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Bigfoot Sighting by "Shrink" (2000); Deer Mutilation in Crop Circle (2003)



Report # 678 (Class A)
Submitted by witness Dr. Matthew Johnson on Sunday, July 02, 2000. Oregon pyschologist observes a creature resembling Bigfoot about 60 feet away while hiking on a trail with his family

OBSERVED: Where to begin? Rochelle and I took our kids to the Oregon Caves National Park in southern Oregon. We ate lunch at a picnic table and then took a tour of the caves. The caves were spectacular. If you haven’t seen them before, they are a must see experience.

Dr. Matthew Johnson with wife Rochelle. Photo taken a few days after the incident when he and his family returned with BFRO Investigators.
Photo by BFRO Investigator John Freitas

Upon our exit of the cave, everyone usually turns to the right to go back down to the gift store and lodge. However, we are fresh from Alaska and love to hike in the outdoors (i.e., we just moved from Alaska to Oregon earlier this year). We decided to go left and hike up to see the Big Tree (i.e., a Douglas fir tree with a circumference of 40 feet that is about 800 to 1,000 years old). We hiked for about 2 miles into the forest up the mountain. As we were hiking up the trail, we smelled a very strong pungent smell. It was as strong as a skunk but it wasn’t a skunk (i.e., we know what a skunk smells like and it wasn’t a skunk even though it was as strong smelling as a skunk). We were standing down wind of the smell.

Investigators retrace path taken by Dr. Johnson and his family.
Photo by John Freitas.

We continued to hike up the trail and the trail started to switch back to the right as we climbed the mountain. There were plenty of tall trees and brush. I heard a faint sound (i.e., “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!). At first I thought it was the blood vessels pounding in my head because it was a constant sound / rhythm and I’m out of shape (i.e., it was a big mountain and we were constantly walking up, up, up, up). We kept walking up the trail. I heard the sound again except it was louder. Then I thought, “This sound is external – not internal.” We all stopped and I asked, “Do you guys here that sound?” Rochelle, Levi, Hannah, and Micah looked at me and nodded their heads in affirmation.

Don’t ask me why but we continued to walk up the mountain through the very tall trees and brush. The sound continued in cycles of five to six repetitions (i.e., Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa). Louder and louder. Now the sounds were behind us.

I started putting one and one together in my mind and my biological “fight or flight” responses kicked in. I stopped my family on the trail. I told them to stay quiet. I hiked up the hill to our left because I had to go poop ASAP (i.e., this happens when the biological “fight or flight” response kicks in). While I was doing my duty, I was scanning the woods down the mountain on the other side of the trail my family was standing on. That’s when I saw it. I saw it come out from behind one tree to the left and walk to another tree to the right. Then it looked back and was watching my family while they were standing on the trail.

Location of the observation, from the perspective of the witness.
Photo by John Freitas.

I’ve hiked through the woods in Alaska numerous times and believe me, I know what a grizzly bear looks like and I know what a black bear looks like. I was actually chased by a grizzly bear on the Russian river in Alaska about six or seven years ago. What I saw was not a grizzly bear or a black bear. What I saw walked upright on two legs like a human and it was much taller than a grizzly bear or a black bear. What I saw was Bigfoot (otherwise known as Sasquatch).

I pulled up my shorts immediately, walked fast down to the trail and got my family moving up the mountain. I sure as heck wasn’t going to go back down the trail where we came from and go right to it. I didn’t tell my wife or children what I saw because I didn’t want them to panic. At this point, the adrenaline was rushing and I was very hypervigilent (i.e., constantly looking behind us and through the woods). The sound stopped but I wasn’t convinced we were safe.

When we got to a place where the kids could stop and sit on a fallen log to rest and drink some water, I pulled Rochelle away and told here that she wasn’t going to believe what I saw. She believed me right away. She smelled the smell and she heard the repetitive cycles of “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa” and she knows I’m not crazy. I told her to keep the kids going and that I would stay at the back to keep my eyes on what was behind us. I told her that if anything came up from behind us or through the woods from the side of us that I would run interference to protect them. I told her that if this happened, I wanted her to run the kids on the trail, don’t stop, and don’t look back. We agreed not to tell the children because we didn’t want to panic them.

