A site dedicated to the review and analysis of potential sasquatch vocalizations, Sasquatch Bioacoustic combines techniques from the domains of intelligence collection, audio analysis and bioacoustic studies to examine the evidence of sasquatch through their vocalizations. ~Monongahela

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

First Trip of the Year - March 2010

My first personal research trip of 2010 turned out to be very successful, from an audio recording perspective. I've posted three pieces of the recordings I made the evening of March 20th.

The first is a couple of loud owl hoots that came in response to some vocals and wood knocks I had made. I respond to the hoots with one vocal bark and three rock clacks. I wood knock is audible at the 20 second mark:

Some time later, in the second recording, a series of whoops has started up on the hill above me. I can't hear the early whoops in this recording at the time, and only heard the loudest whoops at the very end of the recording as I sat by my campfire. The vocal at 1:19 is punctuated with a wood knock:

In the third recording the vocals have turned from whoops into downward "woos" and are farther away from camp. Again, only the loudest of these were audible at the time. Vocals at 0:23 and 0:25 seconds seem to be from two different speakers. A wood knock is audible at 0:26:

Trip Report...

On March 20th I wanted to see if the snow had melted enough that I could gain access to the research area where I recorded wood knocks for the first time, last August. I was about ten miles short of my destination when the road became impassible with deep snow left from the February "double whammy" storms that hit this part of the east coast.

So I turned to my plan B, a visit to the location where I heard (but did not record) a single wood knock as I stepped from my vehicle last September. This area is about 15 miles away from the first, but 1000 feet lower in elevation and less likely to be snowed in. But I was wrong about that.

When I arrived at my destination, I found the last half mile to be about 8 inches deep in snow. No one had driven on the snow since it fell 7 weeks ago, and only one set of boot tracks were laid down, going in, but not coming out. I parked my truck and decided to hoof it in to where I wanted to camp, check out the area, see if I could drive all the way in, etc.

I turned on my recorder before my vehicle came to a stop. I parked next to a truck with Georgia tags, apparently belonging to the boot prints that went hiking down the road ahead of me. I got my gear together and started following those tracks south, into my destination.

Along the way I was trying to listen to my surroundings. I heard a loud wood pecker from time to time. Then I thought I heard a loud bark. I stopped and listened, but nothing. I continued on and some time later, heard a loud bark again. This wasn't my imagination. It was loud enough to overcome the noise of my own hiking filling my ears. But I couldn't tell what direction it came from, it was just too indistinct. I did a lot more hiking that day, about 5 miles all together, and heard similar barks from time to time, but could never nail down their source. I should have some of them captured on audio, and will have to spend some time later to isolate them.

As I reached my turn around point, the bitter end of the driveable road where some partiers had built a fire ring, I noticed the loan hiker's boots continued on along a marked hiking trail that followed a stream down the valley. Later in the day I would follow those tracks. That guy covered some ground.

I ate my lunch by the fire ring and listened quietly. There was nothing loud enough for my ears to pick up, no more barks, but a cursory review of my audio recordings seem to have captured some possible vocals and wood knocks. Again these will bear further scrutiny (I used two recorders that weekend and have 26 hours of audio to plow through).

After lunch I picked up my gear and hiked back out to my truck. I decided the parking location of my truck was a great place to deploy my new parabolic mic for its first field trial. I went north from my truck and dropped down over the roadside and into the woods about 50 feet. I propped the parabolic up on a tripod against a fallen tree and pointed it out over a deep valley and at the ridge a half mile to the north east. This was pointing away from the area I would camp in, and would hopefully capture sounds that I wouldn't hear from camp. My camp position was in the next valley to the south and behind the ridge where I had parked.

Back at the truck I put it in 4 wheel low and carefully made my way up the snowy lane. I had tested the depths and thought with a little luck I should be able to make it through the worst. Halfway through my driving ordeal I look up the road to see the loan hiker returning. He stopped to say hi, I admitted that I was the second set of tracks he saw. Before I could ask if he'd heard or seen anything he seemed in a hurry to move on, so I ended the conversation and plowed ahead.

I got to my camp location at about 2 p.m. and had plenty of time to hike and scope out the local area. I went downstream following the hiker's boot tracks in the snow. After a half mile his tracks kept going, but I didn't. I heard another bark while I hiked back to camp and decided to head down another trail that went into the next valley to the south. I squirrel hunted this valley last fall and saw bear sign there. I was familiar with what I was seeing but wanted to scope it out as a potential recording location. Unfortunately, due to all the snow melt, a roaring stream was running down this valley and completely drowning out any other sounds (an issue the valley I camped in did not have).

I got back to my camp at about 5:00 p.m. and decided to drive out for a dinner at one of my favorite local restaurants. I returned to my camp as the sun was going down and then got down to business. I double checked the parabolic mic on the way in. It was doing fine and recording for all it was worth.

At my camp I parked about 40 feet away from the fire ring in a nice level spot and next to a small boggy area. I was in the center of a narrow valley, about 100 yards wide, and equidistant between the bases of the two ridges that framed the valley between them. The ridges and valley ran east to west, with downstream being to the east. I was at the head water, or western end of the valley. The ridges to the north and south of camp were about 100 feet higher in elevation than my campsite in the valley floor. The nearest houses were 2 miles as the crow flies to the north, three ridges and three valley's away.

