Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

My uncle was a trucker, hauled wood from here in NB to mills throughout eastern Maine, places such as Millinauket, Costigan, and a few others. While I don’t remember the particular place, I do know where we were that night was close to Mt Katahdin, I’m a nature nut and I was so excited to see it, even at night.

The route # of the highway escaped me, but I distinctly remember it was an uninhabited stretch of road, we were just coming from a hill and rolling back down, reaching a sort of Bog on the side of the road, it wasn’t big, but big enough to leave a good sizeable gap of open ground between the tree line to the road.

This is where it happened. I remember snapping my head over to my uncle, which in itself is odd for me to do cause usually my eyes are dead ahead out the window watching where we’re going or other times drowsy from the drive, keep in mind I was 16 at the time, and my uncle had a habit of pinching my shoulder if I dosed off on him Like a jerk (joking), the driving with him was his punishment for my failing school and wanting to quit. It’s as if something forced me to turn my head, it was out of character for me.

Anyway.. as I snapped my head to my uncle I seen this shadow pass by his window.. now Wes I don’t have to tell you how ridiculous that itself sounds, he was driving a good 65 MPH.. he had a lead foot, especially at 2:30 am. I can’t help but think that visually I may be wrong, looking from the passenger side I may have just seen this thing exit the woods at a weird angle, still, it would have had to be extremely fast)

Odd thing is, for the few seconds I thought I was just seeing this thing… he slammed on the air brakes.. like not to slow down for a bump or what have you, but to avoid something on the road. I quickly realized he was seeing the same thing, and he literally braced himself to the wheel and had an unforgettable look of shock on his face, it was a mixture of shock, horror, and panic.

I remember the feel of my hands reaching out to catch the dash of this truck cause the brakes slamming on threw me out of my seat, but my eyes did not leave this thing.

What took seconds to happen felt like an hour, as he hit the brakes I could remember the air brakes locking up and the tires grinding on the pavement, whatever this was was now running across the front of this international truck.

I cleaned this truck Wes, I greased it up, I cleaned it inside and out. I still remember the smell of the armour all I soaked that truck in, and the grease and soot off that damn smoke stack that stained my clothes all the time.

I’m also height disadvantaged, I’m 5’4”.. short, not like you tall people Wes, hahah. I always had to use the cut out step on the bumper to haul myself up to the hood knob to pull that hood down.. that leaves that hood up at least 6 feet from the pavement.

Wes, this thing was another 2 feet above that, it took up the entire windshield of that truck.. that thing was massive.

We didn’t hit it, it was so odd it makes no sense to me even now, how could this thing keep pace with this truck enough to overtake it from his side and then turn and run across the road in front of us??
I’ve been listening to your podcast for many many years, it’s the only one I’ve never deleted out of boredom, and I’ve never heard of this sort of thing, so it leaves me wondering was it bigfoot? Doesn’t seem so in that regards.

I tried rationalizing this.. it wasn’t shadows, the moon was high up above the truck at the time.. it doesn’t fit the actions of this thing.

Also wasn’t some sort of dark material, it was too big, and the wind that night was blowing but not that much to blow anything that sort of size, not that fast and certainly not like that.

I also realize I didn’t see any distinguishing features outside of the shape of this thing..they don’t make people shaped things like this, if they did I pity the woman who birthed this thing! My uncle did tell me later it was hairy, and it had coal black eyes.. no eye shine.

What’s stranger still is when it come to where it was in front of me it’s like I blacked out for a few microseconds, enough time for me to lose sight of it, but I remember moving away from the door next to me like I was terrified of this thing opening the door (sounds stupid now I know, but fight or flight maybe)

He hit the diesel and got the truck back on the right side of the road.. I still remember the clank of the train tracks just a bit further up the road past the next knoll.. and that was it.. over in a few seconds.

We stayed quiet till we got to the mill, I don’t think either of us was remotely drowsy after that.. he kinda passed out on his steering wheel, head in his hands. Now anyone who drives a truck knows you don’t really sleep, your brain just kinda shuts down to rest right. He didn’t though, he couldn’t. Neither could I.

Finally he picked his head up and cussed, lit up another cigarette and looked over at me, all he could say was “rolie did you see anything back there” I knew what he was talking about, but all I could say was “when you hit the brakes.. yeah” That’s all either of us could get out.

We did the mill part and took the route back, same way. I remember passing the spot again, it was full of tall grass, he slowed down and looked around, shook his head and sped off again. The pavement was littered with rubber, but that was it.

I’m familiar with the trucking lore around Maine, the black dogs, phantom 309, the weird things you see at night when your tired, and never have I heard anything like this in any of my own research, and I’ve been looking for decades. I don’t notice much coming from Maine, even in the BFRO site for that year. He wasn’t the paranormal kind of guy, he fell asleep at home to cooking shows and was too much of a stubborn realist to think of researching this, and he only ever brought it up once after, about 15 years later while in Alberta when I found myself again riding shotgun on a log haul in Alberta on the ice roads. As scary as that encounter was it isn’t nearly as scary as being surrounded by a pack of wolves. Bigfoot may be scary and let’s face it.. ugly, but these things were beautiful and deadly.. I’d prefer the squatch really.. quicker death perhaps.

And that’s it Wes, I have no idea if this was bigfoot, I don’t really know what it was, just know what it wasn’t.”