Squatch

By R.S. Lehner

In the 10 years since the advent of the 21st. century, what was supposed to go away had remained. Bigfoot, Sasquatch, or Yeti sightings had not decreased, but were still being reported at an ever-increasing rate. Today, with everyone having cameras on their phones, the digital pictures, though of poor quality, had continued to plague the press and investigators.

The same was true of the U.F.O. phenomenon which was even older and researched more in the nineteen sixties by more credible investigators; the U.S. Government with Project Blue Book was supposed to come to some kind of conclusion of this age-old malady.

Many new concepts and theories are emerging as to the connectivity between these two phenomena and others, and an overall feeling has developed among many researchers that in some Parallel-Universe way, they are all connected!

I find it somewhat amusing that any academically trained scientist, whether it is in Zoology, Biology, Astronomy or Physics is immediately stymied by his colleagues when at some juncture he wavers from the accepted “norm”, in evaluating and theorizing an incident which defies known “laws”, and wanders into the metaphysical or paranormal climes to postulate his interpretation.

The following is a fictional account about an encounter with unknown entities in Oregon State, Mount Hood to be exact. The characters are fictional and the story line mine. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. This also applies to locations and incidents.

I would also like to inform you that the material contained herein may be vulgar and offensive at times. This happens when three men, go out to find and hunt down, with much apprehension, what they locally and jovially refer to as a SQUATCH.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.S. Lehner
• Release date: Feb 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466023277

R.S. Lehner

I enjoy the idea of creating mystic and questioning tales that inspire others to peer into the possibilities. Writing is a way of opening doors that would remain closed without it.To see a thought brought to light on paper and then continuing on is a perfect example of fulfilled expression. My interests include; Anthropology,Paranormal,Bigfoot,Ghosts and UFOs. There's a lot on my plate that needs to be shared. Writing allows me to do just that and to that end I am grateful. I have four books available at Smashwords and on Amazon; Beckoning http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005H7PZT2 SQUATCH http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0064D1YN4 Creature from Crex Meadow http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004Z8820S Sometimes They Follow You Home http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007L74C2M

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SQUATCH

A TALE BY R.S.LEHNER

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Squatch

R.S. Lehner

Table of Contents

Prelude

CHAPTER 1-THE INCIDENT

CHAPTER 2-HUMBOLTD DAM

CHAPTER 3-THE RAIN

CHAPTER 4-THE-LURE

CHAPTER 5-AMBIENCE

CHAPTER 6-CRAWL

CHAPTER 7-ENCORE

CHAPTER 8-THE CAVE

CHAPTER 9-MEN IN BLACK

CHAPTER 10-TRANSPIRING

CHAPTER 11-MARY WELLS

CHAPTER 12-REVOKED

PRELUDE

In the 10 years since the advent of the 21st. century, what was supposed to go away had remained.  Bigfoot, Sasquatch, or Yeti sightings had not decreased, but were still being reported at an ever-increasing rate.  Today, with everyone having cameras on their phones, the digital pictures, though of poor quality, had continued to plague the press and investigators.

The same was true of the U.F.O. phenomenon which was even older and researched more in the nineteen sixty’s by more credible investigators; the U.S. Government with Project Blue Book was supposed to come to some kind of conclusion of this age-old malady.  After years of study they surmised that it was all, for the most part, explainable, and therefore without merit.  Project Blue Book concluded, under extreme pressure from the Government, that reports should be dismissed as either group hysteria or misinterpretations.  This was a scam that set the investigations of this world-wide epidemic on its ear, for they suspected that there were no such things as UFO’s or Flying Saucers ( a term coined in 1947 by a civilian pilot named Kenneth Arnold and the press which was highly publicized and occurred on June 24th. 1947 near Mount Rainier Washington).  The term UFO which replaced Flying Saucers, was adopted by the media in 1952 as a common reference to anything unknown and of any shape observed flying around in the sky.  Be that seen by the human eye or radar, which was then referred to as a bogy or blip.  After years of study, Project Blue Book convulsed upon itself and regurgitated that;

