Sasquatch Sightings

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Glen Thomas, swamping for a catskinner on a logging operation but with nothing to do for a while, went walking along a trail to keep warm on a day when fog was freezing on the trees and ice was noisily falling off. Unheard, he came within about 50 feet of three animals on a rockpile topping a ridge slightly above him. A large male and a female were squatted down picking up rocks, smelling them and putting them down in stacks. They moved about 50 feet in 15 minutes doing this, then the male dug down into the rockpile, making the jagged rocks fly, some of them over 100 pounds. He brought out a grass nest from which all three dug out hibernating rodents, six or eight in all, and ate them as a human would eat a banana, cramming them in in a few bites. They then seemed to realize he was there, stood up and dashed "faster than a horse" around the hill and out of sight behind tree limbs. The mother carried the baby in front of her. The baby had to dig out his own rodent, and it kept on the side of its mother away from the male, so he doubted if they were a family. The male was over six feet tall, dirty brown, with much longer hair on his head, shoulder and neck, hanging down in strings. He was very wide at the waist and got wider from there up. When squatted down they had to bend forward to pick up rocks, their arms were not long enough to reach. Thumbs were apparently lower down on the wrist than humans', they did not use them in grasping rocks. The female was smaller, and fawn coloured. Her breasts were lower on her chest than a human's. All were very heavily built, but the female was not as heavily muscled as the male and her features were less coarse. The young one was much smaller. The next day Thomas looked for tracks but found only a couple of partial imprints that he could not connect with the creatures he had seen. The hole dug in the rocks was five feet deep and almost as steep-sided as a well. It is still there, and it seems questionable whether humans could make it, even with mechanical assistance. Jim Hewkin, a retired wildlife biologist, has since found several similar holes in deposits of loose rock in the general area, all of them, to judge by moss and weathering, older than the Thomas hole.