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 Post subject: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 7:46 pm 
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Report # 2817 (Class B)
Submitted by witness on Saturday, January 15, 2000. Boundary Peak area, three witnesses observe strange humanlike tracks

YEAR: 1998

SEASON: Summer

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

NEAREST TOWN: Boulevard

NEAREST ROAD: Jewell Valley Road

OBSERVED: Two years ago while camping at the lake (without permission) we were walking at the south-western inflow to the lake (a seasonal creek.) The water level of the lake was high due to the El Nino rains and the "creek" extended out from the lake covering the dirt road with about two feet of water.

Three of us were returning from climbing Boundary Peak when we had to take our shoes off to wade across the creek. Our footprints were clear and distinct in the silty/sandy bottom -- however, near the other side we saw a set of footprints that looked like someone had walked into the water and then back out. These footprints were about the same size as ours, however, they were blurred and had kind of fuzzy marks all around. They had not been there when we had crossed the same spot an hour before.

We all commented about how weird they looked. Later that evening when we sat around our campfire a U.S. Border Patrol Agent stopped by to chat. He had been dragging some old tires along the dirt roads near the border so that he could return later to see if any illegal aliens had crossed the border at that point. We told him about the weird tracks we had seen and he said: "Oh, yeah, we call him Little Foot -- 'cause the prints aren't big enough to be a Big Foot. Nobody's seen him, though." The Agent went on to say that everybody in his office just thought it was a Mexican with hairy feet.

OTHER WITNESSES: There were three people in our group. I talked to one of the other guys in our group (the other one has moved out of the area.) The guy I talked to didn't remember much detail. He said that it was probably a joke, or someone wearing fuzzy animal slippers.

TIME AND CONDITIONS: It was in the late morning. 10 to 11 a.m.

ENVIRONMENT: There is a small lake called Lake Domingo and a unique pyramidal peak called Boundary Peak. The lake always has water even in dry years. It is high desert. Sage brush and chapparal. Huge granitic boulders abound. Very broken country right against the U.S. Mexican Border. Probably 4,000 ft.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:12 pm 
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Report # 4446 (Class A)
Submitted by witness on Sunday, June 02, 2002. Daytime sighting by hiker on La Jolla Indian Reservation

YEAR: 1993

SEASON: Summer

MONTH: July

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

LOCATION DETAILS: drive into campgrounds and head down stream to where the path following right side of the stream begins to narrow due to brush, rocks,stream(on left)and steep hillside(on right).

NEAREST TOWN: lajolla indian res. campgrounds

NEAREST ROAD: pala road

OBSERVED: Summer of 1993
time- afternoon, sunny day
location- la jolla indian reservation, palomar mtns.

I was walking along the creek that runs thru the campground, looking for tracks of whatever animals walked on the sandy path. I walked thru a narrow section between rocks, the creek and a steep hillside. I entered a small meadow and began walking into it. got approximately halfway into meadow when I started to get a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, as if something was watching me. I turned around and saw a large creature squatted down in the middle of the path I just walked on. The animal stood up and very quickly walked up the brushy embankment. There was no sound at all, no branches or twigs snapping, and then it was gone. I walked back to the point were I saw it squatted and it had left a single, dark brown and black stool on the path.
I could not judge sex of the animal, only that it was brown, walked on two legs and was approximately six feet tall. the speed it covered the terrain and its stealth were both impressive and somewhat scary.

OTHER WITNESSES: no

TIME AND CONDITIONS: afternoon, bright sunny day

ENVIRONMENT: brush, rocks, creek bottom

Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator Kevin Withers:

Matt Moneymaker and I investigated the site and found that the witness's description matched the location. The San Luis Rey River cuts through a narrow barranca that is concealed by vegetation, steep walls, and a tree canopy.

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The sighting lasted no more than ten seconds - the animal took off as soon as the witness turned around to look. It moved up the side of the barranca quickly and quietly "like a ghost" and left behind a human-like stool. The witness heard no sound and smelled no odor, and he found no tracks on the dry, sandy path.

At the time, the twenty-two year old witness was in the Navy, stationed in San Diego, and had ten years of hunting experience. He had camped at this location several times before. On this hike he carried a field knife and a walking stick.

Over the years there have been a number of sightings in this area which includes Palomar Mountain, Cleveland National Forest, and a number of Indian reservations.

About BFRO Investigator Kevin Withers:

Kevin Withers is a software developer and entrepreneur in Southern California.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:13 pm 
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Report # 2816 (Class A)
Submitted by witness S. on Tuesday, July 27, 1999. Late Night Encounter Near Meadow Above the Infantry Training School

YEAR: 1982

SEASON: Spring

MONTH: May

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

LOCATION DETAILS: Marine Corps Base,Camp Pendleton, California, south of the Cleveland National Forest. Closest town is San Clemente. If you're familiar with the terrain there you'll understand my story better.

OBSERVED: I've related this story only to very few people over the years for fear of ridicule by my peers and doubt that anyone would ever really believe me. Anyway in May 1982, while serving on active duty at Camp Pendleton, CA, I was temporarily assigned to a staff of Marines supervising a youth program consisting of a rigorous series of two week long mini-boot camps for teen-aged boys.

Camp Pendleton is flanked by the Pacific on its western flank and by the Cleveland National Forest [on its] northeastern flank. Three different Mt. ranges intersect the base itself and I am very familiar with every nook and cranny on its over 200,000 acres of mountains, ridges, ravines, canyons, trails, back roads and the like.

Anyway on one particular calm night after a long grueling day of forced marches, displays and demonstrations we took all 300 boys up to a bivouac site for the night. The site is situated on large, open meadow shelf above the Infantry Training School at San Onofre/52 area. The boys were exhausted yet eagerly setting up their shelter-halves. They began to get a little too loud, so I began to quiet them and bed them down for the night. The rest of the staff was situated about 35 meters away, up on a little knoll that overlooked the boys. However, I wasn't aware that the staff had already bedded down and that I was the last one still up except for the radio watch, which was half asleep too.

It had become dark with exception of a bit of starlight, which gave me a very good range of vision. Finally I succeeded in getting the kids in the sack and quiet. I then stood for a few moments to ensure all was secure and that not one peep could be heard and none could be.

As I turned facing west and looked towards the closest edge of the perimeter I noticed a tall, dark, bulky figure standing about 15 meters beyond the last tent or 20 meters from where I stood. We seemed to be staring at each other, but it’s hard to say because I could not make out any of its facial definition, but I had a strong gut feeling that it was checking me out real good since I was the only thing moving around. I could feel my heart begin to pound and my entire body felt like it wanted to anchor to the ground. There was no doubt someone or something very odd and dangerous was standing there looking at me. I mean this thing was TALL and wide at the shoulders.

I used my peripheral vision to make sure I wasn't seeing things, but it only confirmed what I already knew. It gently and slightly moved its upper body left and right ever so slowly as though looking around to its front, surveying the area. It was an easy 8 feet tall. Like I mentioned previously, all I could make out was its massive silhouette and no real detail features. It had very broad shoulders, little or no neck, dark, and looked very powerful.

I decided to go get a flashlight out of our vehicle at the top of the knoll and let staff know what was going on. So I began to cautiously and quietly step backwards to prevent whatever it was from charging or coming into bivouac. I continued to keep an eye on the dang thing, which just remained in the same spot. Almost halfway up the knoll I lost sight of it, but I continued to move slowly still trying to locate it. From atop of the knoll it was very difficult to see anything clearly outside the fringe of perimeter because of the dark.

I walked back down to the tents, scanned the area with the flashlight, but didn’t see anything like I had before. The figure had obviously moved. So instead of waking anybody up I sat up for a while and waited to see what and if anything would happen. I also hoped the darn thing wouldn't pop up behind me (we were all unarmed). It would have been worse and maybe a calamity if I had pushed the panic button and had waken everybody up. After all, we were in charge of nearly 300 young street kids without any formal training, out in the open and I didn’t need the grief if nothing I said or described could have been verified. Thankfully nothing else occurred that night.

In the morning just before daybreak I bee-lined for the spot where I saw the thing standing. There wasn't anything there ... nothing. Not a pole, a bush, a tree, a reed. I mean nothing that could have simulated what I had seen. We were situated on flat, clear open ground with exception of the knoll and a tree line about 50 to 60 meters away and a mountain behind that which I knew all existed and had seen back-dropped way beyond the figure the previous evening.

The ground was grassy, but was already pretty well matted down and rutted by the constant foot and vehicle movement in that particular training area. I know I saw something that wasn't normal. I know it wasn't hoax, I know it wasn’t the kids (they were all accounted for). I trust my judgment and I’m now 46 years old and still have perfect vision. I know it wasn't any of the staff because I had seen all of them sleeping when I got up the hill. At that time I had nearly 11 years of active military service in the infantry and had done plenty of night OP's [ed: Observation Posts] to know how to use my eyes in the dark and to know the difference between a bush and a moving object. This was BIG, and real! Oh, and the thing was very quiet, I didn’t hear it make a sound.

ALSO NOTICED: I don't know of any other observations.

