Recently I spent the night with a lifelong friend in Northern Idaho. John Webb had known about my interest in sasquatch research and invited to his home where we could do some sound blasting and reminisce about “old times”.

I was born and raised in Northern Idaho. Idaho is a state of mountains, lakes and streams.  But in the northern part of the state it also is an area that has lots of grain farming. As a child I had seen bobcat, cougar and coyotes. In recent years the elk have moved in as well as wolves.   Although the farming area has only a small amount of timber area it has very large canyons with large stands of pine that lead up into the rolling hills of the grain fields. As a kid I had hunted these canyons but we were always leery of the rattlesnakes. The summer of 1948 my dad killed thirty-five rattlers around our home.

Over the years there have been sasquatch sightings within about twenty miles and last year my wife found several (human looking) footprints three miles from my friend’s home.   Please see:  Small Footprints in Remote Areas.

John Webb standing in front of one of his old farm wagons with the grain fields of the Camas Prairie in the background.

I arrived at John’s farm in the early afternoon. John drove me around the edges of the canyons and we scouted out some good places to sound blast. You could easily see several miles across these deep narrow canyons. There are no permanent roads in these canyons with only the very rare hunter or local farmer out for a hike.  And although arid looking this time of year we could get see flowing streams in the canyon bottoms. As a special treat John asked me if I would like to go through the home where I lived during most of the 1950’s. I had not been in the house since 1957. Memories came flowing back to me of my early childhood.

A younger stand of pine tree in one of the many canyons that disect the farm country.

We set out two recorders, one on the edge of each of two large canyons near John’s farm.  John has two grandsons, Kurt and Trent who accompanied us as we sound blasted. I was in hopes that we would get some return calls as I am sure these young men would have been very excited to hear something aswer us . At 4 a.m. John and I again drove to the two recorder sites and repeated the sound blasting.

The evening was very quiet. Crickets were active. We heard several groups of coyotes but they were at such a distance that their sounds are buried in the white noise of the recording. Other than the crickets and a few coyotes I did record a Great Horned Owl.

A big thank you to John and all of his family who accepted me into their home, listened to my bigfoot storys and showed me around the country that I loved as a child. And as a special note, John’s wife Carol fixed a wonderful breakfast that included huckleberry pancakes. For folks who have never tasted these wonderful berries of the Northwest there are a real delight.

To listen to a short interview with John and his grandson’s while we are out soundblasting – please click here:  Camas Prairie