Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

The chill of October 1955 clung to the slopes of Mica Mountain in British Columbia as William Roe made his way up the trail. Roe was no stranger to the wilderness, a seasoned woodsman and hunter who knew the shape, sound, and smell of every creature that roamed the Canadian Rockies.

But that day, he would see something that would challenge everything he thought he knew.

As he rounded a bend in the trail, Roe froze. Just ahead, partly hidden in the brush, was a massive, shaggy figure bent over, feeding on leaves and berries. His first thought was simple: bear. He dropped into a crouch, rifle steady, heart thudding against his ribs as he waited for the beast to move into the open.

Then, it did.

The “bear” rose to its full height. Roe’s breath caught. This was no grizzly.

Before him stood a towering figure — upright, broad, and powerfully built. Covered head to toe in dark brown hair tipped with silver, the creature loomed nearly seven feet tall. Its arms were impossibly long, hanging nearly to its knees. Its head seemed small for its massive shoulders, and its face — God, its face — was flat, humanlike, with a heavy jaw and piercing eyes that glinted in the mountain light.

What struck Roe most was the shape. The creature was female. The swell of her breasts left no doubt. Roe’s rifle wavered. The hunter in him whispered to fire. But the man in him recoiled. I can’t kill something that looks so human.

The creature shifted. She turned her head slowly, deliberately, and locked eyes with him. For a heartbeat, the forest was silent, the two of them — man and beast — caught in a moment older than time. Then, with calm, almost disdainful grace, she turned away.

Her stride was long, swinging her arms like a person’s. Roe watched her climb the slope, step by powerful step, until she vanished into the timber, leaving only silence and the pounding of his own heart.

Years later, Roe would swear under oath what he had seen. He hadn’t misjudged a bear, nor been fooled by shadows. On that lonely mountain trail, William Roe had looked into the eyes of something unclassified, something ancient — a Sasquatch.

According to Roe’s sworn affidavit:

“It was about six feet tall, covered from head to foot with dark brown, silver-tipped hair. It had a rather small head for its bulk, with a short thick neck. Its arms were very long, reaching almost to its knees.”

He also noted:

• A flat, humanlike face with a pronounced jaw.

• A feminine shape — the creature had breasts, which made him conclude it was likely a female.

• No clothing or tools, but it walked upright with long strides like a human.

• Large, humanlike feet visible when it walked away.