ENVIRONMENT: Mountainous, vegetated, near a mountain known to locals as Old Smoky.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:13 pm 
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Report # 2779 (Class C)
Submitted by Virginia Swanson on Friday, January 01, 1999. A Local Writer Discusses Her Experiences Pursuing Local Reports and Legends

YEAR: 1981

SEASON: Winter

MONTH: February

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

NEAREST TOWN: Julian

OBSERVED: My book, "Night-Side of Gold," was written from hindsight remembrance of encounters with Bigfoot during an 8-year mining venture in the Santa Lucias along the coast of Southern California. Now, in the Lagunas around Julian, in San Diego County, I have been actively pursuing reports of Bigfoot in these mountains and the Anza-Borrego Desert below, and most particularly within a certain Indian Reservation. In February, 1981, I happened to be at the right place at the right time to meet a young Indian who talked openly of his interest in Bigfoot and said he had seen him on his reservation and knew the location of caves where Bigfoot hid, and he would take me there - now!

He guided me up a fearfully storm-wrecked road. My ancient van was not designed for such, nor my senior years to cope, but once started there was no turning back. Disaster seemed certain but I would die TRYING! We reached a small flat. "Park here," my escort said. "Now we hike down a canyon."

He hiked ahead rapidly and I eventually caught up with him - napping under a bush. Below him, a small stream followed a darkened canyon around a bend. I had parked in bright sunshine and in less than a mile we had descended into sunless gloom. "The caves are over there, but I am NOT about to go there."

Until my guide refused to enter a taboo area, I had not really believed his story. I knew that no money or incentive on earth will induce an Indian to enter taboo ground. "Okay, now we wait. Have a seat." I said to him, "What are we waiting for?" He said, "To watch. He comes out this time of the day and walks around. He drinks from those old rock-troughs I showed you by the road. Sometimes he hangs out by that wrecked house where the road loop starts. You in a hurry?"

I told him no, but that I was not about to drive back down the road in the dark. We hiked back to my van which was completely concealed in the brush until you reached the road. It was dusk when I drove out of the Reservation.

After a week of heavy storms had eased up, I sought out my Indian escort. Unlike before, he was neither friendly nor talkative. Briefly I was then told, "My people are complaining. Our tribal spokesman is very displeased. You will not be welcome to return, with or without your friends - and
trespassers risk being shot." So, I backed down for awhile - but I was not "out."

For three months I planned for a return trip. A friend obtained permission from a well-known Indian to drive up the mountain just to take pictures, to stay on the road and not to wander around the reservation. I had studied the map well but a certain hunch compelled me to request we reverse our direction. After a steep turn, we were blocked - but good - by a heavy pick-up in the road next to a parked bulldozer. In front stood five Indians - shoulder to shoulder, spanning the road, with their backs to us.

"Looks like we've got trouble," my escort said, very quietly. He stepped out with a cheery greeting and, as a Forest Service firefighter, was recognized. Two men approached me. "You see Bigfoot this morning?" They knew who I was. "No, and I came up here just to shake hands with him." That brought welcomed laughter, then a statement, "I have seen him. He comes up from the canyon below the flat you just passed. He doesn't come out very often."

This confirmed what my first Indian guide had told me. The "sticky" situation was smoothed out but not to the extent that we could continue to explore. I am presently biding my time for the right moment to return.

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Virginia Louise (Swanson) - a retired veterinarian, spoke openly with friends and Bigfoot researchers many times by phone. She was a very sharp woman. Given her age and mental acuity, (She was 90) she was still bright and right on the money with mental tasking and physical abilities. Just before she died she was driving a bulldozer in an effort to plow a road to her new house. She even prospected for gold in her spare time. The following story is her account of the Bigfoot creatures seen in the back country of San Diego County, California. While her story appears incomplete, it should be of interest to San Diegans if not Southern Californians.

Note: It is believed that Virginia Louise did make it back to the area several times before she moved to her late husband's mining claim in central California. She died not long after her move. In all subsequent instances her efforts in the Lagunas were stymied by the local Native Americans. Her book, "The Night-Side of Gold" is out of print. Perhaps she published it herself to give copies to interested people.

Credit Source: This information was provided by bigfoot researcher Peter Guttilla.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:14 pm 
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Submitted by witness on Tuesday, June 30, 1992. An Interview with a San Diego Sheriff's Sergeant Regarding a Series of Incidents after the Laguna Fire of 1970

YEAR: 1970

SEASON: Summer

MONTH: September

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

NEAREST TOWN: Alpine

NEAREST ROAD: Interstate 8

OBSERVED: "The Zoobies" -- 1992 interview with Sgt. Doug Huse, San Diego County Sheriffs Department

MONEYMAKER: Okay, just go ahead and tell me about yourself, when you started working there and so on.

