The Story of Paul Freeman, The Lost Letters And The Squatches He Filmed

Paul Freeman was a brave man-- He was dedicated to proving the existence of Sasquatch. Freeman started his search for Bigfoot in 1982 when he reported seeing an 8 ft tall, reddish-brown Bigfoot near Walla Walla, Washington. After the sighting, he was dead-set on proving to the world that Bigfoots exists.

12 years after his first sighting, Freeman finally got the proof he wanted-- he filmed a group of Sasquatches in 1994 crossing a path in the Blue Mountains of Washington. Unlike the Patterson-Gimlin who filmed a creature walking away, Freeman was about to film a family of Bigfoots. The "Paul Freeman" footage is now one of the most compelling pieces of evidence supporting the existence of Sasquatch.

Before his famous video, Freeman's ambition was well-known throughout the Bigfoot community and he often bragged about the day he would have proof of Bigfoot. In 1986, Paul Freeman walked into "The Happy Ending" bookstore owned by Yoly Favas and left an unforgettable impression. With permission from Yoly Fivas to reprint the following content on Bigfoot Evidence, here's the story of "The Strange Tale of Paul Freeman" dated December 14, 2010:

The Strange Tale of Paul Freemann
By Yoly Fivas

In the fall of 1986, while keeping shop at "The Happy Ending," my bookshop in Portland, Oregon, a strong odor drew my attention to a man who had entered the store and was availing himself of free coffee. I noted other customers slipping from range, some with hands covering their noses, as I took in the visage. A tall and unkempt man, about 6'4", carrying a tattered backpack stood shyly, but not apologetically, sipping coffee. Most striking was his outer garment, which appeared to be green felt shredded in long fringes, as though he fancied himself a wood nymph. Obviously an outdoorsman as told by his hiking boots and gear, and quite far from any forest or woods, I was intrigued, so decided to get his story. I let the customers go. They'd be back. But the smelly apparition might not be.

With a voice like chafed wind, he explained to me that he was Paul Freemann. He seemed to think I would know who he was, but I didn't. He launched into a story about his fame and his dealings with Sasquatch. Alone in the store with a potential madman, I had only my gut instinct and magnetismum animalem for defense. But I listened attentively. The man's speech was articulate, his word choice careful. More, instead of some blustery and hyperbolic affection, he sounded thoughtful and natural. When I revealed that I had not read the articles about him, he stated that he would bring me "proof" in three days time. He finished his coffee and left. I wasn't sure he would remember his promise.

But three days later and smelling three days stronger, the felted figure returned. He handed me three hand-written pages accompanied by a clip from a local newspaper providing photo credit to his son, Duane Freemann. The photo was of Sasquatch. The tree pages were written in third person, but they were about him.

Paul told me that he was heading out on foot for California-- hiking a trail that would lead through the mountains and rough terrain. When the region had a cold snap three days later and massive snowfall, I assumed he would have died as his nymph outfit could not have staved off the elements. But I was wrong. Recently, I found more information about him on the internet. He has now passed away, but his story was told. And now I'm adding these original documents to the mix.

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Paul Freeman, 1994 footage (Uncut), Blue Mountains Washington: