Hi All, It's been a while, Baseball season for my Son and Pitching lessons for those who wish to learn.
I really put in a great effort in the Woods before I went on this baseball vacation, My Son is a pitcher in College, We go to all his weekend games and some of his weekday games when we can. I work for a living so my night ops are pretty much done till he gets back home in May, Which can not come soon enough, First of all I miss him and second of all I miss the Hunt for the big guy.
That being said I did a few quick hitters in the woods from 8 to 10 and a few 7- 11 deals which I might add I paid for the next day at work but I felt it would not be right to just stop for this amount of time but between OT at work and my Wife's job expanding my field work is at a minimum right now.
The reports keeping coming though, I have to say I am pretty hooked up right now, I get at least 2 a week from people I know or from people who have been sent to me, Most are not visuals but some are interesting for sure, Most I check out, Some are noted and sent to people who are closer to the area then I am some I look into myself (Not for the next 6 weeks though) some I just write down the location and make a note of it, Could be the source, Could be the story but you get a feel on these things but I always write down the date, Time, Place and particulars and add them to the file.
I have had 2 sighting reports and 3 print reports in the past 6 weeks, Plus a few night time strange things going on, Sightings have been looked into and NESRA is on the case, Prints are from places NESRA has been working in the past and will now begin to look at over again, Soon. If, In my opinion, Past history holds true April will be a busy month.
That's it for tonight, Just wanted to let everyone know Coach is on a semi hiatus but I am still doing the stuff I need to do to make sure, As I have said all along, 2012 IS THE YEAR
Hi All, It's been a while, Baseball season for my Son and Pitching lessons for those who wish to learn.
Hey All, Welcome to Coach's corner a weekly Blog of whats up in our world of Squatchin. I will be posting up something every wednesday night so stay tuned for the latest in my world of Bigfooting.
Gotta give it up to Corey for the post on the go-bag, I have my stuff in a back pack, Nothing special but I do need to upgrade, All the things Corey mentioned plus my 2 knifes that both go on my belt, a box cutter (utility knife) with spare blades in case you have to scrape a sample off something, I have my H2 recorder and a nasty mag lite that throws about 240 lumens, I also carry binoculors, Nothing special, Roof prism small tasco 8X21 but they do the trick.
My first aid kit was set up with Squatching in mind, Alcohol serve's a dual purpose, No not that kind !!, No drinking in the field, It leads to painfull moments and kinda hard to make anyone believe the sighting you just had if you are not in shape to remember it yourself. Rubber gloves, my tweezers and pretty much everything in the bag will do double duty, From the saline solution to the scissors to the ice bag, I do have casting material but I leave that in the main vehicle or camp.
I just recently started to bring bright tape so I can put it on tree's or rocks that I want to look at again, Some use bright colored cloth then put a rock in it, Spot markers for evidence collection.
So that's it this week, you can basically take a solid first aid kit and with a few quick add ons turn it into a nice evidence collection a kit in a heart beat and for not a ton of loot either Which in this day and age is a plus.
Last but not least and we have all said this, You do what you can and go where you want and buy what you can afford, We all want stuff, Here and in our private life's that we are not going to own but this is a very personal endeavor, I did this by myself for 5 years with a note pad and pen, I must add I did not use them often but as I begin to get comfortable and learned what I was looking for I did make my own maps and notes and things to help MY OWN research.
That's the point - even thought NESRA is one of the best and biggest team out there we all do our own thing and then we talk and discuss it, Not like on a lot of other sites where they blast and poke fun at methods used by others... Right like you all know how to find Bigfoot. Opinions are like... Well you know the rest, Here at NESRA we are a highly dedicated team of individuals who are dedicated to the search for Bigfoot. Some may say Coach, Since I am a coach, How can a team be made up of individuals?? Well we all have the same goal in mind and we all are there for one another whenever a question is asked but we all also realize that our own lives are happening so we do what we can and MOST importantly SHARE our information and then we get together as small groups through out the year and larger official expeditions at least 2 times a year.