HUSE: I started working the Alpine area (east of San Diego, California) in March of 1970. I came to the department the previous year. I was working out there in a patrol capacity for the San Diego County Sheriff's Department I was a deputy at the time and actually worked Alpine for about 2 years, from March of 1970 to April of 1972. As far as trying to recall exactly when this went down, the best I can come up with is that it was after the Laguna fire of 1970 ... September of 1970.

MONEYMAKER: The Laguna fire affected which areas?

HUSE: Well, it was the largest brush fire at the time in California history, and burned specifically in the Sweetwater River area from east of Alpine all the way south and west, probably another 15 miles. It was quite an extensive burn and through the area in question, Alpine, on the south side of Interstate 8. To recall the chain of events, it was extremely cold which means the time of year would've been sometime after September of 1970, probably December or January, maybe February...let's see, that would be 1971 ... well, it was definitely winter.

MONEYMAKER: Was that about the time of your first contact with the key witness, Dr. Baddour (prominent San Diego psychiatrist)?

HUSE: Yes, and I don't recall the reason, but Dr. Baddour was stopped by a two-man patrol unit. Baddour was traveling eastbound, which would've been from the San Diego area to what we learned later was his home in Alpine. On the front seat of his car, I don't remember what kind of car it was, he had a loaded .44 magnum revolver with a 6-inch barrel. That's the same type of gun that Dirty Harry made famous. It's the largest caliber hand gun you can buy. Of course this piqued our interest a little bit. I wasn't the contact, I was what we call the cover during this particular stop. My partner's the one who made first contact and found the gun. He secured the revolver and was asking the doctor, who'd identified himself as Dr. Baddour, why he was carrying the weapon. Baddour said it was because of a ... and I don't know what he actually said at the time, but my partner heard him say, "Zoobie," ... and so from there on all our conversations throughout the department referred to whatever Dr. Baddour had seen as a Zoobie. That wasn't what the doctor actually called it, I don't believe, but that's what my partner heard and that's how the name got coined.

MONEYMAKER: At the time did Dr. Baddour describe this Zoobie to the officer?

HUSE: Yes, he did, to both of us as a matter of fact. He described the Zoobie as a large, upright, walking hairy creature. Dr. Baddour convinced us and later other members of my department, including one of my patrol sergeants, that in truth he'd had three separate encounters with the Zoobies.

MONEYMAKER: Did Dr. Baddour say how many of these Zoobies there were and where the sightings happened?

HUSE: Yeah, one sighting was made by his entire family within the confines of his yard and immediate area, and at one time they saw three Zoobies. What Dr. Baddour described to us was what he assumed was a father, mother and child with the largest of the Zoobies being over 6 feet tall, maybe 7 feet tall. The tallest was very hairy and much larger-framed than an ordinary man. What he described as the mother was about 5 feet tall, and the smaller one was about 3 or 4 feet tall. Like I said, the doctor convinced a number of us that he'd in fact seen something unusual. What happened then was that we did get involved in an investigation of the sightings. I did because of the shift I worked which was either 10 p.m. at night to 6 a.m., or what we called the evening or overlap shift which was from 6 p.m. to 2:30 in the morning. Neither of those shifts was conducive to interviewing citizens in the area, so I wasn't able to locate other witnesses, and I can't recall if I ever talked, to a deputy who canvassed the area looking for witnesses.

MONEYMAKER: How many people lived in the area at the time?

HUSE: There were very few homes, probably 5 or no more than 6 residences, and Baddour's was the last home on the narrow road. Going back in my memory 20 years now, I'd say his house was a quarter to a third of a mile off the main road used to get to his place, almost in a straight line due south of Alpine Blvd. That area hasn't grown much since then, no planned residential development in there. At that time the Baddour family themselves consisted of the doctor, his wife, a daughter and a son. The daughter was 17 and the son was younger, maybe 13 or 14.

MONEYMAKER: Can you describe what the terrain looks like, is it actually alpine forest, etc.?

HUSE: It's not a forest by any means, the elevation's no more than 2300 feet. The road goes east and up, and in about another 20 miles it eventually climbs to about 5000 feet.

MONEYMAKER: Does it continue up into forested areas?

HUSE: Yes it does and it follows the Sweetwater River it's about 10 miles. The Sweetwater River isn't much of a flowing river. It runs about three-quarters of a mile south of Dr. Baddour's place. Of course it always depended on rainfall, but the river hasn't run continuously anytime in the 20 years I've been familiar with the area. There's no snowfall at all. The terrain itself is quite steep behind Dr. Baddour's property, going down into the (Sweetwater) river bottom itself. It's all primarily brush and chaparral.

