Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “My first encounter happened around 2000. I was a farm hand on a “farm” just outside of bandon. I say “farm” like that because it was a 100 acre property. The owner had 6 lamas and 2 acres of cranberry bogs. Mostly for tax breaks.

So we had a big wind storm roll through the night before and the live on site care taker put all that lamas in the barn. When I got in the next morning it was my job to empty the males pen so we can get him back outside. So I’m in the pin putting branches in the bucket of the kubota tractor.

I hear something and turn around. In the next pen there is something standing there. Dark fur with a white spot on its chest. We just kind of stare at each other for a minute. He was probably around 6’5 at least. I have a friend named jarred and he is 6’7 and he wasn’t as tall as him but close. So as we keep looking at each other he turns his head and steps over the fence.

So me being young and dumb I decided to hop on top tractor and try to follow it. I headed out the gate and floored it around the bend to the owners private putting green and diving range. By the time I made it out there he was head down the creek. So I figured I’d catch him around the other side of the property past the middle house. So I took off and swung around the main house on the other side of the property. I remember thinking to myself if it comes at me I’ll just ram it with the bucket. So I got up to the beavers dam and waited but didn’t see anything. Waited around for 15 minutes. Then headed over and figured I’d tell my boss. When I told him he just said to not worry about it and don’t say anything to the owner. I figured he had probably had it happen before then.

So my other encounter happened probably 6 years ago just outside sweet home. I was out for a drive and decided to head up the road that went behind the falls. So as I was coming down the block end I noticed an old empty house I wanted to check out. It was fall so you could see it pretty clearly. I parked my truck and walked on the property. I was about 15 feet away from the front of the house and something let out a huge deep sigh. The sound made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on in and just scared the crap out of me. I took a few steps backwards and turned around and made a run for it. Hopped in my truck and hauled ass out of there. I didn’t stop tell I got to the lake. I’ve been busy a couple of times and always armed with something. Took my daughter once and she got a feeling of dread while there.”