NESRA ALWAYS IN THE FIELD
What a go-bag is, is simply a kit that you've made up that contains tools and/or materials that you might find useful when out 'Squatchin. It's a few basic items that even though you might not use them often, they can come in pretty handy.
What you want and try do is make up a kit that you keep together and organized and ready to go. If you have a fresh lead, you can grab this bag, your other gear, and you're off.
Here's what I have in mine.
- A Compass
- Spare Batteries
- A Small Notebook and Pen
- A rudimentary sample collection kit with, tweezers, alcohol wipes, rubber gloves, a few paper and plastic bags.
- A Small First-Aid Kit
- A Roll of Duct Tape
- 2 Bic Lighters
- A Tape Measure
That's about it.
Like written above, some of these items you may not use often, but they can really help out a great deal at times.
Sometimes I add items to my bag such as para-cord or even a small fishing kit.
Figure out what you think you might need and pack it all up in one bag.
If you use something, replace it as soon as you get home.
Having to gather up less gear when you go out 'Squatchin can makes things alot easier.
What's in your bag?
The starting out advice blog seems the popular addition to the mix of late, so why not share my own insights. I started out on my first outting underestimating the weather so let's start there.... especially with concern to the cold. My advice here is simple, you can't bring enough clothes. Also with regard to batteries, bring extras, and have a way to keep them warm, cold will greatly limit the amount of life you for a video or audio recording. To the opposite extreme, in the heat, comes bugs, be prepared to have something to counter them with, spray, head net, whatever.
Approaches to heading out; These can be active or passive. By passive I mean either setting up a listening post or the acting like a camper scenario, the idea being that you are hoping the creature will come to you. The active approach is more about going out and getting one to react to you or in the forensic sense, looking for sign, tracks, scat, hair samples and the like.
There are currently two blogs that get decently into this so I dont see the point of getting too deeply into redundant information, so lets talk about what happens if you actually see one. I have personally bumped into, almost anyway, a curious bear, as well as a spooked bull moose, and either of these were potentially dangerous enough, the moose in particular. At the time I had on my person, bear mace, and a rather large knife, the mace would have been able to deter an overly curious bear, but the moose would have been a very dangerous situation. My point, use common sense first. But in the time I have been out there looking, I have seen tracks casted, I have tracked what turned out to be a moose, as the tracks were vaguely defined but the hair sample I obtained definitely pointed to bullwinkle. I have two quasi sightings, by which I mean I saw something interesting off in the distance but don't know for sure and never will.
But I have also had an encounter, and thats something to talk about, not just what I saw, but how do you react to it? My sitaution occured at night, under fair moonlight, but was at close range. I also had knowledge of where the folks with me were, what I saw was taller than any of us, and bulkier, but the thing that made it truly stand out as something strange was how long the arms were, they were just out of proportion to be normal. As for my reaction, at first it was denial, it looked human enough, that initially I thought it was. But it wasn't anyone I was with, and it was someone really quite big, and then I noticed the length of the arms, and the swaying motion was odd. It took a second for the revelation to hit me, I was standing within fifty feet of something that wasn't human.
I would argue that noone really knows how they will react until they are there in that moment. I remember all periphrial vision just being gone, I had tunnel vision looking at this thing, and then the reaction of massive fear, primal fear of the unknown kind of fear. I was startled when I had seen the bear and the moose, this was something altogether different. The creature eventually went into a cluster of pine trees, which in the dark is just a huge black mass, and not knowing where it went, I went my way to camp very quickly... my reaction? I felt emotionally drained, and felt a small bit nauseous for a good half and hour.
I can't say how everyone will feel, but it is something to ask yourself. If you go out looking for the creature, how will you react if you find it,or in my case, if it finds you? I guess it will depend on the circumstances, I was alone. My point is, it is something to ask yourself.