MONEYMAKER: Any bears in the area?

HUSE: I don't think I've ever heard of a bear sighting in San Diego county, and again I've been in the area almost 23 years. We have deer everywhere here along with coyotes and fox and other types of wildlife, but no bears.

MONEYMAKER: What else do you remember about Dr. Baddour's sightings?

HUSE: Let's see, the first set of circumstances I remember was Dr. Baddour finding damage to the house when he'd just moved in. He said he bought the house from an older German couple and all of the light bulbs, inside and out, were the yellow bug repellent type. Baddour said the German man told me that he shouldn't change them to white, that he should get used to the yellow light.

MONEYMAKER: Because of an insect problem?

HUSE: Baddour said the German was very evasive about that, evasive also about a lot of details regarding the house and property. The property did have some acreage, I don't recall the size but it was larger than a city lot anyway. The property had some fruit trees in the front and back yards. I don't remember what kind of fruit trees they were, but the house and trees were surrounded by a fence. One of Baddour's complaints was that fruit was being picked off the trees at the tops, but not from the bottoms. The trees were upward of 7 or 8 feet high, or maybe 10 feet high. Anyway, the fruit was disappearing from the tops of his trees and his fence was getting knocked down. He had a wind chime at one of the doors made of brass or some kind of strong metal which frequently rang in the blowing wind, and at one point the wind chime suddenly turned up flattened. Baddour couldn't explain it and we couldn't duplicate it. It was smashed. Baddour did make a plaster cast of a footprint and I know we had photographs of it, if we didn't in fact have a plaster cast of the print ourselves. But I do recall there was a plaster cast.

MONEYMAKER: Do you remember the approximate size of the footprint?

HUSE: I'm 6-foot-3 and I wear a size 12 shoe, and I'd have to say this one was larger than my shoe and much wider than my foot. I'd say it was about 13 or 14 inches in length, and I've been wracking my brain trying to remember if it had 4 toes or 5 toes, but I just can't recall.**

[**According to researcher, Ken Coon, who visited the Alpine area in 1971, Dr. Baddour's "Zoobies" left V -shaped, 4-toed footprints, 16 inches long and 8 inches wide with the widest measurement across the toes. The foot narrowed down to 5 inches at the heel.]

MONEYMAKER: But there's some recollection that it might have had an usual number of toes?

HUSE: Yes, I do seem to remember that, but I can't bring it to mind. I know the footprint was wide overall, and less wide at the heel, but the heel was still wider than a human foot would be.

MONEYMAKER: Did you or any of the officers talk to the doctor's wife or kids?

HUSE: Specifically the word came back to me, and I'm not sure which deputy found out, but the daughter said she had a sighting in the early morning hours as she boarded a school bus at Alpine Blvd. That would have been adjacent to the access road leading to the Baddour house. She was getting on the bus and spotted the creature off in the brush. There's some very thick, very tall brush along the road there.

MONEYMAKER: Do you remember any details of what she saw?

HUSE: No, not really, the man who was deeply involved in this was my patrol sergeant and he's now deceased. He was so involved with it that on his days off he'd go up there and camp to the rear of Baddour's house. He'd take his older son along and the two of them would camp out in hope of getting a glimpse of one of the Zoobies. They never did. But he was the man who probably had more conversations with the doctor than any-body else. Another sighting involved three Zoobies sighted by a whole family. The Baddours had made it a habit to never go out after dark, but one night they were out with the son to call in their pet dog. In the dark the boy thought he saw the dog near a comer of the house and called out to It. Well, the dog came running back, but from a different corner, and what at first they thought was the dog turned out to be the smaller Zoobie. Apparently it had been laying down and it got up and stood and walked the opposite way, joining the other two, the larger male and female, and they all walked off into the brush.

MONEYMAKER: Did they ever use words like "ape" or "gorilla" to describe the creatures?

HUSE: No, they never did. Baddour was firm in his own mind that it wasn't an ape or gorilla. It was something totally different than one of those. Well, for lack of anything better we thought it to be more like the California Bigfoot, based on how it was described. Whether it was black or brown I really can't remember.

MONEYMAKER: Did Dr. Baddour ever use the word Bigfoot or Sasquatch to describe the Zoobie?

HUSE: Not to me, no. As a matter of fact we were assigned to make periodic checks of his residence throughout the night because most of the damage to his property was done during the night time, so my partner and I in a two-man car would drive up there and shine the spotlight around his house. Dr. Baddour was very convincing. I can still picture him coming outdoors one night dressed in his skivvies and wearing black high top military boots. That was it, a tee-shirt and shorts with those black boots and carrying that big .44 magnum.

MONEYMAKER: How would you characterize the family, it sounds as though they were all educated, credible people?

