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COUNTY: El Dorado County
LOCATION DETAILS: the dam or reservoir, what ever you call it, has a road running over the top of it. coming from gorgetown going to loon lake you would start going over the dam before you cross it you go over the spillway. a big cement canal runs down the back of the dam down into a cannel. on side has a shear face the other has an access road leading down along the spillway to the bottom. a maintenance road you might say. but at the top of the road has a gate with a lock. but its enough to park a car of the road. if a ranger came we would of surly gotten a ticket.
NEAREST TOWN: Georgetown
NEAREST ROAD: Wentworth Springs Rd.
OBSERVED: i went fishing with my girlfriend at stumpy meadows last winter. we been up their about five days out of the week. early in the morning we would arrive try to get the line in the water as much as possible. the rest of the time i would be looking for gold. we mostly stuck around the dam and the spillway. my gold fever and wanting to catch a trout with my fly poll got me to wonder down along the spill way. the hole time i couldn’t shake the bad filling i had well we had. it was the hair on the back of your neck being watched felling. i was at the vary bottom of the spillway in the middle of the stream standing on a rock fishing. my girlfriend was about twenty feet away panning. she said something lick lets get otta here something’s watching us. i told her i was catching it for awhile now to. so we climbed out of our little spot and onto a service rode that ran along the spillway. the hole time rubbernecking left right and especially behind us .some thing was putting the creep on us and was getting closer. we were walking as fast as you could without running or looking like you were scared sh**liss .but we both knew if one or the other broke and made for the car you might be last. so we held our ground and walked as casually as could be. i informed her that something was up on the other side of the spillway the hole time we were their watching us. and it was keeping pace with us as we made our way up the steep road. the thing behind us came from down bellow us on the same side of the stream and it was following just far enough not to be seen. we would stop it would stop. im a native american from auburn, and some of my relatives live in foresthill. and ive spent many nights with my cousins hunting though hills. I’ve been followed by mountain cities a couple times. so i know the experience when that’s the case. this was not the case sadly, if you were there you could say sadly, i would much rather a cat follow me somehow. but just in case it was a cat driving us or not. i told her to lock and load. that usually does the trick for the hiby jibys but not this time. the things present made my firearm fill like it was a rubber band and folded paper, and extra weight for when she bolted before me to the car. the last twenty feet to the car was easy. the thing had stopped about seventy feet before the car i stood watch as she loaded the car in record speed. a inflatable two man canoe four fishing poles ice chest, tackle, fit in the back set of my camero some how in thirty seconds. we pulled out of the entrance way and on to the road in the middle of the dam. it was dark by now no cars nothing all day. we got out to gather ourselves and unload and put away the pistols, while she did that i walked back towered the spillway something big and black came up and around the spillway and up the other side of the hill were the other thing was. i was about one hundred feet from were they were. i didn’t feel the fear as before. in a gap between some cwaycky brush one large thing and two smaller things followed. i yelled “hey” loudly. the things gurgled some what back at me. they kept this up as they walked up over the hill from me. it was some what like four quick gereag gereag gereag gerags, than lick two than a couple more. than they some what repeated the same sequence again. all the while walking up over the crest of the hill, into the darkness. it reminded me of a mother giving me a tongue lashing or her children one after a close call. well thats what i related it to, but what was fact is it was talking something. im not to certain on the right number of individual words there were but it definitely was in some sort of sentence structure, stopped than repeated again.
ALSO NOTICED: just the similarities in the conduct of how they waited for the one lone thing to catch up. how you could say they were waiting for the other to catch up. this is after i seen the other two already up on the other side. the one that followed us was smaller than the one with the big one. at the time it was following us but it appears that it was just making its way up and around the spillway to were the others were waiting for it and definitely the way it talked in sentences or in a structured manner over and over not continually but stop for a second than started over again what sounded the same thing again.
OTHER WITNESSES: there was no one else. maybe a camper on the other end of the dam in the parking lot ,about seven hundred feet down the dam
OTHER STORIES: yes i have. after this im not sure how long, but i was listening to art bell about bigfoot recordings some guy made of these things that (was) supposed (to be) of bigfoot. it was the same words. I recall them words because thats what they were. not how they made some kind of sentence but the individual gurgle like talk. it was the same thing. same sounds. the recordings didnt have the structure but definitely the same sounds.
TIME AND CONDITIONS: i was late in the day when things got worse to the point were we had to leave was getting dark fast the sun was just bellow the hills on the horizon. when we pulled out into the middle of the dam it was dark you cold see things in deep blue thought.
ENVIRONMENT: forest, pine trees manzaneta and what i call qayky brush, its this tree that has bright green leaves not tall but bushy with gray bark.
Follow-up investigation report:
Following a telephone conversation with this witness, the following details can be added to the report:
- The witness reported a foul odor in the area prior to the sightings. He reported the smell as "the smell of feet."
- He reports the larger form higher on the hillside to be the size of "a portable outhouse."
- He also reports seeing something cross the road and join the others before they all disappeared over the ridge and out of sight.
The witness shared another experience with me from about 12 years earlier. The witness stated he was deer hunting with his family in an area nearby this location in the early morning hours when he and his cousin had an unusual experience.
He stated they were hiking to their deer stands near daybreak when they heard an animal coming down the embankment above them. Out of the thick brush emerged a deer that, in his words, appeared to be "drunk." He says the deer was staggering, walking sideways and looking behind him as if he were looking for something following him.
He stated even though the deer saw them, it began to come towards them while "bucking like a bronco." He stated the deer was hopping and bouncing and kicking up its rear legs while approaching their location.
As this was during open deer season, they shot and killed the deer and began to field dress it. Shortly after approaching the downed deer, they heard a very loud vocalization from the brush on the hillside above them. The witness described the sound as a "roar / growl that turned into what sounded like a woman screaming." He stated he had never before heard anything similar to that vocalization.
The witness then stated they began hearing what sounded like very large tree branches being broken and snapped off, along with a violent thrashing sound. He stated large, broken off tree limbs were thrown from the brush above them down towards them.
He also reported there were very large rocks thrown in their direction from the hillside above them as well. He says they were obviously thrown over the top of the thick brush and all landed very close to them. He stated the size of the rocks varied from grapefruit size to watermelon size.
It was at this point they decided to abandon the deer kill and evacuate the area and they left immediately. He says they did not return to attempt to retrieve the deer, nor have they returned since then.