(This is a first draft of my thoughts on this, it will be revisited)
Hello everyone and Good Labor Day to all of you! In order for me to adequately continue in my North Florida River Swamp investigations for my "hairy friends" down here, I must first establish a camp HQ. Since I have been accepted into the USFS Host Camper Program late last month, a volunteer spot that allows me to set up a camper trailer in a designated Federal campground, I have been making ready our small trailer for this task. The first order of business was to replace the worn out tires and repack the bearings on the old camper trailer before it could travel to my house for a complete refit. With that accomplished last weekend, we towed the Phonex camper trailer to my house yesterday where it is resting in my yard now. The real work now begins as there are a great number of things that need to be repaired, replaced, and cleaned up in order for the camper to be ready for it's final journey into the campground (hopefully within the next two weeks). I will be sharing this camp spot with another couple from Ohio who come down every year and stay through the winter until late spring.
I'm not going to bore you with all the bloody details of trailer repairs, but, rather, tell you what I am planning to do once the camper is set in place down in the NF/WMA campsite. Once I have moved into the neighborhood, I need to establish if my "friends" are still in the area. Of course, I must do this (and all other BF things) very quietly so as not to disturb the balance with the USFS or my Ohio neighbors. Until I get to know my trailer neighbors in camp, I cannot risk them having knowledge of what my real intentions are in this spot! Anyway, once I establish that the "Locals" are in the area, I can begin with my planned methods of attracting them into a closer cohabitation with me. My activity calendar is set up such that I have several methodologies in my favor to accomplish this mission. A boat survey of the river area is one of the things that must be done right away. Then, a swamp survey shall be undertaken to try and find the source of their existence in this area. Finally, a forest service road survey will be taken to ascertain any activity in the surrounding NF and WMA locations.
My group has selected seven areas to be studied during this initial phase of operations. Several of these areas are very close to the established camp site. Two of these areas are defined as "Wilderness" by the USFS within the boundaries of this vast 650,000-acre WMA! Unless our survey data dictates otherwise, the vast majority of my time will be spent searching the river and swamp areas, near the campsite, where past evidence has shown that these beings are active during the fall and winter months. One recent measure that we have undertaken is to do an area check using Google Earth to find any well worn trails made by these Big Guys that approach the campground. My mentor has already taken that first step for me and advised me that there are several huge trails observed coming out of the forest into the campground and going back into the swamp! A ground search shall be undertaken as soon as possible to find this sighted "nature" trail and gather any evidence possible once the campsite has been secured. A river research project is being planned for the end of this month, after the camper is in place, to follow up on our investigation from the March adventure written about earlier. Forest Service road surveys will begin next week with the designated "Wilderness Area" first on the list. This area is surrounded by roadway access and must be driven around in it's entirity to check for signs of "wildlife".
Once all the preliminary processes of investigations have been completed, I shall make ready to follow up on all evidence collected that would lead to the habitation with any of these beings. As soon as "contact" has been made with any of these creatures, I will notify NESRA and extend an open invitation to any full member wishing to plan a visit down here with me! As I proceed through the various stages of development with this research endeavor, I shall keep all informed through this blog and on line with the forum, as I deem appropriate.
Before the BFRO report was initiated about my California BF sighting, before I joined NESRA, before the account of my last "flash sighting" on that river island in Georgia, I had a most humbling experience that set me to thinking about just how easy it is to become lost in a swamp. Oh, I used to think I was such the woodsman. Yeah, I've been lost before and found my way out dozens of times. Sure, right, but never like this. Funny things go through your mind during a time when you suddenly realize you are completely LOST and cannot find your way out of a situation.
Actually, it was quite an unassuming day. My oldest son, Bobby, and I had launched our 16-foot Ghoenoe boat at the last landing way up on Lake Seminole, Georgia, and had motored out into the river headed upstream for a hog and deer hunting expedition at the crack of daylight. High hopes fed currents of conceited successes in our minds as we traveled rapidly up the river to a secret spot located inside a small creek mouth where we could hide the boat from the prying eyes of other hunters. Bobby had already killed several hogs and a deer out of this cherish spot and I just knew my attempts to finally kill a nice eating hog would be no problem today.
