Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I’ve went back and forth for years now on whether what I encountered was worth reporting/telling someone of significance in the community. I’ve finally decided to email you about it as I’ve been listening to your podcasts for many years now.

My encounter took place the night of October 28th, of 2019. In the woods of the Desoto Forrest in south Mississippi. In the POW camp to be exact. Somewhere where my brother found out that there was supposed to be high Bigfoot/Sasquatch activity. We had been wanting to go looking for awhile at that point. I believe we were both on vacation. So we decided and planned to stay out there for a night. We live about 30-45 minutes away. So it wasn’t a far drive. We got to the area and drove around a bit looking at the area. We only saw one other camper, he looked to be alone, who knows. He could’ve been looking for Bigfoot too.

We set up camp that afternoon and walked close by our camp and checked out some of the trail. We were standing there looking over the pond that we camped in front of when my brother tapped me and said: “listen.” I didn’t hear anything, but not even ten to fifteen seconds after he tapped me, a couple people on dirt bikes drove up to our east facing the same direction we were. They sat for a minute or so looking over the pond as well and then rode back off. I asked him what he had heard and he told me that it sounded exactly like a “mother and baby” monkey. My brother wouldn’t lie about that but I didn’t hear it. So I brushed it off. Some time later we were trying to get our camp fire set up for when it got dark, so I went out looking for fire wood. I found a trail directly to our west that forked off, almost like a mouth opening in front of where we were camped. The bottom part of the trail pointed south East and the top, north east. I found enough fire wood to get the fire going and went back. We get the fire set up and shortly before nightfall and we open the ice chest and start having a few beers.

Time goes on and it’s dark out, my brother brought his Bluetooth speaker and I hook my phone up and put some death metal on, part of me hoped it might interest a Bigfoot. We both talked of how it might piss them off if they were out there.

I must’ve played the better part of an album when we were hear something huge and heavy move in on us. At first we thought nothing of it but the foot steps got closer and we realized there were two of them and it was bipedal. They were flanking us. They were moving in on both trails that came around us, the trail to our north ended in the middle of the pond and the one to our south circled back around to our camp. At first it sounded like they were on trail and then you could hear brush being trampled over and that brush is directly in front of us to our west, where we were facing. We look at one another and my brother tells me to turn my light off, (we both had our headlamps on our head) we got behind cover, out of the light, which was behind our tent and our cooler. Wes, I’ve never been scared like this in my life. The only thing I can relate it to is being a young kid after seeing a scary movie and believing the boogie man is out to get you. We both had 9mm pistols on us. I knew there was nothing we could do to stop them. They were massive. I believed we were going to die.

We sat behind the cooler, out of the light, listening to them moving in on us for what seemed like a while. It was probably only a minute or two if that. They suddenly stopped and I hear what sounded like a man clearing his throat and coughing almost. The feeling of fear that I felt suddenly left me and the weirdest part is we never heard another sound. They made all that noise coming toward us, but we never heard them leave. But I wanted it be over and I wanted to be able to explain it away.

We never heard anything else strange for the rest of the night. We didn’t really sleep good that night either. I did hear a good bit of rustling outside the tent but I brushed it off as being raccoons or some other small mammals.

The skeptic in me says that we never saw anything and I can’t say that it was Bigfoot/Sasquatch. But the fear that I felt wasn’t normal. There’s really no way to explain that level of dread. It was unnatural.

I took some pictures of our camp the next morning when we were packing up to leave. They’ll kind of give you an idea of what the pond and our camp looked like.”