BFRO #62496: Possible whistles and stalking outside Gasquet and Patrick Creek

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I think it was early September of 1997 when I received an email from Matt Moneymaker asking if I would be interested in investigating a possible recent �bigfoot hotspot� in northern California. I was living and working in southern California at the time so it would require some persuasive reasons for me to consider it. Matt provided them.Basically, an active LEO (law enforcement officer) had reached out to Matt claiming he had repeatedly heard powerful vocalizations between two creatures around his remote getaway cabin during the month of August. I didn�t personally interview this person, who I�ll refer to as John, but Matt had interviewed him, and I trusted that Matt wouldn�t ask me to check it out if he didn�t think it was worth the effort. So, I made arrangements and prepared for a one to two-week expedition to northern California.As I drove north, Matt worked on creating a DVD with the cleaned-up audio of a howl he had previously recorded in Ohio. The plan was for John and me to play Matt�s audio DVD from the cabin in hopes of attracting the curiosity of the two creatures that were making the vocalizations and possibly still living around John�s cabin.Shortly after I arrived in NorCal, John and I received Matt�s DVD in the mail. I purchased a DVD player and John dug up a big speaker. John invited his significant other over for our first evening of �call blasting�. We set up the DVD player and the speaker on a table in front of the big living room wide open bay window that overlooked a little valley in the middle of some rugged terrain.The living room lights were on as we talked about the possibilities of a response. If my memory serves me correctly, we started blasting out the howl about every 15 minutes starting at about 9pm-ish. About an hour after we started, maybe four call blasts later, as we listened for a distant response, we all heard a strong whistle come from directly in front of the bay window we were all standing by. My initial thought considered the power behind the whistle and how close it was. We all looked at each other with �saucer eyes� when I exclaimed, �that�s a Squatch!�. John�s significant other then blurted out �turn out the lights!� John turned off the lights and then we all listened and waited� and waited and listened� and listened and waited. Long story short, that was all there was that night. Our excitement faded and we all went to bed.Very early the next morning, John and his significant other headed back to the coast so John could get to work on time. I was left in the cabin to think about what had happened and what I was going to do next. I started by digging some gear out of my SUV. I had purchased a Sony Hi8 video recorder and ITT Night Vision attachment recently and started preparing it for some night work. At the time, it was a pretty hi-tech piece of gear. I put a piece of black electrical tape over the �On� indicator light and then loaded and tested it. Then, when it was fully light out, I walked around the cabin looking for signs of large visitors. This was typical forest so the chances of finding anything of value was not too good. Hair was high on my list to find but I didn�t find any.As I made my way around the cabin looking for signs, an idea popped into my head � foxhole! I was betting we would get another visit in the coming evening and I wanted to be in a position to catch the event on video. I considered a likely avenue of approach, terrain, angles and all those kinds of things before I started digging. The place I picked was across and slightly up the little dirt road that passed by the front of the cabin. I didn�t dig that deep and cut in a little seat that, when I was in seated, would put my eyeballs right at ground level.When John arrived at the cabin that evening, I went over the plan with him. He would blast out the calls while I sat motionless in my foxhole; something I was very familiar with having spent countless hours on ambush and in a foxhole while in the military. Rule number one while in an ambush position is � DON�T MOVE! John liked the plan and offered to blast out the calls from his upstairs bedroom window where he could go to sleep when the urge hit him. He had to get up early again the next morning for the drive back to the coast and another day of work.As day turned to night, I went to the foxhole dressed for a motionless night of cold and John started blasting out calls about every fifteen minutes from his upstairs bedroom window. It sounded loud and pretty cool from where I was sitting. And again, if my memory serves me well, it was only about an hour and a half, plus or minus, minutes later when the call blasts stopped, and the snoring started. With no other noise in the silent forest, John�s snoring sounded surprisingly loud.As I sat in my foxhole waiting and listening, a fox walked by on the dirt road not more than about eight feet from my eyeballs. Which, by the way was the only thing I had moved since taking up position in the foxh

🔍 Circumstances

Three on the first night including myself. We were call blasting.

🌤️ Weather Conditions

Mostly 10pm to 5am in a cold, mostly overcast and thick forest environment.

ℹ️ Additional Details

Mostly 10pm to 5am in a cold, mostly overcast and thick forest environment.

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