"1. No UFO reported, investigated, and evaluated by the Air Force was ever an indication of threat to our national security;

2.there was no evidence submitted to or discovered by the Air Force that sightings categorized as unidentified represented technological developments or principles beyond the range of modern scientific knowledge; and

3. there was no evidence indicating that sightings categorized as unidentified were extraterrestrial vehicles."  (Wikipedia-Project Blue Book)

Many new concepts and theories are emerging as to the connectivity between these two phenomena and others, and an overall feeling has developed among many researchers that in some Parallel-Universe way, they are all connected!  From foul smelling ape-like creatures; ABSM’s, Yeti’s, Sasquatch, to Fairies, Leprechauns, UFOs, Ghosts, Angels and monstrous Demons, something has, and is, still finding its portal or way into our physical existence.  Whether beckoned and intentionally called upon, through ancient rites such as Alchemy and Witchcraft, or just unknowingly stupid actions involving objects such as Ouija Boards and Divining Rods, to naturally occurring Magnetic Anomalies, these things exist, and have both physical and ethereal properties!  Notice I did not say they were real.  There is a fine line of resolution here that everyone determines differently.  Either that or everyone seeing these peculiarities is insane.

Government agencies have called credible multiple sightings Mass Hysterias.  To me, that is insane.  The so-called appearance of unnatural phenomena, whether in the Pacific Northwest with Bigfoot, or a world away in the Himalayas, Abominable Snowman, should not be dismissed.  The UFOs over Mexico City, and recently Phoenix Arizona, with the triangular shaped gigantic UFOs of March 13, 1997, should all be taken very seriously by both the Governments involved and investigated by the collective sciences that be.  They really should get their act together.

I find it somewhat amusing that any academically trained scientist, whether it is in Zoology, Biology, Astronomy or Physics is immediately stymied by his colleagues when at some juncture he wavers from the accepted norm, in evaluating and theorizing an incident which defies known laws, and wanders into the metaphysical or paranormal climes to postulate his interpretation thereof.  This is especially true in crypto zoology, but as Sonny and Cher would say and the beat goes on.

The Government involvement was the fall-out detritus from the widely published Incident at Roswell New Mexico in 1947, where some had claimed an alien had survived the crash of a saucer shaped flying object.  What was originally reported by the military as a true extraterrestrial crash, was hurriedly retracted and emphatically covered up by the powers that were then and still are: the U.S. Air Force, the C.I.A. and our Government and from these emerged the so-called M.I.B.’s, or Men in Black.  We were told by the Air Force that the mix-up was in fact caused by a lost and crashed high altitude surveillance balloon from a then secret project called MOGUL.  This took place on a New Mexican cattle ranch owned by a man named Brazel.  The U.S. Air Force and civil authority personnel were all witnesses to some astonishing events, which if true, were of worldwide concern and consequence.

Many of these first hand witnesses, reported being threatened by the military and later by the M.I.B.s, to forget what they had witnessed and never tell anyone, under threat of death to themselves and their families.  All this intimidation was hurriedly undertaken by various covert operatives in the field, then and now, these things still go on.  All the information in these so-called documents were labeled and classified TOP SECRET and not recoverable or accessible to the general public until decades later under the Freedom of Information Act, but by that time, many of the names and important details on these documents were blacked out and unreadable, and many others had simply disappeared.  I am not a conspiracist, but I believe this was meant to ward off national panic at the time because of this;

Orson Welles narration in 1938 of The War of the Worlds performed for the radio drama anthology series Mercury Theater, was reported to have caused wide spread panic and mayhem among its listeners.  In addition, although the incidents were probably over stated, it did cause the American Public and the Government to realize the power of the radio and potential for abuse.  It led to the realization of the power of Mass Communications as a force to be reckoned with.  Indeed, Adolph Hitler used his propaganda speeches through this radio medium to mesmerize a country into war.  A vile and vicious undertaking in which millions were put to death in Nazi Prison Camps as the free world fought the Axis powers in a worldwide undertaking that killed millions more.  History would call it World War 2.  The influence on the public of this new swaying media was misunderstood and its study gave way to a new science called Psychology.