The weather had turned out to be rather pleasant as a morning cold snap sent the temperatures plunging down into the mid-thirties with a good batch of overhead clouds moving in that seemed to set us into a good mood. As we parked the boat inside this little creek and prepared to split up for a mornings hunt, Bobby slung his backpack on, grabbed the rifle, and headed out into the swamp to his left. I sat in the boat for a few minutes waiting for him to disappear into the swampy mess of vegetation. After about 10 minutes, I eased out of the boat and stood on the banks of this small creek contemplating my next move.
My clothing for the day consisted of some BDU camo pants, a camo tee-shirt, a long sleeve BDU shirt, and a hunter orange vest that fit over the top of it. My headgear was a camo BDU floppy hat, a pair of 8" hiking boots, and a pair of cotton socks. In the left rear pocket of my pants I always carry a red hankerchef and a small folding knife; in my right rear pocket I carry a camo hunting wallet with licenses, ID, and a dollar bill; in my right front pocket I carry some loose change, and in my left front pocket I carry a pocket watch on a chain attached to my black 2" belt that fits around my waist. Also, I wear glasses.
It was then that I made one of the most simple, stupid mistakes of my entire hunting career. I walked away from the boat up into the dry creek bed without my backpack. I had only the small .32 caliber Winchester carbine, a .44 caliber S&W handgun, part of a pack of cigarettes (I actually smoked back in those days), a lighter, and a pocket compass with me. "I'll just go up this little creek a few hundred yards and check for sign", I recall telling myself. Oops!
Here is what I was missing within my backpack: A 5-watt radio with communication to my son; an emergency space blanket packet; some basic survival fishing items (10#-test monofilament line, small & medium sized hooks, a few small bobbers, some split shot, a couple of small sized egg-sinkers, and a pair of pliers; a USMC Kabar knife; a container full of waterproof matches & some instant fire starter kindling; a complete MRE; a small canteen of water; a rain poncho; spare ammo for the carbine and pistol; a GPS unit; an extra pair of socks; and, a long sleeve camo tee shirt.
After I walked up the small dry creek bed away from the boat, I crossed over into the swamp for about 100-yards following a fresh hog track hoping to come upon this wandering rooter. It was not to be. Soon after following the hog track, I sat down next to a big oak tree and smoked a phewy cigarette. When I stood up again, I removed the compass from my shirt pocket and took a look at the northern needle direction while I held the carbine close across my chest. I knew from before leaving the boat, that the landing was due west, so I figured I would just amble along back in that direction to the little dry creek bed and follow it to the boat. Oh, Oh, Reggie headed out in the wrong direction.
Big dummy Reggie placed the carbine across my chest and put the compass near it to obtain a directional reading. The metal in the carbine skewered the true direction, causing me to wander off in a north-easterly direction, instead of back in the western direction where the boat was located. OUCH! So, away north and east I went, plodding along still hunting, thinking I was tracking back to the river. I was following some fresh hog tracks that led away from the dry creek bed and I allowed that to occupy my mind instead of payingattention to the direction I was traveling.
About 30-minutes into the hunting episode, it began to dawn on my dim, dinosouric mind, that I was NOT going to the river where the boat was located. So, I did the "smart thing" and continued on hunting for another hour only to find out I was really LOST. When the startling thought finally enterred my mind that I was good and lost, I sat down by a big oak tree and smoked a few cigarettes trying to figure a way out of my predicament. Admitting that one is lost is the first step towards resolving the crises. Being lost in miles of dim, damp swampland is not a good thing.
First order of business was to remain calm. People who panic and start racing around mindlessly usually tire themselves out both mentally and physically. I had one major medical problem that might spell the difference to my survival. I am a Type 2 Diabetic. That meant I take medication, twice a day, to keep the blood sugars at bay, and I had only taken the morning dose. Then, I had a major physical problem. In my late 50's (then), I was not in the best of shape to play survivalist amongst the changing envirenments that Mother Nature throws at you! And, let's not forget that Mr. Brainy Smerf here had forgotten to bring along his backpack. Yep, I really screwed up this time.
