TO KILL, OR NOT TO KILL, A FAMILY BIGFOOT STORY
US FOREST SERVICE LAW ENFORCEMENT BULLIES?
Back during the Fall of 1967 my family, my Dad Harry, my Mother Lola, myself, and our Fox Terrier/Beagle Mix Dog named Suzie went on a 5 day deer hunting trip to an area Southwest of Bend, Oregon in the Deschutes National Forest called China Hat Butte. From the very beginning of our arrival there, my Mother felt "monitored" somehow! On our second night in camp, something horrific occured. We heard crashing into tree trunks from 3 sides around our camp. It sounded like Football Linebackers crashing into tackling dummies, brush being kicked into, and loud stomping on the ground. My pet dog was frightened beyond belief. She stood up inside a sleeping bag barking her little head off. After around 45 minutes I think, it quieted down. My Dad, an expert shot, and a man totally without fear, left the tent about 2 hours after the incident to use a friendly bush bathroom. After about what seemed like a half-hour he came back with skin as white as a sheet, expressing a fear I'd never seen in him EVER, and not EVER again. He told us that we were going home to Salem, Oregon the next morning and tell those that ask about our early return that "hunters were shooting to close to camp". Then the next day while enjoying an ice cream cone in Sisters, Oregon that "he'd never return to China Hat Butte as long as he'd live"! That was late September of 1967.
But by late October of 1967 my Father was beginning a very serious, and very secret letter exchange with his fraternal twin sister Gladys at her cattle ranch in Silver Lake, Oregon. I did not know up front what the subject of the letter exchange was about. I knew it was going on, my Mother knew nothing. He placed the Letter Stash with his rockhound hobby educational booklets in the garage. I finally made out some details by sneaking over to read the letters when my Dad would leave the kitchen table where he wrote them to use the restroom, go talk to a neighbor, or get the mail, etc. during his Heavy Equipment Winter Lay-off. Here's what I gleened at first, "big beast (no word Bigfoot existed then), violent, threatening, a brute", etc. But by late November of 1967 I got the whole story, and I also think my Dad intentionally left the letters he was working on so his Son and his prying eyes could see them! I was 9 at the time! A Plan came forward that they had worked out, Harry, his sister Gladys, his other sister Hazel, and his brother Chuck were going to use the Deer Hunting Season of 1968 as a cover for a Mission To Kill A Bigfoot! It would be a trip that only included the Stingley Brothers And Sisters. No wives, husbands, or children allowed. To tell you something about my Father's Family, they were raised as expert shots from when they were little kids. They're Father was a pioneering rancher in the Fort Rock Valley with ties to a Western Political Organization founded by Wyatt Earp. My paternal Grandfather had a letter writing exchange with Earp until 1927! My Dad was the best shot of the bunch, so guess who volunteered to pull the death trigger on a Bigfoot? The Brothers and Sisters were going to meet at the LaPine, Oregon vacation cabin owned by my Dad's brother Chuck and his wife Edna for the hunt. I remember that after dinner that Thanksgiving, my Dad taking his brother Chuck for a walk up the street to clue him in on the plans!
Then around March of 1968 my Dad became increasingly ill, all surrounding a strange infected tooth issue that even after extraction, was not really solved. He then was placed in the hospital in September of 1968, with an apparent Aneuyrism of the Decending Aorta, and lay there for around 2 weeks before his death. Around the 3rd day he was in the hospital, I was walking to school in the morning, and rounded a street corner out of sight of our house. There I spotted a Ford Falcon Stationwagon, green with US Forest Service markings. I thought nothing much, and afterschool decided to begin acting like a real Stingley Man, and move the Letter Stash to my bedroom! THE LETTER STASH WAS GONE! My aunt Gladys worked as a Part-Time Office Secretary for the US Forest Service's Silver Lake Ranger Station to make ends meet for her family and their ranch. Could the letter exchange have been monitored by the US Forest Service "Law Agents"? I believe so!! The only way the US Forest Service "Law Agents" could have known about the letter's location WAS TO BULLY A MAN ON HIS DEATH-BED! A couple of side notes on this story. Firstly I found out that the US Forest Service "Law Agents" often used those small Ford Falcon Stationwagons as their vehicle of choice outside of the forest. Secondly the man who ran the US Postal Service Private Contract Station in the Salem, Oregon suburb of Keizer, Oregon never treated my Mother and I very well after my father's death. Did he know about the letter law enforcement intercept going on? All I know is that my Father's Letter Stash was taken illegally through an illegal search!