
I grew up in a Boy Scout household. That is to say, my father was a Boy Scout professional and where we lived was dependent upon his most recent promotion/position and our summers were spent living outside our own home. My father was also a summer camp director and as he needed to be on site when camp was in session, we came with him. This was a lot of fun and my brothers and I spent many hours exploring, swimming, and driving our mother nuts in some controlled version of
Lord of the Flies. As a result, I grew up liking the summer camp experience and that went throughout my Boy Scout experience.
When I got older, I decided I wanted to be a camp counselor – but not just any counselor. I wanted to work in the Nature Lodge and so I became a counselor in training (C.I.T.), counselor, and then area director at a summer camp just outside the Adirondack Park in Upstate New York. My pay was terrible but my summers were a lot of fun and some times reminded me of the funnier episodes of M.A.S.H. In the interest of full disclosure, however, I parted ways with this summer camp after the summer when I posted a sign in the Nature Lodge which read “Censorship is Un-American” in response to the black-listing of various campfire songs by the camp director (who was following an unofficial but not actively discouraged movement which may have had its source on the National level – but I can't say if that is true). That year was 1988 and while my difficulties with the Boy Scouts are interesting on their own, something more fascinating happened that summer.
As the Nature Area Director, I was responsible for a staff of two or three counselors, a C.I.T. or two, maintaining the lodge, organizing ecology projects, and teaching merit badge classes. One of these merit badge classes was Fish and Wildlife Management. The primary goal of this merit badge is to educate scouts in the ecological principles behind the management practices and policies used by governmental agencies and the like. One of the activities we took part in was making plaster casts of animals in our area and using these casts to identify the animal. The footprints could then be used to discuss the relative abundance of a particular species over another among other topics.
One morning before the rest of the camp was up, I took my Fish and Wildlife Management class out to a location on the opposite side of the camp's lake where I knew we would find a lot of animal activity because a well-used game trail crossed over the dirt road which nearly circumscribed the entire lake. I'll stop this part of the story here. I'll get back to it though. Don't worry.
The night before, I am told, the waterfront staff was out on their beach doing whatever they did down there when they heard what they thought was kids on the other side of the lake playing in the water. As it was their primary responsibility to know exactly who is in the water when they are allowed to be swimming and to keep anyone out when they aren't supposed to be, the waterfront crew was concerned. They had two options. Either they could hike around the lake to get to where they thought the scouts were or they could get in a row boat and be at the location within ten minutes. It was a no brain-er and soon they were rowing their way out to the point where they heard the noises.
As soon as they got within a reasonable distance from the shore, they started yelling something to the effect of “We know you're out there! Come on out and we'll take you back to your campsites.” When they heard no reply and saw nothing with their flashlights, they upped the ante and threatened to tell their scoutmaster (I guess implying they knew who these scouts were). Soon, though, things got weird.
They rowed in closer to shore and heard a loud splash near by. “It was like a large rock hitting the water” I was personally told by one of them after the event. “It sounded like a rock too big for someone to pick up.” I was also later informed. They shouted to shore that they had enough and that it was time to get in the boat. Another splash was heard nearby! And then another! I was told they felt as if someone or something was throwing large rocks at them and they were 12 o 15 feet off shore! None of the rocks were close enough that they felt its splash, or that they could even see the rock traveling through the air. They did see ripples on the surface though and they self-admittedly freaked out. Two of the staff members jumped out of the boat and swam all the way back to the waterfront on the other side of the lake while the third remaining staff member lost one of the oars and had to make it back in a less than auspicious manner. Think Benny Hill and you're probably not too far off base.
Now back to my part in this story. I don't remember if I heard the story of the waterfront staff's adventure that night before I went out with my students. It has been too long but it is likely I had. It just so happened that the area where the “rock throwing” occurred was where I intended to take my class and I suppose that, if I had heard the story, I would have gone out there to see if something had really happened. At the time, I was a skeptical believer in Bigfoot and I suspect I thought there may have been some evidence I could find. Plus, there was a rock outcrop on that side of the lake I wanted to examine (I was a Geology major at the time) because there was an ancient quartz quarry in the camp and I hoped I might find some interesting quartz crystals, etc.
We made our castings (mostly deer prints) and set about to looking for bear sign. I steered the class towards the outcrop. As it was just off the shoreline, I could look it over while the class examined the game trail that ran down one side of it. Well, the outcrop sucked. There wasn't one interesting thing I could find in it.
Frustrated, I climbed up it to examine the forest floor for footprints in the leaf litter and duff. Contrary to what some people believe, it is possible for animals to leave footprints through the leave litter on a forest floor. Certain conditions need to be present – like a soft enough soil – but it is possible. I hoped I could find something to show the class and I did. Noticing some disturbances on the surface, I peeled and brushed back the leaves to reveal a Bigfoot print!
At least, that's what I thought it was at the time and excitement was in the air. We had made an amazing discovery! Unfortunately, there was only one print and we only had enough plaster to fill about half of it. Undaunted, we mixed up our plaster and poured our cast. By this time, we had to return to camp for morning assembly and breakfast.
