On April 19, 2007, my father Lloyd Holmes and I, Josiah Holmes, decided to take a camping trip in the wonderful hills of Yosemite National Park. In what was supposed to be a lovely week of father and son bonding, it quickly turned into a true quest of survival. Two days after Bigfoot murdered my father and left me bloodied and beaten in a nearby ditch, park rangers finally arrive to the scene of the crime to rescue me.

It's been over two years since this heinous attack took place. Left with one hand, one testicle,a crooked pinky toe, and a severe drug addiction, I will now head back west and seek my vengeance. I will endure many adventures, conflicts, and obstacles along the way, but nothing will stop me from conquering this beast. Bigfoot took the life of my father, my best friend, and my hero, and I will have no mercy on his soul.

I dedicate this search to all who have been hurt by this beast, and I will not rest until vengeance is served.

Log Book: November 11, 2009

Its been over two years since my life was changed forever. After what was supposed to be a lovely father and son vacation in the Northern California hills of Yosemite National Park, it soon turned to "The Trip From Hell." After a long day of traveling we decided to stop and set up camp. Leaving my father to put up the tent, I went out to gather fire wood. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my father alive.

After hearing shouting coming from our camp area, I rushed back. I noticed my father being pummeled and beaten by what seemed to be a bear. In an attempt to rescue my father from this animals ape like paws, I was immediatly thrown into a nearby ditch. Being unable to move my legs and losing feeling in my left upper thigh/crotch region all the way down to my foot, I lyed in that ditch and witnessed the heinous slaughtering of my father. I new then that I would soon be his next victim. Moments later, however, we made what I can only describe as an intimate moment of eye to eye contact. He presumed to walk slowly towards me, tilting his head to the left with a very sympathetic look in his eyes. As he approached my motionless body he reached down and softly caressed my hand. Then in an instant and with no hesitation he opened his mouth and took a big bite down tearing into my wrist and all the way through the bone. Then I went into what I can only explain as sudden shock, I was twitching and shaking as though I was having a seizure. Within seconds I lost consciousness. Bigfoot had just done the unimaginable. He had just killed my father, destroyed my vehicle, taken my clothes, ate all my food, destroyed all of my money, and left me to die in that ditch with one hand, one testicle and what later was diagnosed as a broken a pinky toe.