As the sun set I put together a campfire and pulled out my camp chair. The audio recorder was hanging in a small tree, near my truck and away from me. But even at that distance, the sensitive mics easily picked up every little sound I made.

The night was mostly clear and a crescent moon would be setting in about four hours. While it lasted I had periodic moonlight illuminating the splotches of snow under the trees around my camp, except for the ridge to the north which was cloaked in dense red spruce evergreens. Unlike the first time I camped alone, last year, I was not feeling quite so unsettled. This was certainly a creepy camp location, but the fire kept things lit up well and I was pretty comfortable.

At about 8 p.m. it was full dark and I started to make a few wood knocks, then some bark-like vocals, then a few rock clacks, and some whistles. I tried not to over do it. I would leave long pauses of space between each of the sounds that I created. I'd been doing this for about an hour or so when I heard two loud owl hoots from the northwest, upstream and toward where the parabolic dish was located a half mile away. They were pretty loud and sounded very owl-like. I had no reason to doubt they were an owl but they did raise my suspicion a bit. So I responded to the owl hoots with a single bark vocal and then three rock clacks. You can hear this in the first recording in the thread linked at the top of this report. (You can also hear a wood knock at the 20 second point, after my bark and before my rock clacks. And no, I didn't make that wood knock).

I heard nothing more so after a bit I went to my truck, got out a beer and a little laptop computer I travel with. I sat down next to the fire and turned my back to the thick forest on the north ridge (the ridge to the south was forested in deciduous trees, but blocked form view by more conifers around my camp).

I was writing happily on an audio recording "howto" that I intend to share here on the forum. It had been about 45 minutes or so since the owl hoot, and then I heard it...

Up on the ridge behind me, maybe a couple hundred yards away, I heard a low "woo" start up and then a second, immediately followed by a hollow wood knock. The affect on me was immediate. Every bit of my senses were focused on that sound. I stopped my typing and listened keenly as two more, louder but short woos came down from the woods above. They had an eerieness to them that told me, "this is no owl", and I smiled to myself as the hair on my arms, neck and head all stood on end.

It was an involuntary smile really, but I think it was in response to the knowledge that I was experiencing for the first time an effect that has been described by so many people on this forum. I felt it was a sort of initiation.

The vocals I heard are captured in the second recording listed in the thread linked at the top of this report. After listening to the recording, it was interesting to find that the recorder captured several low woos and a couple of wood knocks which I could not hear at the time. It wasn't until the final, loudest vocalizations, that I was even aware something was up there. The recording also reveals a wood knock right in the middle of one of the vocals.

I listened intently for more vocals, but nothing else came. Somehow my mind jumped to the conclusion that these woos and the earlier owl hoots were connected, and that my vocalizations and knocks had brought this thing closer to my camp, where I was camped alone, and where no one knew of my location, in an area that had been snowed in for two months until I drove into it. With all that rushing through my mind, I just couldn't bring myself to voice a response to those vocals. I thought the risk of drawing this thing in even closer was just too great given my singular vulnerability.

Hindsight being 20/20, I probably should have made a vocal, just to let it know that I knew it was there. But that kind of reasoning didn't enter the equation. Whatever that thing was, I'm sure it knew I was down there. My campfire smoke filled the top end of the valley and the firelight would have been visible at great distance, even through those dark spruce forests.

I just stayed hunkered in my seat, not moving, just listening. Eventually, after hearing no approaching foot steps behind me, I went back to typing. I kept an ear out for more sounds, but relaxed enough to get my head back into what I was writing. It was some time later, maybe 15 minutes, when I heard the vocals again.

They were lower this time, and instead of ascending in tone, they were descending in tone. And they were farther away, maybe a quarter mile to the east. It seemed that whatever this thing was, it was moving away. It vocalized a few times and then went quiet. Somehow this relaxed me a little. The third recording in the thread linked at the top of this report captures these vocals, and again, my ears only picked up the loudest of the vocals. The recorder captured more, including wood knocks. It's also interesting that at 23 seconds there is a very soft, low vocal and at 25 seconds a much louder, clearer vocal. They sound like different voices, as if two speakers are interacting with each other.

Not long after this I decided it was time to turn in. I climbed into the back of my SUV and soundly locked all the doors. But try as I might, I could not get to sleep. For hours I tossed and turned and imagined that I could hear footsteps outside my vehicle. Twice I had to get out to use the bathroom, and doing so at 5 a.m. was a real exercise.

Eventually the sun came up though, and I was none the worse for wear. I packed up my audio recorder, which was fine at 5 a.m., but dead by 7 a.m. (the temps had dropped below freezing and possibly drained the battery). I was driving away at 7:15 and picked up the parabolic from its location on the way out. It too was dead despite having a lithium battery.

Since getting back home I've been trying to isolate those sound you hear above, and skim through the rest of the audio for any other vocals. My initial impression, which needs closer scrutiny to verify, is that something did come check me out at around 3 or 4 a.m., if the single wood knocks in close proximity to my camp are any indication (I hope to post more on this later). And the parabolic mic seems to have had some luck as well, including a series of low moaning barks in the middle of the night.

As a final interesting aside, I think if you pay close attention to the vocals in the third recording, it becomes evident why some of the old timers called these things yahoos.

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