Teddy Roosevelt & Bigfoot

U.S. President and famed outdoor adventurer, Theodore (Teddy) Roosevelt had heard of
a phenomenal Bigfoot attack and so wrote about it in his book,
The Wilderness Hunter in
1893.  Teddy Roosevelt shares his Bigfoot tale about a German fur trapper he calls
"Bauman" who was trapping with a friend near the Salmon River in the Bitterroot
Mountains (somewhere between Idaho and Montana).  Did they encounter Bigfoot?  The
description is uncanny to today's Bigfoot sightings.  

The following is the Bigfoot story excerpted from Teddy Roosevelt's book:
bigfoot attacks
Teddy Roosevelt Bigfoot Story - Tale from Roosevelt
I have heard but few ghost
stories while living on the
frontier, and few were of a
perfectly commonplace and
conventional type.

But I once listened to a
goblin story which rather
impressed me.  It was told
by a grisled,
weather-beaten old
mountain hunter, named
Bauman who was born and had passed all his life on the frontier.  He must have believed what he
said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German
ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore, so
that man fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by
the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the spectres, and the
formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who
after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk; and it may be that when overcome by
the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown,
he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what
was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no
man can say.

When the event occurred Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among
the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River.  Not having had
much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through
which ran a small stream said to contain many beaver.  The pass has an evil reputation because
the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was there slain, seemingly by a wild
beast, the half-eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed
his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighed very lightly with the two trappers, who were as
adventurous and hardy as others of their kind.  They took their two lean mountain ponies to the
foot of the pass, where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground
being from thence onwards impracticable for horses.  They then struck out on foot through the
vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to
camp, as signs of game were plenty.

There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down
and opening their packs, they started up stream.  The country was very dense and hard to travel
through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the sombre woodland was
broken by small glades of mountain grass.

At dusk they again reached camp.  The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the
tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall.  On one side was a little stream, beyond
which rose the steep mountain-slopes, covered with the unbroken growth of the evergreen forest.

They were surprised to find that during their short absence something, apparently a bear, had
visited their camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their
packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to.  The footprints of the beast were quite
plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the
lean-to, laying out their beds and stores, and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine
the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder
had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp.  When the brand flickered out, he returned
and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely.  Coming back to the fire,
he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness and suddenly remarked, "Bauman,
that bear has been walking on two legs."  Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he
was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by
but two paws, or feet.  However, it was too dark to make sure.  After discussing whether the
footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could
not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets and went to sleep under the lean-to.

At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise and sat up in his blankets.  As he did so his
nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the
darkness at the mouth of the lean-to.  Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow,
but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the underwood as the
thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.

After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more.  
In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and to
put out new ones.  By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp
towards evening.

On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment, that the lean-to had been again torn down.  
The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp
kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty.  The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on
leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook, where the footprints were as plain
as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing
was, it had walked off on but two legs.

The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs, and kept up a roaring fire
throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard for most of the time.  About midnight the
thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hill-side
for nearly an hour.  They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it
uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound.  Yet it did not venture near
the fire.

In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last thirty-six hours,
decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon.  They were the
more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very
little fur.  However, it was necessary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and
this they started out to do.

All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty.  On first leaving
camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed.  In the dense spruce thickets they
occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed; and now and then there were slight
rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.

At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp.  In the high, bright sunlight their fears
seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through the long years of lonely
wandering in the wilderness to face every kind of danger from man, brute, or element.  There were
still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine nearby.  Bauman volunteered to
gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the
packs.

On reaching the pond, Bauman found three beaver in the traps, one of which had been pulled
loose and carried into the beaver house.  He took several hours securing and preparing the
beaver, and when he started homewards he marked with some uneasiness how low the sun was
getting.  As he hurried towards camp, under the tall trees, the silence and desolation of the forest
weighed on him.  His feet made no sound on the pine needles, and the slanting sun rays, striking
through among the straight trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered
indistinctly.  There was nothing to break the ghostly stillness which, when there is no breeze,
always broods over these sombre primeval forests.
At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay, and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer.  The
camp fire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.  Near it lay the packs, wrapped and arranged.
At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call.  Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did
so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce.  Rushing towards it the horrified
trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat.

The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story.

The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the
dense woods, to wait for his companion.  While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, which must have been lurking nearby in
the woods, waiting for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking with long,
noiseless steps, and seemingly still on two legs.  Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his
head back with its forepaws, while it buried its teeth in his throat.  It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and
gambolled round it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless
depths of the woods.

Bauman, utterly unnerved, and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half
devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he
reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing.  Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until
far beyond the reach of pursuit.
Teddy Roosevelt - Bigfoot Picture
The Wilderness Hunter - Roosevelt, Teddy Bigfoot
Left:
Photograph of President Theodore Roosevelt and
author of the book, "The Wilderness Hunter" seen at
right.

Teddy, from where the name "teddy bear" was derived,
was also a leader of the Republican and Progressive
Parties, Governor of New York, a historian, naturalist,
explorer, hunter and soldier.   

Stories of his personality, high-energy and manliness
are now legendary.
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