Where are the youngs?

[sebastian]

After talking to Bushman, I really think that the younger Sasquatch have to travel with the adults in order to learn the locations of seasonal resources. I also wonder if the vocalisation can be related to the presence of the youngs (particularly the higher pitch screams).

cheers,
seb

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After talking to Bushman, I really think that the younger Sasquatch have to travel with the adults in order to learn the locations of seasonal resources. I also wonder if the vocalisation can be related to the presence of the youngs (particularly the higher pitch screams

cheers,
seb).

Hi Sebastian,

I wholeheartedly agree that the younger sasquatch would travel with the adults to locations of seasonal food sources. The females and young may stay well back in the cover and relative safety of the forest while the males do the bulk of hunting and gathering, but I’d be willing to bet the young sasquatch have a visual of what’s taking place and are taught to remember specifically when and where it’s happening so they can utilize the same food sources later on in their lives. Come to think of it, being shown the location of edible food sources and specifically when that food is available, or perhaps the dangers that might be associated with or encountered nearby are not much different than a good, caring, loving parent would teach a human child.

I believe that the secret to discovering sasquatch as a species will be dependant on us being able to think like a sasquatch. In other words, knowing exactly where, when and why a family of sasquatch may be at a specific location, and then being at that location ahead of time.

Here, for everyone to ponder, are a few theories, encounters and accounts of sasquatch and their young along with their sources:

Our own Thomas Steenburg investigated one of what has to be British Columbia’s finest and most detailed examples of on-going sasquatch activity and encounters on page 92 in his book “In Search of Giants.” The events took place just a few miles northwest of Princeton near the small community of Coalmont, B.C. and lasted over one month. The events were documented by a family on vacation in their cabins on Granite Creek, approximately midway between Newton and Bakeburn Creek. Although I’m not going to go into detail here, for anyone interested a short summary of the activities included: the entire area becoming dead silent, a female sasquatch with large hair-covered breasts being seen on the roof of a cabin, the sounds of trees being broken, huge 17 inch footprints being found, large rocks being thrown at their cabin, chattering sounds, monkey-like sounds, grunts, moans, and what sounded like children laughing.



Sasquatches have been documented as being solitary great apes. By reports they appear to be somewhat wide-ranging and retiring. Individuals assumed to be males are seen more often than (assumed) females by a ratio of approximately forty to one. Adult males are generally solitary but have been noted in family groups with females and infants. Infants are almost never seen without an adult female. Adolescent males and females may be indistinguishable and are approximately the size of a large man. Smaller, more gracile individuals from five to six feet in stature are presumably adolescents or older juveniles.

Source: Rob Alley’s Raincoast Sasquatch page 297.

Wrangell, Alaska

In 1918, a German gold prospector of a stature half starved made his way (a day’s walk) back to Wrangell from a northern most mining camp; he was looking for food and provisions. Lacking in strength from dietary neglect and penniless except for a pinch of garnered gold, in route to the settlement he sat down to pick new sprouts of fireweed plant to eat which was mixed in a scraggly field of berries. He ate what his stomach could tolerate and fell asleep curled up in a bed of grass in the warm afternoon sun.

The story goes on, -the prospector claimed persons talking nearby awakened him. Glee filled to have company and needing direction to the settlement, he worked his way twixt high berry brambles of thorn to see who was there and meet his company.

His eyes beheld a bushwoman! The hairy woman was sitting on the ground feeding a small one berries hand to mouth; the little one was sitting inside the circle of her huge legs. "…the bulk of my being was in great astonishment and fright for my safety in the presence of the giantess." Later he exclaimed, “…now in control of my faculties, I take leave of my civil upbringing to declare she is the ugliest woman ever a lonely man set eyes upon.”

His journal indicated the bushwoman talk to the smaller one in words sounding of the same kind to the Tongass Tlingit Indian, which he knew as Native. She was of brown colored hair about her face and body, unclothed bosom in nakedness of great size, a length of darker hair on the back of her head and neck and fed the berries left-handed. The note is blurred, ending with, “…heard the bushman on the Stikine River…(a blurred or stained space) ...capsized his dugout last spring.”

No one knows what became of the bushwoman, but his youngest son found the prospector’s bones in his camp four years hence. There was no disturbance or clamor in camp and no tins of food. It was determined his father died of delirium from starvation and cold; a length of cord was found tied such to hold up his trousers around his wasting figure. Tools and bedding in his tent untouched.

A. Petermann to grandson, 1947, unpublished stories by E. Petermann " On his great grandfather's knee."

Sent to Bigfoot Encounters by Anna Petermann in a hand-written note, portions translated from German in September 2005. It was postmarked July 2005 Wrangell, AK 99929
Source: www.bigfootencounters.com/stories/wrangell.htm

I was supposed to be watching a cat skinner as he was fire trailing, but it was awful cold, and I walked a mile or so down the trail, because he had no need of anyone at that time, and I thought I'd warm up and see the country. Up where he was it was a cold east wind blowing; a little farther down it was a west wind coming in. It was late fall, the last weekend of the deer season, I think, in 1967. It was just a mountain stroll — they have several of them up there — footpaths, and for horses. The elevation was about between four and five thousand feet. I came out lower down, into the fog, before I saw anything, and the fog was freezing on the trees because it was so cold, but if the wind would blow, the fog would break, and fall off. That mode it kind of noisy, it sounded like walking.
I came around a bend — well, first I noticed some rocks that were turned over. All the other rocks were wet, because of the fog, but these rocks were dry. Then I looked up, about forty or fifty feet, up on a ridge of rock, and I sow these animals there — looked like human or just about. Large male; the female wasn't so large; and a small baby — well not really small; it was moving with them. It was standing up, mostly. The two older ones were squatting down and sort of bending, as they picked up rocks and smelled them. They were kind of careful. They moved on for o few minutes, and then finally the male found possibly what he was looking for and dug real fast down into the rocks, which were targe boulders — not the round type of rock, but the flat, sharp kind.
I could not explain why those rocks were there; there hadn't been a slide or anything. They were on top of the ridge, so they couldn't have come down from anywhere. They are loose, quite o few holes underneath them. and they are as if they had been broken up — definitely not the round river-type rock. But they (the animals) would pick them up, and, after they smelled them, they would lay them down, on top of each other. They didn't just lay them back where they hod picked them up, they stacked them up, in piles. And when the male found what he was looking for he really made the rocks fly. The big rocks weighed fifty, sixty or even possibly a hundred pounds; he just jerked them out with his hand. He didn't seem to take any precautions for his safety. Later on I looked, and there was some rock there that could have fallen on him, but he wasn't concerned.
He brought out what appeared to be a grass nest, possibly some stored hay that small rodents had stored there. He dug through that, and brought out the rodents. It seems they ate them. The rodents appeared to be in hibernation, or asleep, or something. There were about six or eight rodents. The small animal, I noticed, only got one, but the others got two or three apiece. But about that time they become aware of my presence and well, just become alert. I was alongside of this trail that follows the ridge. I didn't remember getting there, but I was squatting down behind a small tree when I become aware of where I was. As soon as they realized I was there they suddenly began to move, real quiet, behind some low-hanging limbs on a tree there. I didn't see them again after that.
I tried to follow their tracks in the direction I thought they would have to go, but I couldn't find any, although there was heavy frost there. But the next day I found two tracks, a heel print and the front part of the foot, the toes, but they were in a different direction — the direction from which I had come — and I never did connect them up with exactly which direction they had gone, or know anything about them.
Source: www.rfthomas.clara.net/classics/logger.html

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