We never heard the sounds again and I never saw anything after that. We finally made it out of the woods about 1½ hours later. We sent the kids into the gift store to look for a gift because we had promised to buy them something if they were good hikers and didn’t complain. Rochelle and I sat on the bench outside the gift store and talked about the pro’s and con’s of whether or not to report what we smelled, heard, and saw (i.e., I don’t want people to think we are crazy). Rochelle said it was up to me. I decided that I wasn’t going to keep this a secret because it was real and I know I’m sane. I remembered reading about how the albino gorilla was a myth/legend in Africa for quite some time until someone finally captured one. Well I’m here to tell you today (and the world) that Bigfoot/Sasquatch is not a myth/legend. The creature/animal really and truly does exist!!

National Park Service Ranger John accompanies the investigators.
Photo by John Freitas.

After we made our decision, Rochelle went into the gift shop with the kids. I walked to the Park headquarters and reported what I saw to NPS Ranger Beverly. I sat in the chair stunned and then I began to cry. All these emotions that I was stuffing due to the adrenaline began to surface now that my family and I were safe. You don’t know how vulnerable I felt being so far out in the woods without the ability to protect my family in that kind of situation (i.e., no gun). I told the ranger that I was not crazy. I gave her my business card (i.e., I’m a licensed psychologist in private practice). I told her that I have two master’s degrees and one doctorate degree and that I was an intelligent person. I told her that I know what I smelled, heard, and saw. In between the tears and my shaking, I told her that I saw Bigfoot. She believed me! She didn’t think I was crazy. She said that there is a lot about our world that we don’t know and that we are discovering new species all the time.

She took my story, Rochelle’s story, and Levi confirmed what the noise sounded like. I was the only one who saw Bigfoot because I had hiked up off the trail high enough to see it. I can’t tell you what it looked like other than it was very tall, looked half-human and half ape, walked upright, and had very dark hair (i.e., a mix of very dark brown and/or black hair). It happened way too quick and all I could think about after I saw it was to get my family the heck out of there. I’ve done some surfing on the internet and what I saw looked a lot like this picture below.

Rochelle and I are willing to talk with anyone. We don’t believe that it is right to have this kind of experience and to hide it from the rest of the world. Please feel free to pass this on to anyone you think would be interested in hearing the truth. This is a true story that just happened today (7-1-2000 shortly after 5pm).

Dr. Matthew A. Johnson

BFRO investigator Scott Herriott installs motion-activated camera on the mountain side.
Photo by John Freitas

OTHER WITNESSES: Myself, my wife, my three children

ENVIRONMENT: National forest at the Oregon Caves

Follow-up investigation report:

Update: July 25, 2000: BFRO investigators have been working intermittently in the area since Dr. Johnson's incident. Large indistinct tracks have been found, but nothing worth casting. A few other credible witnesses have come forward reporting similar incidents in the same area prior to Johnson's incident.

Tuesday, July 04, 2000

Oregon Man Says He Spotted Bigfoot

By Associated Press

Park Rangers Check Out Oregon Caves

GRANTS PASS, Ore., Posted 1:21 p.m. PDT July 4, 2000 -- Grants Pass psychologist Matthew Johnson insists he's not crazy.

Even when he tells people that he heard, smelled and saw Bigfoot while hiking last weekend with his family at the Oregon Caves National Monument in southern Oregon.

Johnson says that he was squatting in the woods near some backwoods trails when he spotted the creature standing upright about 60 feet away and hiding behind a tree.

Just before the sighting, he says his family detected a pungent, musky scent on the trail and heard some deep, guttural groans in the woods.

Johnson says he ran off to get his family and report the sighting to monument rangers.

Monument superintendent Craig Akerman says that rangers found nothing unusual on Sunday.

But Bigfoot researchers from Northern California spent part of yesterday retracing the Johnson family's steps and found some partial prints in the area.
Bibliographical Information:

Story carried by KOIN Channel 6 News, Portland, Oregon.



From "The Secret War Against Medford, Oregon", by Mark Metcalf.

Recently, while reading a back issue of Nexus magazine, I came across a
news clip titled "The Mysterious Taos Hum." The story said that
Representative Bill Richardson (D-NM) has asked the House Select Committee
to investigate a noise that causes dizziness, shortness of breath,
headaches, anxiety and sleeplessness, and is thought by some to emanate
from a secret defense-related project plaguing various cities in New

I realized that I might know something about that sound, something that I
had been playing it safe with for fourteen years.

