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Truth Be Told: Roosevelt’s Wendigo Survivor Identified?

Roosevelt's Squatch

In 1883, future president Theodore Roosevelt went on a buffalo hunting expedition to the Badlands of Montana. After his wife Alice passed away, he returned to Montana to take up cattle ranching and clear his head in the great outdoors. Best known today for his vast hunting expeditions and the cuddly “teddy bears” of his namesake, Roosevelt knew the outdoors. And he knew the minds of men like him who spent long hours in the wilderness:

“Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and these few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type.”

Roosevelt at Yellowstone in 1903

President Theodore Roosevelt at Yellowstone in 1903.

Among the books written my Roosevelt out in remote Montana was The Wilderness Hunter, published in 1893. Tossed in between tales of heroic hunters and tough-as-nails outdoorsmen is one puzzling piece of history that cryptozoologists have latched on to as a second hand account of one man’s encounter with something as-yet unidentified. Roosevelt himself rationalized it as a credible account of something horrific and made no attempt to pass judgment on the man who told him the story, leaving its validity up to readers to decide, but nonetheless documented the precise details in his book:

“But I once listened to a goblin story which rather impressed me. It was told by a grizzled, 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 many 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 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 had 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.”

Beaverhead Mountains near Bannock Pass

Beaverhead Mountains near Bannock Pass, Idaho. US Forest Service photo by Roger Peterson

This particular tale of an attack from an unknown beast, told to Roosevelt by the surviving witness, has been detailed in many books and blogs over the past few decades. For this reason, I’ll spare you too much detail, aside from the fact that Bauman and his friend noticed footprints of a bipedal creature of unknown origin. They believed it was hunting them, and it ravaged their campsite on two separate occasions. They saw its footprints—being hunters by trade, they could distinguish prints left my something on four legs compared to two—and even heard what was described as “a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound” coming from the nearby woods. The creature has been tied in with Bigfoot reports for many years, but the description given to Roosevelt of his friend’s body after the attack doesn’t sound quite like any Sasquatch you might be familiar with:

“…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.”1

Some think it might be a Wendigo: a human-turned-cannibalistic creature of native lore. Or could it be a werewolfsquatch, wolfman, or dogman? Whatever its identity, little more is known about the encounter than the slight details mentioned in Roosevelt’s book. Given the rivers mentioned, we can give the encounter an approximate location: in the southern Bitterroot Mountains in the Beaverhead Mountain Range separating the Salmon River from the Big Hole River (once called the Wisdom River) on the border of Montana and Idaho.

Bauman Site Map

The approximate location of Bauman’s encounter, highlighted in green on an early map.

The bigger question is who was Bauman? There’s very little information to go on, aside from his German heritage, being a trapper and frontiersman, and being older than Roosevelt. Yet quite surprisingly, there might be a match in historical records. Born in Germany in 1831, Carl L. Bauman was an early pioneer who came to live in Montana around the 1860s. That means he would have lived in Montana at the same time Roosevelt began visiting the state and would have been in his 50s at the time. The only other recorded information about Carl Bauman is that he passed away on March 20, 1909 near Melrose, Montana.2

Melrose was once known as Camp Creek and can be found on the eastern bank of the Big Hole (or Wisdom) River, just 50 miles from the mountains where a man named Bauman encountered a bizarre creature which murdered his unknown friend. It remains a very barren and sparsely-populated region to this day. Many of the early settlements in this area are now ghost towns.

Was Carl L. Bauman the same Bauman mentioned by Roosevelt in his book? Although the few details known about Carl Bauman do match the general time frame and location of the encounter, we can’t say definitively that he is one in the same. The whole story has been lost in some forgotten pass in the Beaverhead Mountains more than a century and a half ago, or buried in an unknown grave belonging to either Bauman or his friend somewhere in the wilds of Montana.

1 Roosevelt, Theodore. The Wilderness Hunter. New York: Knickerbocker, 1893. p. 441-7
2 Contributions to the Historical Society of Montana, Volume Seven. Helena: Montana Historical, 1910. p.313

Ken Summers
Ken Summers is a historical researcher, author of the book Queer Hauntings, and contributor/resident ghost geek for Who Forted? who started poking around northeast Ohio for spooks just before GHI was born. After too much paradrama, he went solo with his website Moonspenders, leaving the super-serious "investigating" to the most staunch believers. Ken finds himself lost somewhere between "too smart to believe everything" and optimistic curiosity mixed with wishful thinking. He's had a handful of strange experiences that certainly fall under the category of "unexplained". Secretly, he wants to marry a werewolf and build a fully-functioning TARDIS.
Ken Summers
Ken Summers

4 Comments

  1. W.E.Cox

    01/06/2014 at 12:47 PM

    Odd, but I have a copy of Roosevelt’s 1893 “The Wilderness Hunter”, and nowhere in it does the passage ascribed to it in the article above by Mr. Summers appear. In two paragraphs of chapter 8, pgs 172-173, TR briefly mentions how “night sounds of of these great stretches of mountain woodlands were very weird and strange”, but nothing else in any chapters refer to anyone named Bauman or to the story described above. Perhaps Mr. Summers is referencing some other volume of Roosevelt’s memoirs.

  2. cherie mercer

    01/12/2014 at 12:15 PM

    It was about the 80s when I was with my husband and at the time 2 children we lived in the remote foothills in a place called Ruby Washington. It sat amonst hugh cedar trees along a river that devided Washington from Idaho. There was a Indian reservation across the shores of the river. We had no electric and we built a log cabin. We would bath in a cast iron tub outside and could look up at the clear star blasted sky at night. One night while ouat bathing the children the family dog started started pacing nerviosly (and this dog “Tiger” feared nothing- a long haired german shepard). Shortly, I heard twigs snapping and a low growling about 25 feet from me. For the past couple days even in the day time the dog seemed uneasy about something and I had a weird feelin that we were being watched. This night that something was making a appearence or letting us know it -whatever it was was there. I grabbed the children up with thedog cowering at my feet, my husband beat us to the door. That growling turned into a tantrum of hoops and howling but resembeling that of a excited ape- I heard as a child at the Detroit Zoo. We sat quietly in the cabin not even the dogs made noise. The creature drew close to the cabin making those screams, yelps, howls and whooping for about an hour and then disappeared into the distance still screaming out until fading off into the higher lands. We didn’t venture out until the next morning. When we went to see if we had mail at little post office-store, the lady told us that some of the loggers had said something or someone had tipped over their equipment and made a mess of their camp? I never saw what was out there, and was never even thinking about a bigfoot when it happened to us. I know it was not a bear, we experienced bears before. The sound was to my closest way to describe was excited- upset I don’t know; however it did resemble like I said at the zoo when I was child when a gorilla when it was excited about something. Since that day in the 80s I listen with interest to believable hear-say?

  3. Karen Steitz

    01/12/2014 at 3:05 PM

    Love the old stories like these.. I do believe they give more credibility to the current eye accounts of Bigfoot!

  4. guy

    01/14/2014 at 3:39 PM

    This was one of the first bigfoot stories I ever read as a child, and it will remain emblazoned in my memory forever! I believe it was in “On the track of unknown animals” or “mysterious monsters” or some such book way back when. It certainly gave me chills back then, with its brooding darkness and unseen danger! To think someone tracked down Bauman, giving the story greater credence is awesome! Great work!

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