle talking sound. Never heard anything like it in my life. Almost like the predator was speaking gibberish while gargling. I look. There's nothing there, and it came from the center divide. THAT WAS NOT EVEN QUESTIONABLE AS A FIGMENT OF THE IMAGINATION. I heard it. Few seconds later I hear it again but its louder and right at the front of the car. I dip my head out the window, and look but again, nothing was there.

Somewhere, I fell asleep again and was awoken by another NHP at 6:32 am who thought I was frozen to death. He helped me get going to fuel up and get home. Everything is fine and I get home OK.

Feeling a little weird from the cold experience but I'm still kicking. Now I can't get what I saw out of my head. Can't get what I heard out of my head. I explain what happened to the wife and she seems to get it.

Then I do research, and can't find anything related to cryptozoology for that area accept one bigfoot article. It fits the description of what I saw pretty well, and I find a recorded speech pattern that I can hear what I heard on the side of the road up there. Not exact, but I can hear it.

So today, January the 8th, we go to look at the car to see if there's anything on it. We find hand prints with fingerprints in areas that match pushing the car to shake it. All around the body the dirt is swept away. Obviously from a hairy mass rubbing on the sides and rear bumper. You can see where the car was leaned on for a few while looking in the windows, and where I startled it and it backed away from the window. I can prove it too. I took pictures. The hand is much bigger than mine and new to the car but not done here because it has a layer of road dust over it from my drive home. Review this and let me know what you think. I believe what I saw and experienced, and no one will convince me otherwise. I thought you might be interested in my story.

Thanks for reading,
Jordan

I immediately replied to Jordan after he sent me this report. I addressed a few points regarding bigfoot habitat and sightings in this area, hypothermia, the vocalizations, and a few other points. I will follow up in a day or two on those points, as well as I will post the photos he sent of the palm and finger prints from the tailgate of his SUV.

Most people are very reluctant to share their experiences. Again, I want to thank Jordan for his report.

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NEVADA BIGFOOT: A Report on Suspected Sasquatch Activity in the Ruby Mountains

I just received an email from a reader on some experiences she had in the Ruby Mountains of Nevada. Here is what she said:

"I was just reading your articles on the Sierra Tahoe sighting and saw your photos of the Ruby Mountains. My ex and I used to camp up in those mountains a lot. And I can tell you from experience, they are VERY active. I used to drum. So I'd take my doumbek with us and play it in the evenings after dinner. Well, this was before I'd heard about tree-knocking. All I know is that every night we stayed there we were woken up consistently with knocking noises, howls and the sounds of something very big walking around our campsite."

I then asked her if she could follow up with a timeframe of when these incidents occured, along with a little more detail.

"It was during the summer months...mainly July and August, sometimes early September depending upon the weather. We used to live in Mariposa, CA so we would drive over Tioga pass to camp on the eastern slopes of the Sierras and explore the dirt roads and canyons of Nevada. We never used a tent. Just spread our bags right on the ground. The time frame on our experiences in the Ruby mountains took place in the early 90s. We'd go over there fairly regularly 1990 thru 93.

In hindsight, now that I've learned about tree-knocking and the like, maybe my drumming in the evenings "notified" them to our presence. Maybe that is what helped bring them in at night. But there was always a lot of activity around us in the dead of night. It was a little "unnerving" a few times. At times, we were hyper-vigilant but not worried enough to pack up and leave. Nothing was ever thrown at us. We would be awakened by howls and a few whoops very similar to some of those in the BFRO archives. And the sound of movement off in the dark."

Lastly, I followed up with a question about the times she spent on the eastern side of the Sierra Nevadas.

"When you come down Tioga pass road from Yosemite you go down the hill heading towards Nevada and on the right side you'll see a large Pelton wheel that I believe SoCalEd operates. Well, continue all the way down the hill and just before you come to 395 there is a campground on your right side. It's very close to the water, with thick, lush trees. We used to camp in there and got pelted with small rocks. It's a very nice little oasis campground and I've never seen too many other people in there whenever we were there. I think most people just shot by it and went on to Lee Vining or June Lake."

Thank you for sharing your observations with us.

Bighorn Ram in the Ruby Mountains, Nevada>
When I read that she was playing her drum before the activity started, it brought a smile to my face. There have been many sighting reports relating to the playing of music.

Knocking could be attributed to Bighorn rams butting heads. That's one possibility that comes to mind. Birds and coyotes can make some unusual sounds to explain the howls and whoops. Then there may come a time, when you hear a "whoop" that makes the hair on your neck stand up, because it is so loud, even from a distance, it really gets the mind racing, because you know it wasn't a bear, deer, bird or canine. It's most definitely primate. I've experienced those kind of whoops, along with guttural type jabber. After an hour of that, it made a believer out of me that something, probably sasquatches, were the only remaining explanation.

Non-believers, think what you may, but until you've gotten off the couch, and slept out in remote wilderness for a few days, and have experienced those sounds and other phenomena for yourself, don't be so quick to judge.