The following is a fictional account about an encounter with unknown entities in Oregon State, Mount Hood to be exact.  The characters are fictional and the story line mine.  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.  This also applies to locations and incidents.  I would also like to inform you that the material contained herein may be vulgar and offensive at times.  This happens when three men, go out to find and hunt down, with much apprehension, what they locally and jovially refer to as a SQUATCH.

This is copyrighted material and may not be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the author.

R.S. LEHNER

Jan. 5, 2011

CHAPTER 1-THE INCIDENT

"Sometimes you witness something so overwhelming, that you simply cannot be…Just a witness."

The stories had gotten bigger and wilder in the past years.  Few of them were even vaguely similar to the original.  Jerry Molland and his half-brother Mike Gordon both used to enjoy listening to their grandfather tell them when they were kids.  They always started about the same with the late-night campers sitting around their campfire and then the rustling and finally the crack of that unknown footstep.  This was the buildup and as always, it turned out to be a bear or deer or some other natural creature.  Not this time.

The recent reports coming into the Ranger station were anything but normal.  Both the Oregon Department of Natural Resources and Local Police Officials had looked with increasing angst upon these recorded tourist sightings and were obviously becoming concerned.  The most recent was indeed disturbing.  The Officers assumed that either a very large, hairy pervert was running around naked near the Humboldt campsite or something was there that really needed further investigation.  The camping permits were taking a beating as no one, except foolish teens on a dare, wanted to venture into that 43,000-acre preserve especially near the dam at Harris Lake.

The camping space stickers, which usually were sold out a year in advance, had been just piling up in the corner on the shelf.  Department of Natural Resources agent Jerry Molland looked again at the latest report and picked up the phone.  In a few seconds, his brother answered.  Damn he loved these new cell phones.

Hello and a whaaatsuppp…?

Mike, this is your older brother.

Yea I know I’ve gots the caller I.D. thingamajig.

Hey Mike, ah, meet me for lunch at Luster’s Diner.  I’ve got something I want you to look at.

No problem bro, what is it?

I’ll show you when I see you.  Eleven thirty sound O.K.?

You got it buddy, see you then.

Jerry sat in at his desk and breathed a deep sigh.  Robbie, his son’s birthday was coming next Saturday, he’d be thirteen, and what he was planning to do may ruin everything for that special day.  But he knew something had to be done and now.

Jerry Molland was a big man in his late thirty’s.  Originally, from Portland, he and his brother Mike had grown up there.  Their mother had married her high school sweet heart and soon after Jerry was born, he had been killed in a terrible car accident.  Jerry was only four when it happened and she, being young and attractive, had soon re-married one of the nicest men Jerry could ever know.  He could hardly remember his own father but when he did, it was a warm and good feeling.  Michael was born soon after his mother and Ted tied the knot.  Jerry loved Mike and they were inseparable.  They both had their mother’s blue eyes and light brown hair, though Mike had a cowlick, which made it almost impossible to comb for years.  Now with the brothers in their thirty’s, Jerry was slowly losing his hair and Mike never stopped to remind him of his superior genetics.

The family had moved to a small town in northern Oregon near Mount Hood where Ted found a great job with the DNR, while Jerry and Mike just kinda tagged along and became just normal kids in the friendly neighborhood.  The brothers were readily accepted in Baylor, a small Oregonian village that sat right under the mountain’s shadow, and it wasn’t long before they had graduated from high school and had girlfriends.  Jerry had found work with his dad in the DNR.  Mike had enlisted in the Marines and had eventually shipped over to Iraq.  When he returned the problems had begun.  His marriage had not worked out and he had become a man with a short fuse and a basic dislike of chipped beef on toast.  He liked his Windsor on ice, and washed it down with Miller light; owned enough firearms to storm Normandy and loved to fight.  Fires, that is, Mike had become a National Forest Fire Volunteer besides working for the local city Fire Department.