HUSE: Yes, I'd characterize them as exactly that. I got the impression the daughter was very intelligent, and of course Baddour himself was a medical doctor, a psychiatrist.

MONEYMAKER: In our earlier phone call to arrange this interview you mentioned something about the creatures, the Zoobies, mimicking human speech ... ?

HUSE: Yes, one of the lighter stories I recall happened when the doctor got home after dark one night. They had chickens there, and earlier he'd called his wife to say he was going to be late and to remind her to feed the chickens before night fall, which she did. When the doctor got home he had to exit his car, open the gate, drove through and stopped, then got out of the car again to close the gate behind him. He said that when he went to close the gate that night he heard a very low, very guttural voice say, 'Here chicky, chicky, chicky...'

MONEYMAKER: That's funny and not unprecedented in the research. Are you saying the impression was that one of the creature's was imitating the doctors wife who'd called in the chickens earlier?

HUSE: Exactly. It was the doctor's opinion, and we had no reason to doubt him, that the Zoobie had some type of intelligence and the capability of producing sounds like that.

MONEYMAKER: Did they ever describe any other sounds or smells, anything like that?

HUSE: Smells, yes. A very pungent odor, maybe like rotting garbage. You know, he did tell us he'd set up cameras around the house with trip-wires, but he wasn't able to get any photographs, at least not while I was working the area. I really can't recall but I know the doctor himself had a close sighting of one of the Zoobies, and there were probably other sightings, but I can't remember now. Of course I worked up there for just those two years, until April of 1972. After that I went to fly helicopters. So I was completely out of touch with what was happening in Alpine, and I didn't get back there until 1981. At that time I was stationed east of the Baddour home, and I didn't hear anything more. I did hear something about the Proctor Valley Monster when I started patrol in 1970, which if true I'd have to assume was on the order of what Dr. Baddour was describing. Now, a few years ago a deputy told me he saw a dark-colored, large, upright furry creature, not a bear and not human, up in some rocks north of Interstate 8, and possibly northwest of El Capitan (reservoir). The deputy told me it was a good distance away. Also, I was involved in a juvenile diversion camp (near Julian, northeast of Alpine), and a couple of counselors from another camp came down and told us they'd see something they couldn't identify in the mountains. After talking with them it was concluded that what they'd seen was probably a Zoobie. Another thing we found out, during our investigation of Dr. Baddour's sightings, was that the Viejas Indians (reservation) just north of Interstate 8 had a legend about a giant hairy man that was the protector of their burial grounds, and those burial grounds were located just about 2 miles north of where Dr. Baddour lived.

Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator Matthew Moneymaker:

The 1971 Alpine incident is described in John Green's book, Sasquatch: The Apes Among Us, pages 311 - 312. Dr. Baddour no longer lives in Alpine. The house is now in modest disrepair but looks much as it did over 20 years ago. The terrain's the same - thinly populated, steep and dry and full of thicket. Throughout the years attempts to interview Dr. Baddour by researchers not involved in the initial investigations have failed. As recently as July of 1992 the doctor, who currently has an active practice in San Diego, still refused to comment at length on his family's bygone experiences, saying only that he's going to "...tell the whole story..." in an upcoming book. Dr. Baddour implied that the Zoobies of Alpine altered his view of reality and, he said, his book will "...impact mankind." Ken Coon, a former Los Angeles police detective, spent a considerable amount of time investigating the Baddour report. He came away convinced the sightings were authentic.


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Submitted by witness on Friday, July 27, 2001. Four Camp Pendleton soldiers confront bigfoot during nighttime training exercise

YEAR: 1968

SEASON: Fall

MONTH: November

STATE: California

COUNTY: San Diego County

LOCATION DETAILS: I only know we were up in some small mountains or large hills(whatever you want to call them). We were somewhere in Camp Pendleton. Not sure of where. They took us out in trucks and then we walked to the location.

NEAREST TOWN: Oceanside,California

NEAREST ROAD: Pacific coast highway

OBSERVED: While in infantry training at Camp Pendleton in California,we had dug in on a very large hill and were expecting a enemy force to attack in the night. I had one Marine with me and to our left were two other about 30 yrds. away. They were also dug in. We had a steep rock covered area right in front of us. We heard something coming up the side of the mountain. We could hear rocks rolling down the mountain. It came up over the edge and the Marine with me yelled halt. It stood up right in front of us about 6 feet away. I could see the outline of this creature and it was hugh. It looked about 3 1/2 feet wide. It had long arms and a pointed head. It was very tall. From the hole we were in I had to look almost straight up at it. I couldn't believe how big it was! It was sotall,big and wide. I could see the outline very well but could not make out its features. It made no noise and there was no smell we could detect. It stood there for about one minute and then walked between us and the other Marines. I was terrified at the time and my hair was standing up. I tried not to breath. I had no idea what to expect from it.