During the years 1980-83, I was living with the daughter of the new-
deceased Dr. David Fraser, former head of the Department of Toxicology at
the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill. One Day she told me of a
frightening encounter involving her father and the American military. When
Dr. Fraser came to stay with us while on vacation in 1981, I asked him to
tell me the story.

Suicide capital overnight

He said that in the early 1970s, the small city of Medford, Oregon, became
the suicide capital of the United States overnight. (The exact dates can
be found by checking national health statistics.) After Dr. Fraser was
notified of this dramatic anomaly, he organized and sent a team of
researchers to look for the cause. The team checked the water, the air,
the soil and a variety of additional possibilities, but could find no reason
for the massive increase in suicides. Then the researchers discovered that
*ultra low frequencies* (ULF) were being beamed into Medford, Oregon, from
a nearby military base. When they went to the base and met with its
commanding officer, he said that although he knew about ULF, his base was
not responsible, the Russians were! However, the ULF waves stopped the
very next day.

The researchers determined that the military base was not the only source;
the ULF was also coming into the homes of the populace through their
television antennas, which created some sort of standing-wave resonance
within the structure of the home itself. People who were often at home in
the houses with TV antennas became severely depressed even if they did not
watch TV.

Since the ULF wave had stopped, the researchers returned to the University
to write their report and to confer with Dr. Fraser. Several men
displaying CIA credentials arrived on campus and said that the ULF waves
beamed into Medford were a "national security" matter. They explicitly
threatened to kill each of the researchers, including Dr. David Fraser
himself, should anyone speak further about it. As far as I know, no one

It seems clear that the military-industrial complex secretly declared war
on the American people quite some time ago and is waging a long-term
psychological warfare operation, complete with fully operational, mass
mind-control technology.

In fact, our whole society seems to be what Walter Bowart* refers to as a
"psycho-civilization" ruled by a "cryptocracy."

How we respond makes a difference

What makes this evil that pervades our nation so effective is the
inappropriateness of our response. We behave much like Dr. B.F. Skinner's
chicken when placed between two salivating wolves. We just go on pecking.
But who do we call when the bad guys have badges and judges and ray guns--
when blueprints of new federal prisons have cells labeled "labs"?

How can we learn to develop responses that are appropriate to the dire
position we have acquiesced to? We must look for new models of behavior to
consider and act upon. We must deeply consider the achievements of the
founding fathers, which in many ways were without precedent. If we do not
find the courage to change our behavior we may soon come to the end of
human history on this planet.

As Abraham Lincoln said:

"The money power preys upon the nation in times of peace and
conspires against it in times of adversity. It is more despotic
than monarchy. More insolent than autocracy. More selfish
than bureaucracy. I see in the near future, a crisis approaching
that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my
country. Corporations have been enthroned. An era of
corruption will follow and the money power of the country will
endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of
the people, until the wealth is aggregated in a few hands and
the republic is destroyed."

* Walter Bowart, Operation Mind Control, Dell Publishing, 1978, out of
print, Tucson.


PART I - DEER & CATTLE MUTILATIONS IN OREGON by Linda Moulton Howe, (c)2002

June 15, 2002  Grants Pass, Oregon ­ Oregon now has two active mutilation regions: the Christmas Valley east of Bend (See Earthfiles 05/15/02) and the Applegate Valley in the Siskiyou National Forest south of Grants Pass. On Monday night, June 10 around midnight, graphic artist Dwain Wright and his wife were getting ready for bed when their five outdoor cats came running inside the house in a panic. The Wrights live on an isolated hilltop in the forest and thought coyotes or other natural predators might have scared their cats. Later Mrs. Wright woke up to see a bright light outside, but went back to sleep.

By Wednesday morning, June 12, Dwain noticed buzzards circling low about 200 feet from his house and went to investigate. He was shocked to find a deer lying on top of 3-foot-tall fescue grass that was flattened and swirled under the dead and mutilated doe.



Dwain Wright, Graphics Artist, Applegate Valley, Oregon: "The first thing I noticed was the eye was missing. It was laying with its right side, right eye, face up and the right eye was missing as were the lips.

