Posted by: Loren Coleman on March 29th, 2011
A vintage tourist Sasquatch figure, circa 1940s, from British Columbia. Photo: Fort Awesome.
At the museum and in my writings, I have documented the evolution of the “wildmen” and “gorillas” of the 19th century, and then from the “hairy humans” seen in the earlier Sasquatch forms in the 1900s-1940s to the “forest giants” mostly pictured today, from the 1950s to present.
In Bigfoot!: The True Story of Apes in America. (NY: Simon and Schuster, 2003), I trace the cultural reflective influence on the descriptions of Sasquatch/Bigfoot.
New old sightings of Bigfoot come in every day. What is unique about some of these sightings, of course, is that they instantly are published because the eyewitnesses are journalists. Chris Bush of British Columbia’s Nanaimo News Bulletin is one such individual.
Here, in part, is what Chris Bush wrote yesterday about his intriguing account when he was a boy in British Columbia (I’ve left out various nonessential “local color” details, but you can go to the source and read the entire account, of course):
I was 11 in July 1969 when my mother sent me to Camp Jubilee, about halfway up Indian Arm east of Vancouver….One afternoon we hiked into the bush to camp overnight in a wide dry creek bed. As it got dark, kids hunkered down in the rocks for the night. I found a comfortable spot in the boulders….We were settling down when we heard something trucking through the woods, snapping branches as it went, seemingly unconcerned about the noise it made. A bear maybe?
The last of the twilight was fading, but the moon was full, so there was plenty of light to see by. What walked out of the woods was no bear. It was about 12 metres [39.36 feet] from us, not just walking upright, but taking big easy strides across the rocks. About halfway across the creek bed it stopped, as if it realized suddenly that we were there, and turned to look at us. It was nearly two metres tall [6.56 feet] and its body was proportioned just like a large man’s, except its forearms were a little longer than ours, so its hands hung closer to its knees.
Its body was covered in hair, but it was so fine, almost like an Irish setter’s, that you could see its muscle definition underneath. I remember his forearm muscles being clearly defined and, yup, “it” was definitely a “he”.
He just stood there and sort of regarded us for a moment as we gaped back in stunned silence. His face appeared human and was covered in an even finer layer of hair. His eyes were a medium shade and when I looked in them I remember thinking, “That’s a man.”
Then he turned and continued on his way. The sound of branches snapping started again when he entered the woods and eventually faded into the distance.
The encounter didn’t frighten me. I was simply amazed. Our silence broke when a few terrified kids started freaking out and crying.
We ran to our counsellors’ campsite in wooded area not far down the creek to tell them what happened. They were just teenagers themselves, and were sitting around a campfire talking and playing guitars. They just told us to get lost.
In the morning we found a narrow trail paralleling the creek bed and saw branches snapped off the trees about shoulder height of the creature. The counsellors found this a bit strange, but figured it must have been a bear.
I’ve seen films on TV and heard sensational stories about sasquatches over the years, but none of those have ever described anything like what we saw that night.Source
The most common visual references for Sasquatch/Bigfoot give an entirely different look, of course, than what Chris Bush describes.