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1890 - The Chetco Monster - sometimes called the Chetco Indian
Devil
Location is about 60 miles North of Willow Creek, California
across the Cal-Oregon border.
"The mining operation was a small one, employing a dozen men
whose families lived in tents alongside the river. For several
weeks nothing unusual happened. Occasionally garbage cans were
overturned at night my marauding bears. Sometimes the beasts
were so troublesome that an armed guard stood by while the
loggers felled the big trees. At the campsite mothers watched
their young children closely and forbade older boys and girls
to play hide-and-seek in the forest. Even when they swam in
the shallow river, an adult kept a sharp lookout for bears."
"Then one morning enormously large human footprints were
discovered along the riverbanks. The loggers laughingly
accused one another of having feet as big as chopping blocks.
Everyone, from the oldest to the youngest in camp, measured
his footprints against those of the unknown visitor. Since no
one's feet were that large, one question was bandied about
repeatedly: if those weren't a bear's tracks, whose were
they?"
Devil
Location is about 60 miles North of Willow Creek, California
across the Cal-Oregon border.
"The mining operation was a small one, employing a dozen men
whose families lived in tents alongside the river. For several
weeks nothing unusual happened. Occasionally garbage cans were
overturned at night my marauding bears. Sometimes the beasts
were so troublesome that an armed guard stood by while the
loggers felled the big trees. At the campsite mothers watched
their young children closely and forbade older boys and girls
to play hide-and-seek in the forest. Even when they swam in
the shallow river, an adult kept a sharp lookout for bears."
"Then one morning enormously large human footprints were
discovered along the riverbanks. The loggers laughingly
accused one another of having feet as big as chopping blocks.
Everyone, from the oldest to the youngest in camp, measured
his footprints against those of the unknown visitor. Since no
one's feet were that large, one question was bandied about
repeatedly: if those weren't a bear's tracks, whose were
they?"
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"Someone said there was a "wild" man living way up the river.
He was an irritable old devil who threatened to shoot anyone
who approached his cabin. No matter how bad the weather was
he
never wore a hat or boots. He was always bareheaded and
barefooted."
"Barefooted? Then the tracks were his! With the mystery of the
tracks happily solved, the people promptly forgot them. But
several nights later the sound of eerie whistling and angry
shrieks wakened them. In every tent men bounded out of bed and
grabbed their guns, assuming there was a wounded bear nearby.
No one lighted a lamp for fear of attracting the beast, and
frightened children were warned not to cry. The spine-chilling
noises went on and on. Sometimes they seemed close by, other
times from the direction of the road or the river. But finally
the sounds faded into the distance, and quiet returned to the
dark campsite. "At daybreak the men gathered to talk. They
debated whether it was a bear or mountain lion.
To satisfy themselves and ease their families' worries, a half
dozen men searched about for bear or mountain lion tracks.
They found no lion mountain spoor at all and no fresh bear
tracks. However, at the edge of the clearing, beyond the first
stand of trees and dense undergrowth they cam upon more of the
giant-sized human footprints. The men debated whether it was
the old recluse.
He was an irritable old devil who threatened to shoot anyone
who approached his cabin. No matter how bad the weather was
he
never wore a hat or boots. He was always bareheaded and
barefooted."
"Barefooted? Then the tracks were his! With the mystery of the
tracks happily solved, the people promptly forgot them. But
several nights later the sound of eerie whistling and angry
shrieks wakened them. In every tent men bounded out of bed and
grabbed their guns, assuming there was a wounded bear nearby.
No one lighted a lamp for fear of attracting the beast, and
frightened children were warned not to cry. The spine-chilling
noises went on and on. Sometimes they seemed close by, other
times from the direction of the road or the river. But finally
the sounds faded into the distance, and quiet returned to the
dark campsite. "At daybreak the men gathered to talk. They
debated whether it was a bear or mountain lion.
To satisfy themselves and ease their families' worries, a half
dozen men searched about for bear or mountain lion tracks.
They found no lion mountain spoor at all and no fresh bear
tracks. However, at the edge of the clearing, beyond the first
stand of trees and dense undergrowth they cam upon more of the
giant-sized human footprints. The men debated whether it was
the old recluse.