I noticed there was a puncture wound behind the front leg. At first I thought maybe it was a gunshot. But it didn't go through. And then looking through the hole, I noticed that all the internal organs were missing. There was an incision around the rear portion ­ a large portion of the rear was missing and whatever had been removed. There was no blood. That was the other odd thing.


The State Police Fish & Game people came from two different counties and were a little suspicious and first tried to explain it away as a cougar death. And I said, 'I've been here 14 years and I know when cougar attack deer, they generally bite them on the neck and there are claw marks on both sides. That wasn't the case.

Then they tried to explain it away as small arms (gunshot wound). I said, 'No.' When they looked at the hole behind the front leg, they noticed that none of the ribs were missing or broken. Where the hole was, it would have gone through a rib.

Meaning the police meant that somebody might have shot this deer?

Yes. Then they tried to explain away the brilliant light my wife saw as being a spotlight from a poacher. But we know this entire area and there is no one around here that would poach a deer because there are so many deer anyone could shoot one in their front yard with a bow and arrow. The deer are that tame.

Back to that hole and looking into the rib cage.

A police officer noticed that the internal organs were missing. He looked inside with a flashlight. He said, ''There's nothing in here.'

No internal organs at all?

No. Part of the large intestine was intact because you could see the excrement in the back.

But a space between ribs would not be big enough to get the heart out, would it?

I don't know. Not normally.

Did either of the state patrol game officers investigating make any comment about the unusual bloodless excisions surrounded by the dark discoloration?

No. He tried to bluff me, basically. I explained that I have a Ph.D. from UCLA and spent the first two years in Fish & Game management. I was aware of my 14 years here on this property about what happens to animals and animal wounds and how quickly it happens. Before that, they tried to tell me that birds simply swooped down and popped the eyes right out and flew off with them.

I have tried to take eyeballs out of animals in the past that we've either butchered or found dead and it's a very difficult operation to get an eye out of a socket.

And it would be messy.

Very messy. Eyeballs are very strong. It's all tendons and muscles. It's very difficult to cut one apart or to excise from a eye socket."


Left Eyeball and Tear Duct Removed After Dwain Wright First Found Deer

"One puzzling thing is that when I first found the deer and took pictures, I looked under its head to see if both eyes were missing. I noticed the left eye was still intact. I went back to the house and returned about two hours later with my camera again. The deer had been turned over and the left eye was then cut like the one on the right, eyeball out and tear duct taken, exactly the same way. But they were all there two hours before. My wife was working in her small grape vineyard the whole time about 100 feet away, yet she did not see or hear anything."


After State Police Left, Small Plane Circles

"What happened after the two Oregon State Patrol game officers had checked out the deer?

After they left, I would imagine most of the state police vehicles have global positioning sensors in them so they know where their officers are at all times. After they left about 45 minutes or an hour after they were gone, a single engine aircraft came in low from the east and made a very sharp turn right above the trees, about 200 to 300 feet off the ground right above where the deer was located below it. Then went low across the valley to the south and disappeared. It obviously took photographs, but I don't know who it was or what it was."

More Information

Soil and Plants To Be Tested, But No Necropsy

Dwain Wright contacted me by e-mail with some of his images on Wednesday night, June 12. The next day, Thursday, June 13, I contacted biophysicist W. C. Levengood about getting plant and soil samples from around the deer's body. He agreed and Dwain Wright collected samples per Levengood's instructions and shipped them to Levengood's lab in Michigan for study.

Further, I contacted Colm Kellerher, biologist, at the National Institute for Discovery Science (NIDS) about getting a veterinarian to the scene to do a necropsy. Colm ultimately talked with the Ashland Veterinarian Forensics Laboratory not far from Applegate Valley. Colm called to tell me that the lab was open to doing a necropsy on the deer for NIDS, but that Oregon state government protocol required that Fish & Game authorities first investigate before signing off on transportation to the Ashland laboratory.

The two Oregon State Patrol game officers who saw the deer and talked with Dwain Wright told him, "the forensics lab in Ashland would be too backed up with projects from around the world to take time on something as small scale as the deer.

I asked him if the officers were saying they wouldn't even approve having the deer transferred to the Ashland laboratory because it would not have any priority there?

Dwain said, "That's correct."

When Biophysicist W. C. Levengood has information to report about the fescue grass and soil collected for analysis, I will report at and in radio reports.

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