I had made a monumentous mistake with compass directions, I stood up and shot a true compass reading well away from anything metal, like the ding-dong carbine! I estimated that the river lay west of where I was at this time, but I was not completely convinced about where I was, either. Having wandered around mindlessly for the past hour, I actually didn't know where the hell I was, except I was in a hell of a fix right now. I decided to follow an old rule for getting lost = fire my weapon three times and await a response.
So, I pulled out the .44 revolver and fired it three times. No response. In another minute, I fired the revolver three more times. No response. Well, other than hurting my ears and wasting six precious rounds of ammo, I had not resolved a darn thing, other than running off any game animals around me for hundreds of yards! Then, I prayed. Somebody must have heard my pitiful plea because about five minutes right after the prayer session I heard the faint sound of an outboard motor way down to the south of my current position. Ah, now I knew where the river was, and knowing where the true postion of where the river was meant I would eventually get rescued. This was the first big break that I was to recieve in an otherwise receedingly downward spiral of bad circumstances.
I gathered myself together and started off in a southwestern direction in hopes of bisecting the river at some point. It was early afternoon now. Then, it started to rain. Oh joys, and it was a good soaking rain, too. Luckily, it was not a cold, soaking rain. But, this rain did spell trouble for me when it came time to find some dry fire making materials if I had to spend the night in the swamp. As I trudged along in the rain, I looked up to see a big buck standing amid a clump of palmetto bushes about 50-yards away from me. Slowly I raised the carbine to my shoulder, pulled back the hammer, and sighted in on his front shoulder. To shoot or not to shoot?
I did not shoot the buck! Why? Because I was lost, not quite sure where I was in reference to the river, and I had no time to be cleaning a deer right now. My time would be better spent finding the river and, then, locating a high point on a river bluff to overlook a large section of the river for any boat traffic. I had concluded that my best opportunity to be rescued was to prepare a camp to spend the night, if necessary, until I could be found! Of course, I had to find the river first. As I struggled along, resting many times in order to preserve energy, I suddenly became very thirsty. Okay, now what. My canteen was in my backpack at the boat, God knows whre, so what to do.
I solved the being thirsty problem in a unique way - one born out of both despiration and inginuity. As I forgot to tell you earlier, I had fired the .32 carbine three times, in addition to the .44 magnum pistol, in an effort to become located. So, I had three .32 caliber empty cartridges that I saved for whatever reason now became apparent. It had started to rain, not a heavy down pour, but a "soaking" rain. The rain continued for about an hour and completely wet the trees and the ground cover (including the potential fire making wood sources). Suddenly it dawned on my dim mind that I could take the empty cartridge shell, stick it under a big leaf from a tree, and collect enough water to drink and quinch my thirst!
Then, in the distance, down towards my left, I heard the sound of a boat motor going down the river. Yipee, now I knew exactly where the river was and realized that upon finding the river, I could then locate the high ground, and wait for rescue! What a lucky break. I carefully walked to the river, crossed a dry creek bed, and rested upon a hig bluff overlooking the river itself. This is where I would make my stand until found by the certain to be launched rescue efforts. Besides, my plan also included the fact that IF a boat came up or down the river, I would cut loose with a few shots from the pistol and someone would rescue me at that time. Well, it didn't happen that way, but the thought of such kept my hopes up. And, a lost puke like me., that has hope, will stay alive until found - sometime or other!
My next matter of survival became finding a food source (because the shell cartridge, filled with leaf run off water, took care of the most basic need). And, making a fire in case I had to spend the night. First, I dug around my immediate area and found enough dry moss, leaves, and small twigs under the wet ground, to get a fire started before dark (which was rapidly approaching - about an hour away). Next, I found some huge bug larvae inside a rotten log that I knew from USMC survival school would sustain me until a more delicious meal could be acquired. But, I'de hold off on eating the larvae until the last moment! Near dark I was just building the fire (actually considering eating the larvae) and started to light it with my cigarette lighter when I heard the distinct sound of an emergency siren located back behind me away from the river.
