Monday:  We had some trouble with the trailer on the way up.  We lost a wheel bearing which almost caused  us to loose a wheel.  I ended up having to put the trailer on some big rocks and pull the axle to take it back to town to have it fixed.  My trailer is still up there in the mountains.  I hope to get back up there to put it back together and bring in home in the next couple of days. 


After taking care of the trailer axle, Preston and I decided to fish the creek while David hiked some trails around the camp ground.  David didn't have much to tell when we got back from fishing.  However, I caught my limit of trout in about an hour.  Preston caught a couple too.

While we were fishing, I was surprised by two dogs (what I believe to have been two Mexican Grey Wolves).  They approached me in a very friendly way, and sniffed my hand all the while wagging their tail like a normal house dog would do.  I was thinking they were just an off breed of Husky at first until I spotted the radio collar around the neck of the big one.  Evidently, these two were raised by humans and were glad to see me.  They showed no fear of me, and I did not think about them being wolves until I saw the collar.  I had thought they were from a nearby camp.  Preston and I got in the truck and traveled down the road to the next fishing hole and the two dogs followed.   Eventually, they gave it up and disappeared.  Now I am worried about them getting shot because of their friendliness.    To describe them, they were bigger than a coyote but smaller than a German Shepard.  They looked like a wolf with a slight yellow tint to their grey fur. 

We fixed dinner and settled down next to the camp fire to relax.  About 8 pm, David heard what he described as a roar.  He said he didn't know what a bear would sound like, but it was a definite roar quite some distance away.  About 2 minutes later all of us heard a scream.  It was not human, but I don't believe it was a Bigfoot either.  No other out of the ordinary sounds were heard during the rest of the evening.

Tuesday morning I awoke to the sound of a whip-or-will call.  Last year that sound usually preceded some kind of activity around the camp.  But nothing happened.  So I snoozed until the sun started peeking though the pine trees into our camp.

Or objective for the day was to retrieve the game cameras in the field.  We were headed up the dirt road to the camera area, when we saw something move down the side of the road towards the creek.  It was a very large cat.  We pulled up to where it went off the road, and David got a look at its face. I saw it as it crossed the creek below to the other side.   It was the biggest bobcat I had ever seen.  This might have explained the roar and scream from the night before.  It disappeared into the foliage.

Nothing happened while we gathered the cameras.  No sign, no foot prints, no scat, no wood knocking, vocalizations, nothing. 

We returned to camp ate dinner and enjoyed a nice quiet evening around the fire.  No screams.  nothing.

We got up early Wednesday morning to head back to civilization.  We took everything out of the trailer we could and put it into the truck.  Sadly I left my trailer behind in the campground parking lot.  I hope it is still there when I get the axle back to it.

We did get some interesting photos from our game cameras when we came up on 2 June, 2009. I though we sould compare the photos with last year.   We got two pictures of a hand reaching for the camera, but this hand has black hair.  You will notice the same type finger configuration in both shots.

COMPARE THE ABOVE PHOTOS FROM THIS YEAR TO THE PHOTOS BELOW FROM LAST YEAR

LOOKS TO ME LIKE SAME TYPE KNUCKLES, BUT DIFFERENT HAIR COLOR.  THIS OBVIOUSLY MEANS TWO DIFFERENT MOGOLLON MONSTERS.  BOTH VERY YOUNG BECAUSE THEY HAD TO CLIMB THE TREE TO REACH THE CAMERA.  AN ADULT WOULD BE STANDING BEHIND THE HAND AT THE SAME LEVEL AS THE CAMERA.