Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Long story and I’ll try and keep it short, but I’ve been interested in the Bigfoot/Sasquatch topic for a very long time.. Back in June of 1983, I had an interesting & terrifying experience that I can’t explain that happened to me while on a yearly summer camping trip I used to take with my best friend’s family. The encounter occurred just North of Aspen Colorado, just outside of Snowmass/Basalt Colorado- somewhere in the White River National Forest.

Essentially, my childhood buddy, Todd and I had been dropped off by his brother Greg – to go hike and fish, while I was on my yearly childhood camping trip with a family that my family was best friends with . We were both about 13 years old. Todd and I hopped out of the Jeep and went and hiked – out in the middle of nowhere- in the White River National Forest- with our fishing poles & tackle box. We knew there were a couple small lakes/ponds in the area. After hiking for about 15 minutes, Todd and I found this small lake/beaver pond – surrounded by a thick Pine Tree forest about a quarter mile into our hike. We decided to give it a try and we each went our separate ways and started to fish. Todd had gone to the other side of this pond/small lake and I was fishing this area of the pond where the thickest part of the forest started about 30 yards behind me. I remember that It had gotten REALLY QUIET about 20 minutes into fishing and I started feeling like I was being watched? I remember becoming kind of ‘creeped out’ because of how deadly quiet it had become.. I can also remember that I was standing in the water up to my calves with my feet slowly sinking in the silty bottom of this pond. I had just seen, what I thought, was a big fish jump out of the water followed by a huge splash!! However, I realized, pretty quickly, that the splash was NOT a fish jumping, rather, SOMETHING was throwing large stones at me from this very dark and dense part of the forest- that was about 30 yards to my back. About a minute or so later, another crashing sound, followed by a big splash-had occurred about 10 feet to my left. 30 seconds later, again, another splash but this time, I caught something, out of the corner of my eye, arcing out from the forest hitting some tree branches on its way out of the trees and splashing, with authority, into the water- way too close for comfort!

This time it hit the water about 5 feet from me, soaking me pretty thoroughly! My initial concern was that these were not small rocks..They were the size of about a 10 pound bowling ball and they were being thrown well over 50 yards from this dense group of pine trees. I whipped my head around, thinking I was going to see Todd’s brother Greg chucking these stones at me and having a good laugh!? I scanned the trees looking for whatever asshole was hiding out there who damn near just hit me with a huge rock!!? However, I never saw anything other than a bunch of huge pine trees and shadows!? I can’t reiterate enough that I scanned this area THOROUGHLY, several times- My heart was beating so hard and loud I could hear it in my own ears!! Do 13 year old boys have heart attacks? It scared, no, it SHOCKED and FRIGHTENED me because I knew in my soul that Todd’s 16 year old, skinny brother Greg was not capable of throwing a huge rock that far and that accurately. At about that same time, I heard the sound of a Jeep engine along with some 1980’s Rock music coming from the road- on the other side of the lake.. It was Greg in his Jeep, coming back to pick Todd and I up!? I was young but that was the first time in my life that I think I truly understood the expression; “What the F????” I was completely confused at this point, shaking with fear and I just remember how my feet were still sinking in this mushy silt, as if it was trying to hold me there, in place- so this entity could have one more opportunity to incapacitate me with another large stone! I just couldn’t get out of that water fast enough!! Finally , I was able to get both of my feet out of this quick sand like substance and I threw my sneakers back on- still covered in mud and silt and started running towards Greg’s Jeep. My feet were squishing and pond silt was squirting out of my sneakers the whole way back to the Jeep. As I recall, I think I just left my pole and tackle box right there!? Whatever it was can keep my Zebco 202 and Old Salmon Eggs!! I didn’t give a sh-t!! By the time I got back to the Jeep, Todd and Greg were arguing about something so i didn’t say a word- to ANYBODY because I hadn’t had time to process what may have just happened- not to mention, those guys wouldn’t have believed me anyway and in Todd & Gregs family, hazing was a sport as well as an expression of art! But moreover, my brain was not ready to try and explain what I still hadn’t fully processed…

Anyway, it was bizarre and, at the time, I don’t even think I had heard or known about “Bigfoot” as I was only 12-13years old…I just kept it to myself and racked it up as maybe a “ghost” or just one of those strange things in life that just happens and that just does not make any sense!? I do remember that I was very quiet during the drive back to our campsite and Greg and Todd were bickering about something the whole drive back to our camping area, which, for me, was probably a huge blessing in disguise!?

Fast forward about 25 years and I was up at our “Peacock Family Cabin” at Lake LIttle Cut Foot Sioux in North Central Minnesota- sometime in the spring of 2008. My uncle Ernie and I had to run down to the small marina/dock to get more live bait..As we drove with Lake LIttle Cut Foot Sioux to our right hand side, Ernie had pointed out an area on the side of the road, down by the lake where his Indian buddy “Arnie” and his family, used to have issues with a family of Bigfoots that used to throw rocks at them, whenever they tried to fish this specific area of the lake!?!? WHOA!!!!!!!!………… All of the sudden, the memory of this event that happened to me back in 1983- hit me like a ton of bricks, Literally LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!!! (Think of the “Zoom in and Pan Out” effect that movie directors love to use).. Could that have been a Sasquatch throwing these large rocks at me back in 1983 while fishing in the White River National Forest?!! The more and more I think about it and, as I’ve learned more about these creatures over the years, I really do think that that may have been the case?!? Whatever it was, left an indelible mark on me because it was something that was definitely, out of the ordinary- and has been intertwined with a paranormal and unexplained oura that’s been “boilerplated” within my soul from that day on!”