After it had passed and was out of sight the four of us made sure we had all seen the same thing. Everyone said they were not going to say a thing. I have never before reported this but now I know they exist.

My father worked for the Green Lake county Sheriff's department back in the 1970's. During deer hunting some hunters had seen a bigfoot near Manchester,Wisconsin. The sheriff's department sent people out with snowmobiles to try and track it. They never found it but had numerous pictures of the tracks in the snow. My dad showed me the pictures they had up on a bulletin board in their meeting room.

ALSO NOTICED: We also moved out before dark so we could not check for tracks but I knew there had to be some.

OTHER WITNESSES: There were four Marines that saw this creature and all saw the same thing.

OTHER STORIES: I don't know of any in that area.

TIME AND CONDITIONS: It was sometime after midnight. The sky was clear and starry so I could see its outline very well.

ENVIRONMENT: We were in some small mountains that were covered with rocks and lots of trees.

Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator Kevin Withers:

The four marines were picked up in the San Onofre area, near the coast, and driven inland before they were dropped off and had to walk the remaining distance. They were armed with M-16 rifles loaded with blanks, and were dug in at the top of a hill. The witness corrected his report by saying that the other two marines were dug in to the right of him, not to the left.

Shortly after midnight, the bigfoot climbed up the slope in front of them, and as it crested the hill it stopped and stood up straight when the witness' partner shouted "Halt!" At this point, the witness knew exactly what he was looking at, since he had read about bigfoot before.

He could only see the bigfoot's silhouette, but he could tell that the animal was six to seven feet tall and about three and a half feet wide, with arms hanging down almost to its knees. It was too dark to see any other details, including any hair covering.

The bigfoot stood completely still for about fifteen seconds, then walked around the witness and his buddy, a few feet to the right of them and between them and the two other marines that were dug in some distance away. As it walked past them, all four marines turned and watched it go down the slope behind them, and then up and over a small hill, where they lost sight of it. The sighting lasted a total of about one minute. During this time, all four marines felt extremely fearful of the bigfoot.

Vegetation consisted of heavy brush and scattered, deciduous trees.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
PostPosted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 9:22 am 
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Article prepared and posted by Matthew Moneymaker

Thursday, May 23, 2002

Did Big Foot Once Walk Through Ramona?

KFMB.com (The web site for KFMB TV in San Diego, CA)

A Ramona man has found what looks to be a footprint from Bigfoot. The giant fossilized footprint suggests the yeti could have once lived in the nearby mountains.

It's one heck of a climb to see the footprint; more than a thousand feet up a rugged mountain in the Cleveland National Forest [ San Diego County, CA ]. And James Snyder's house sits right at the bottom.

"I go out of my way to make a slip trail where nobody else has been and I was actually looking for gold," said Snyder.

That was back in February. But instead of finding gold on Gowers Mountain, Snyder found a giant fossilized footprint, at least it looks like one, embedded in solid granite.

The footprint was found in what becomes a creek bed during the rainy season. It looks as though something big crossed the creek a long time ago leaving its footprint behind.

What made it and when? Who knows. But Snyder is convinced it was a Yeti or sasquatch or Bigfoot.

"When I saw it I told my buddy, I said I found Bigfoot up there," said Snyder.

He hopes someone who knows about this sort of thing will contact him.

"But the neat thing about it to me, is most of your Bigfoots, or their casts or whatnot, come out of snow that you can't go back and check, or muddy soil, where as soon as you get a hard rain, well that's gone too. This is, well we can look at it. We can study it. We can bring scientists here," said Snyder.

But it won't be easy. The terrain at the top of Mt. Gowers looks like Mars, and it's about as hard to get to.

You can actually go see the footprint if you're prepared to walk an hour and a half, and that's only if you know where you're going. But it's certainly worth the trip. That is, if you're interested in seeing one really BIG foot."
BFRO Commentary:

Note #1: See photo of the rock formation in the next media article listing about the recent sightings on Mt. St. Helens.

Note #2: This footprint-shaped rock formation is most likely a natural formation and not a fossilized footprint. It was probably caused by rounded stones embedded in the granite when it formed. Other photos of this formation on Gowers Mountain show other disconnected round impressions in the granite which resemble the "toes" of the "foot" impression. The granite slab is pockmarked with these holes. Thus a cluster of these holes formed a pattern that appears similar to a bigfoot track.