Walking over to the rifle rack, Jerry unlocked it and pulled the 700 Remington out.  This he thought was his leverage over whatever might be causing all the problems.  The rifle was equipped with a leather hand engraved strap with his name.  His boy had made it for him last year.  Opening the bolt, he shouldered and aimed it through the new Leupold VX-R 4-12X40mm CDS scope that he had just sighted in two weeks ago.  It had cost him a fortune, but now this was the cat’s ass weapon of choice and it was one seriously powerful optical configuration.  He slowly closed the bolt and dry fired the rifle.  A serious click reverberated through the office.  Grabbing a box of 308 rounds, he headed for the Jeep Cherokee out front.  Stopping there and scratching his head, he headed back in for extra rounds for his Glock model 22-40 caliber S.W. pistol and just to be safe he snagged another box of the 308’s, just in case.  He laughed at himself as he got into the DNR Jeep Cherokee for being so apprehensive and stuffed the extra ammo under the front seat.

Mike was at his usual booth flirting with Fran the waitress.  A vivacious big-breasted redhead that was cold as ice to most guys.  Because of her extra tight and short dress, Mike had said her legs ran all the way up to her ass.  Jerry didn’t get it.  Rumor around town was she apparently liked females too.  Mike had told her that they had a lot in common, as they both liked women.  This hadn’t gone over very well with Fran but it was soon forgotten (3 months ago) and now his stupid brother was still giving her the come-on.  Jerry figured he’d never learn.  Then he remembered something his foster dad Ted had told him, which was a pearl of wisdom to his young ears; "a man always wants what he can’t have."

Mike smiled as his big brother came in and sat down and with one last pat on Fran’s ass he said, I ordered us the usual Buster Luster Burgers with fries.  You get the raw onions cuz I’m on the make.

I can see that.  Jerry said as he handed a large manila envelope over and sat down.

The front of the envelope was marked DNR-Reserved, which meant the reports contained were not for everyone’s eyes.  It was one of those re-usable envelopes with the red string wrapped around the two buttons.  Mike quickly opened it and put the reports into four piles.  He had seen these before when old-man Larson’s son Will went fishing and had gone missing.  It’s kinda funny how people say someone has gone missing, Mike thought as he picked up the first report.  Gone missing implies that someone intentionally went away and evidently on purpose.  It was like military intelligence or jumbo shrimp.  There was a word for this but he couldn’t remember it.

He slowly read each report in silence while Jerry sipped his coffee.  After what seemed an eternity he scratched his head and looked at Jerry straight in the eyes and said,

This is a bad one Jerry-and I mean bad.

Jerry knew Mike would make sense out of the mess in front of him.  He was a local town Fireman and National Forest Fire Volunteer who had taken a keen interest in Bigfoot ever since he was in grade school.

Mike lit a cigarette and drew on it deeply.  Looking again at reports number two and three he shuffled them together and let out the smoke.  A huge cloud enveloped the table and Jerry coughed.

God Mike, do you have to smoke?

Mike put down the reports and said,

You know I can’t quit.  Hell I’ve even worn the patch and choked on that Nicorette gum till I was blue in the face and my jaw hurt...  By the way, did you know you can’t blow bubbles with that shit?  Anyway I’ve got more fucking sludge in these air sacks from forest fires than from these puny cigarettes.

With that Mike slapped his chest with both hands and coughed.  That caused everyone in the restaurant to look at them, even Fran, who had turned and scowled at him.  Grabbing his coffee mug and looking frustratingly at his older brother Mike said,

Back to this Jerry, this is some serious shit and you know it.  Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting there asking my opinion.

Fran had the burgers at hand and the brother’s ate in silence.  Both were aware of the implications in the reports, Jerry to some degree, but Mike to the max.  Fran looked perplexed at Mike as he had all of a sudden started ignoring her.

Mike finished the huge burger first and grabbed a napkin.  Picking up the second report while wiping ketchup from his mouth said,

"Says here that whatever was