Man, that was music to my ears. I fired off three shots with the .32 carbine (the hell with the pistol as the carbine sounds carry a lot further). Right away a man shouted out "hello" about 100-yards away (I'm glad I aimed the gun up in the air). I almost said, "yes Lord"! No, I really said something like "over here"...with a few unmentionable cuss words in there, I'm sure. The man told me to come on over to him as we were going to go out the way behind him to the road. Oh, that is going to make me mad...the road was actually only 1/2-mile away on private property.
I greeted the gentleman (I wanted to kiss him but I didn't...I would had if it been a woman) and we walked out to his truck about half-a-mile out of the dismal swamp! He told me that the boat I had heard earlier in the day had been my son, Bobby, who realized "Pops was lost" when he came back to the boat and found all my gear there and no me! Of course, he never heard any of the shots (nor did I hear any of his shots that he fired before he left in the boat to initiate a rescue)...go figure. Bobby had called in everyone but the Marines, including the helo and the dog squad, sheriff, and the Highway Patrol. As I'm riding down the road going to the landing, I see all these rescue people and started waving at them like the lost idiot that I was. Boy did I feel like a Pinhead!
Back at the landing, there were both my sons, a dozen boats, with fish & game and other law enforcement rescue people, rescue dogs, and the helo on the way. You know I went around and greeted everybody to tell them how much I appreciated them coming out to rescue my sorry ass! Life lesson number whatever: Get a grip, take your stuff with you from now on, or stay home (catch up on my fishing?)!
In the course of my quest to find the southern Skunk Ape this winter, I decided to take a few days off and detour away from my secret river island searches. In effect, I wanted to do some deer hunting with my oldest son, Bobby, and my very close friend, Gene. Funny things can happen to those of us that get too close to nature.
The weekend of Sept 26th - 28th, what a great weekend this was! I was at the 2008 East Coast Bigfoot Conference in Jeannette, PA on Sept 27th where I finally had a chance to meet many of the people I have been talking to online on a regular basis.
Update: Questions to be Answered on The Gray Area Radio Show Wed., 8/27/08; 8:45pm EDT
We are monitoring this story and developments closely and will be posting updates here as the story develops.
Well, anyone who's interested in the phenomena that is the Sasquatch has heard the final resolution of the "We got a dead Bigfoot in the freezer" debacle. A suit in a block of ice.
Now, let me say first of all, I was born at night, but not last night. Still, I'll admit that I was hopeful that the Georgia boys did indeed find a carcass and that we had the definitive proof that we've been wanting. Not a video, not a picture, not some errant audio, but a real live (well ok, dead) Sasquatch. I could almost picture the scientific community sitting down to a nice meal of crow. But alas, twas not to be.
Again, we've been sold a bill of goods. The Georgia boys tried a fast one. As far as Mr Biscardi goes, I shall now refer to him as the Pied Piper of Bulls@#t and Baloney. I'm sorry Mr. Biscardi, but it's like they say, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
Anyone who knows me, and ok, most of you don't, know that I don't usually get into bashing people. The way I look at it, everybody sucks in their own special way, some less than others of course. So who am I to point fingers at anyone? But. In this case, I have to take exception with Mr. Biscardi and his actions in this particular episode of the "they dun took advantage of me" chronicles.
It's been said by a couple of folks that Mr. Biscardi claimed to have poked and prodded the damn thing and was convinced enough to show up on Fox news and claim its authenticity, and now he plays the role of the put-upon, taken-advantage-of, woe-is-me, sad character from some Shakespearean tragedy. Yeah, ok, maybe Shakespearean tragedy is a bit much, but if your gonna go, go big I say.
But honestly. Not like it was easy for folks in the community before, but now? Are we to be reminded of this any time we might bring up the subject to anyone outside of the Sasquatch family? "Ahhh, you believe in Sasquatch eh? Well, what about those fellas that said they had a dead Bigfoot, and it turned out to be a costume in a block of ice?" Is that to be your legacy Mr. Biscardi?
I'm willing to give folks the benefit of the doubt, but truly, if you told me, Mr. Biscardi, that it was daytme out, I'd still wanna go look out the window and check.
All I can say to you Tom, is next time, verify before you make any grand announcements. People lie, and when money is thrown into the mix, well, let's just say, you get what you pay for.