When Teddy Roosevelt Explored the Bigfoot Legend

Nick Kolakowski - MSN

Story by Nick Kolakowski

With the new year upon us, there’s no better time to explore how one of our most famous presidents might have drifted into the orbit of one of our most famous (mythical?) beasts.

Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919), who emerged on the American landscape as a symbol of exuberant — some might say manic — masculinity before tumbling into the Presidency as a consequence of his predecessor’s assassination, was an active outdoorsman for nearly his entire life. He not only loved hiking, camping, and shooting big animals with high-powered firearms — he loved writing about those experiences. His books included The Wilderness Hunter, Hunting Trips of a Ranchman, and Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail.

In The Wilderness Hunter, Roosevelt describes a peculiar incident with a Native American guide while hunting in the Selkirk Mountain range (which extends through Idaho into eastern Washington):

Ammal objected strongly to leaving the neighborhood of the lake. He went the first day’s journey willingly enough, but after that it was increasingly difficult to get him along, and he gradually grew sulky… finally he gave us to understand that he was afraid because up in the high mountains there were ‘little bad indians’ who would kill him if they caught him alone, especially at night. At first we thought he was speaking of stray warriors of the Blackfeet tribe; but it turned out that he was not thinking of human beings at all, but of hobgoblins.

Indeed the night sounds of these great stretches of mountain woodland were very weird and strange… I never before so well understood why the people who live in lonely forest regions are prone to believe in elves, wood spirits, and other beings of an unseen world.

Something was lurking out there… but what? It’s easy enough to chalk up those odd “night sounds” to conventional animal cries, distorted by distances and mountains. But Roosevelt was also an experienced outdoorsman; something clearly spooked him, to the point where he keeps this reminisce relatively short (in contrast to some of his other tales, which go on… and on… and on).

In another passage from the same book, Roosevelt describes a conversation with a mountain man, “Bauman,” who tells a horrifying tale of a creature in the woods. Roosevelt sets the scene:

“Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type. But I once listened to a goblin-story, which rather impressed me.

A grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman who, born and had passed all of his life on the Frontier, told the story to me. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore. So that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the specters, [spirits, ghosts & apparitions] the formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk. It may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.

When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beavers. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighted very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.

There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountains slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.

They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, “Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs.”

Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the under wood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.

After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook. The footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.

The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet it did not venture near the fire. In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were the more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was necessary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and this they started out to do. All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.

At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs.

On reaching the pond Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into a beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried toward camp, under the tall trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighted on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the straight trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness which, when there is no breeze, always broods over these somber primeval forests. At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.

Near it lay the packs wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat. The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, which must have been lurking in the woods, waiting for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking with long noiseless steps and seemingly still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its fore paws, while it buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.

Bauman, utterly unnerved and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond reach of pursuit.”

Roosevelt himself never names the creature (aside from referring to it as a “goblin,” which was clearly one of his favorite terms for unknown beasties), but contemporary readers will instantly note that it sounds a whole lot like Bigfoot, a.k.a. the Sasquatch, a.k.a., the hairiest, smelliest, biggest upright-walking ape-like creature to ever reportedly stalk the mountains and forests of the Americas.

We can imagine Roosevelt’s regret at never encountering such a beast face-to-face; no doubt he would have relished facing off against such an impressive cryptoid. You can picture the future President stalking through the night, the moonlight reflecting off his glasses and his enormous rifle, murmuring “Bully!” under his breath as a 400-pound Bigfoot sizes him up from the far side of a clearing. It would have been a battle for the ages.

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ManI couldn’t read all of that my eyes can’t take it but I read some of it but never got to what he supposedly saw, anyhow IMHO if there was any such creatures around back then it could have been so but I don’t see any way at all they could possibly be around this day and age simply because there would have to be not just one unless he or she was the absolute last one in existence because there would have to be a mating pair at a minimum because nothing lives for ever.

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Supposedly George Washington and David Crockett both talked to one. Sorry I didn’t have a reference, take it or leave it. The one Davie talked to foretold his demise at the Alamo.

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No, I had not heard that one. If true that Sasquatch could talk, they would be clamoring for a seat in Congress and aligning themselves with the Squad.

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Now that’s funny!

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Sasquatch, assuming he exists, has gotta be one of the smartest creatures in the world. He’d never join the loony left.

He’s avoided real detection and society for generations, and seems to know how to stay out of all the BS we humans create. He probably looks st the news, like most of us here, and says WTF?? If I could, I’d move out to the deepest forests and disappear just like him.

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That’s a fair point.
I could see this going either way.

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he or she are the hide and seek champs lol.

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Wonder where they hid their poop? :thinking:
Thats gotta be a big pile of :poop:.

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Where’s all the dino poop? Yes they do find some but not very much. Could be it gets scattered around by other animals. It’s said they have a terrible odor. Wonder how that could happen?

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Millions of years compared to yesterday. :thinking:
No part of them have ever been found and/or identified. :skull:

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Do you know how dino bones are dated? Usually it’s by where they are found in which layer of the soil. How do account for dino bones found on top of the ground? How do you know that the carcass isn’t taken into some hidden cave? They are finding bones of Neanderthals way, way back in caves where they never thought to look before. How do you know their bones aren’t confused with dino bones? It’s all guess work

Can you show me a fossil record of one thing becoming another? There are missing links all over the place.

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O.K. :roll_eyes: Have a nice Sunday morning.

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You have a blessed Sunday too

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Here’s an interesting article for you. From the article:

Unfortunately, these elements don’t exist in dinosaur fossils themselves. Each of them typically exists in igneous rock, or rock made from cooled magma. Fossils, however, form in sedimentary rock – sediment quickly covers a dinosaur’s body, and the sediment and the bones gradually turn into rock. But this sediment doesn’t typically include the necessary isotopes in measurable amounts. Fossils can’t form in the igneous rock that usually does contain the isotopes. The extreme temperatures of the magma would just destroy the bones.

So to determine the age of sedimentary rock layers, researchers first have to find neighboring layers of Earth that include igneous rock, such as volcanic ash

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I am very well aware of the science.

dino bones found on top of the ground?
It’s called erosion.

some hidden cave?
Like an Elephant graveyard? I remember a sci/fi movie like that in the 70s.

confused with dino bones?
You don’t give Geologists and Archeologists enough credit.

And then we would have DNA.

one thing becoming another?
**No that would be magic. **
**Evolution happens over time. **
Adapting to one’s environment can cause rapid changes

Scientists have discovered the specific mutation that famously turned moths black during the Industrial Revolution. In an iconic evolutionary case study, a black form of the peppered moth rapidly took over in industrial parts of the UK during the 1800s, as soot blackened the tree trunks and walls of its habitat.

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I heard a Bigfoot asked a rabbit if he had a problem with poop sticking to his fur and the rabbit said “ no not at all” and the Bigfoot grabbed the rabbit and wiped his butt with him and just tossed him . And he said “ thanks” Mr rabbit!

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A lot of stuff is found in ice as it thaws to like Atzi ( sp?) the mountain man and a Wooly Mamoth and in the last few years they have found about a dozen of the 100+ carcasses that have never returned from trying to Summit Mt. Everest.

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O.K.???

Stupid bots.

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When I heard the story, it was a bear. :rofl:

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