By the time breakfast was over, the entire camp knew about the footprint and I had been told the waterfront staff's story. Soon, the two were deduced to be a part of the same story – a Bigfoot had been foraging (or something similar) when it was startled by the waterfront staff. To intimidate them, it started tossing stones in their general direction (a characteristic often attributed to pissed off Bigfeet). My discovery of the footprint the very next morning only proved that this was what happened! By lunch time, a plan had been made that during Siesta (down time for campers and staff) an “expedition” of sorts would go to the site and look around while I recovered the cast. So, a large number of scoutmasters, staff, and campers rowed out to the outcrop and looked around. Many people took pictures and the feeling was very hard to describe. I felt like I was opening Tut's tomb and I was some kind of an expert.
The furor and excitement soon died down, however, and everybody went back to their daily lives. I know some people started calling the area where this all happened “Ape Bay” but I don't know if it is still referred to that way. It makes good creepy camp lore for a Scout camp.
So, did we find evidence of Bigfoot? Absolutely not. Although, at the time, I thought otherwise and would have told you so. I still even have the cast somewhere as a reminder. What happened then and why did I change my opinion? I think it is well worth examining and these lessons can be applied to just about any Bigfoot “sighting” out there.
There are three possible scenarios that could represent what happened. First, there was a Bigfoot like I described above. Second, someone performed a hoax (jokes of this caliber are not unheard of in summer camps) or, third, entirely natural (i.e. non-Bigfoot) events are misinterpreted. Let's examine the last two possibilities assuming the Bigfoot hypothesis is invalid as no evidence of the existence of Bigfoot has ever been found. By applying Occam's razor, this possibility can be ruled out.
Could someone have performed a hoax? Certainly they could but I'd wonder why someone would want to go through all the trouble. The staff that summer really wasn't into pranking each other. Moral wasn't that good. Plus, sitting out in the woods, being bitten by mosquitoes waiting to hear the waterfront staff on the other side of the lake sounds like a really crappy time to me. Also, it takes about an hour to hike to this particular location so this “prank” may end up being an all-nighter – and that was if if the waterfront staff didn't go out for the night! For these reasons, I find this explanation highly improbable.
So what might be the natural explanation? It's really simple now that I look back upon the events of that day from this vantage point. The lake is not very large. In fact, it is rather small and is man made as the result of a damn on one end. It is spring fed and lacks any form of inlet. These quiet waters are surrounded by a mixed forest but closer to the shoreline, there is a lot of birch and other deciduous trees. As a result, the lake is a perfect environment for beavers and, as a matter of fact, there were two families on the lake that year – one on either end of the lake. I strongly suspect that the sound of stones hitting water that the waterfront staff reported was, in fact, beavers slapping their tails. For those of you who are unfamiliar with beaver behavior, they will slap their tails on the surface of the water when they are startled or feel threatened. Not only does it spook and distract a potential predator, it warns all the beavers in the area that something is afoot. Beavers are active at night and it is during this time that they are rather busy eating and gnawing down trees – just the type of saplings that were present in the area of the “encounter”. Actually, there was plenty of signs of beaver activity in the immediate area the next morning as I distinctly recall pointing out their recent work to my class.
Alright, that explains the noises but why was the staff scared? Simple. They encountered something they couldn't identify and they panicked. They may have had a buzz on (a definite no-no in the Boy Scout world) and this could have made things worse. Regardless, they fed off of each others fear and that caused them to behave the way they did.
What about the footprint? It wasn't a footprint at all. Rather, it was probably an indentation of some sort that just happened to be beneath an area of disturbed leaves. What disturbed the leaves? Some animal but it certainly wasn't Bigfoot. This claim is supported by my observation that there was only one “footprint”. At the time, I attributed this to a wily animal that was selectively walking on rocks to conceal its presence (Bigfoot is smart don't you know). This “theory” has been put forward by many “serious” cryptozoologists in the past. It's nothing more than confirmation bias and special pleading all rolled up into a nice package. There was no Bigfoot there that night and there was no footprint, no track, nothing. If there was such a creature there, why didn't we see any evidence of it on the muddy road itself or anywhere along the paths we traveled. After all, we did see signs of deer, bear, raccoons, beavers, numerous birds, and the like.
The final icing on this crazy cake is the “expedition” to the site. All I can attribute the attitude to that event is some sort of mass hysteria or mass delusion that I, with the waterfront staff directly fed. Everyone turned to me (the waterfront staff included) for an answer and, poof!, I was suddenly an authority. From that point on, I was arguing entirely from authority without any evidence. Had I the sense I do now, I would have probably come up with the beaver explanation that morning. You see, I slept in my program area in a tent and it was 20 or so feet away from the water's edge. I listened to the beavers work and slap their tails all night long. Had I not gotten caught up in the excitement and, thereby, blinded myself to the rational explanation this whole embarrassing mess could have been avoided.
So there it is. The rational explanation to a Bigfoot “encounter”. The only Bigfoot there that night and the next morning was in our minds. We wanted there be an unexplained creature living in the woods. Maybe it was because we were having a crappy summer otherwise and we subconsciously wanted something to make the experience otherwise special. What ever the reason, we fell for confirmation bias and mass hysteria spread it to a camp of impressionable scouts. Let this story be a lesson for the next time you read about a Bigfoot experience. Don't look for the monster. Look at the people claiming to have seen it. What might be going on in their lives?
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