Although fossilized footprints of animals and humans are occassionaly found in sandstone formations or petrified volcanic ash, one would not expect to find footprint preserved in granite rock. Granite is formed deep in the earth at very high temperatures. Footprints can only be preserved in surface soil, and only under rare conditions -- when certain types of soft soil become covered by other sediments soon after the tracks are left, and the whole thing becomes petrified over time. The fossilized tracks reappear when the overlying layer is eroded away many years later.


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 Post subject: Re: (BFRO) San Diego County
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Tuesday, August 27, 1996

A Horrible Tale From the Pages of Local History

By Herbert Lockwood
California Daily Transcript

Editor's Note: In recognition of the Daily Transcript's 110th anniversary, we're republishing some of the best writings of retired staff writer Herbert Lockwood.

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Mysterious ethnic monsters are all the rage today. Best known is the Abominable Snowman of Tibet. Then there's the Yowie of Australia, Bigfoot of the Northwest, "Nessy" of Loch Ness, Scotland, and the Wildman of Hubei in China.

Yet, San Diego County wasn't left behind the door when the monsters were passed out. Not only was the "Monster of Dead Man's Hole" just about as nasty as they come, it was reported long before the monster-come-lately's mentioned above.

Dead Man's Hole is located near Oak Grove, a former stage stop of the Butterfield line. It is located about 10 miles northeast of Warner Hot Springs.

The story of the horrid events leading up to the discovery of the monster was told many years ago by James Jaspar, editor and owner of the Julian Sentinel.

When the Butterfield stage line was established, it ran by the then-nameless Dead Man's Hole, then filled with clear, sparkling water. Often a stop was made to refresh men and horses before resuming the trip.

Behind the hole, a canyon slices back into the steep hills growing darker and darker and narrower as it winds back into the still wild and roadless escarpment frowning over a pleasant valley below.

As it gets deep into the mountains, the canyon walls are so steep and its trees so thick and somber that sunlight only penetrates to the bottom for an hour or so at noon.

One bright morning in the spring of 1858, the northbound stage stopped at the hole, and the driver got out for a drink. As he leaned over the pool, he saw to his horror the partly decomposed face of a dead man bobbing gently in the water. This was the first known victim of Dead Man's Hole.

As time went by, news was received in San Diego that several men, both Indian and white, had disappeared without a trace, but since people were always running away from their families or going off to seek gold, not much notice was paid to these reports.

In 1870, an unnamed French sheepherder was found dead at the hole by his squaw. In 1876, a passenger lighting from the stage for a drink said he had seen a naked "thing" covered with long black hair staring at him from nearby bushes. When the creature saw he was discovered, he vanished down the canyon.

A few years later, a man named William Blair was found strangled in the dark woods near the hole. He had influential and wealthy friends in San Francisco, and they came down to the area determined to find his murderer. But no clues were found. Later that year, the strangled body of an Indian girl was found not 200 feet from where Blair's body had been discovered.

In March 1888, two hunters, Edward Dean and Charles Cox of Julian, determined to explore the dark and mysterious canyon behind Dead Man's Hole. After a hard struggle, they managed to get about a mile up the canyon through tangle of fallen logs, boulders and underbrush.

As they paused for breath, they heard a crashing nearby. Cox climbed up the rocky side of the canyon to see what was making the noise. He almost fell off in astonishment.

An immense unwieldy animal, resembling a bear from the back, was taking rapid strides through the narrow defile away from the hunters. Cox said its legs were long and the creature looked something like a gorilla.

Its hair was dark brown and the beast was more than six feet high. Cox climbed down and whispered the news to Dean. Both began to follow the "thing." Cox, to arrest its progress, fired a shot in the air. At the report, the beast turned its face toward its pursuers.

The face was human!

Then, the creature started climbing the canyon wall toward a cave opening. Cox fired and, with a terrible cry, the monster fell to the canyon floor -- dead.

Cautiously approaching the body, the men later reported the face was Indian, but the teeth were like a bear's fangs with pointed ends. The creature's feet were huge and covered with black hair.

Fearing they would meet the monster's mate, they climbed gingerly up to the cave mouth, then entered. It was empty, but in one corner eight human skulls grinned from a rock ledge, while a half-consumed sheep carcass lay on the floor. In a corner a pile of leaves and weeds indicated the creature's bed.

In a report given in a San Diego paper of the 1888 era, Jaspar said the monster's body had been placed in a wagon and taken to San Diego, where it was to have gone on exhibition the next day.

But examination of later papers said nothing of the monster. Local historians pondered the question and there was no answer, since Editor Jaspar and his contemporaries were long dead.

Then this reporter saw a glimmering of light. He noticed the date of the edition of the paper in which the story had been published : April 1, 1888 !!


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