Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Here is a summary of the activity on my property in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

I’ve owned this property at 4,000 feet elevation since 2005. For many years, I rented it out, and I believe the presence of dogs may have kept Sasquatches away. The unusual experiences seemed to begin around 2022.

The first notable incident happened on a ridge near my place. I was standing in what looked like Sasquatch tracks at the base of a tree, spaced about three feet apart. As I stood there thinking about how strategic the spot was for listening, I heard two rocks clack together from below me. I immediately picked up two rocks and clacked them together in response. Something answered with a grunt.

There have been many smaller experiences, too many to list, but a few stand out. At one point, I was developing a motorcycle track near my RV in the National Forest. One night around 3:00 a.m., while half asleep, I heard tapping on the metal sky hatch directly above my head. It started slowly tap, tap then grew faster and more intense. Finally, I grabbed my loaded rifle, went outside, and fired a shot. I went back inside and yelled, “Go away!” three times. Days later, in the daytime, I heard my words repeated back to me in a strange voice that sounded like a girl with Down syndrome, saying, “Go away.”

A few days after the tapping incident, my then girlfriend and I found large fingerprints attached to something hairy. There was a thick, oily residue left behind, and it stayed there for weeks. I have a photograph of it.

Another time, I was thinning trees on the lower part of my property in very dense woods. I walked back up to the top of the mountain with my chainsaw and heard what sounded like two creatures communicating in a kind of bird-like Sasquatch language. Then, from behind me where I had just come from something vocalized in my direction. It sounded massive, like a 20-foot-tall giant barely vocalizing, yet it was incredibly loud. It startled me badly and sent me running back to my RV. It felt like three of them were protesting my tree cutting.

One tree I cut became lodged at about a 45-degree angle and stayed that way for a couple of weeks. I kept wondering how I would deal with it. Eventually, it was snapped clean in half by something with immense strength. Nearby, there is a tree break about six feet up, which I also photographed.

On another occasion, I slingshot a couple of rocks into the woods above my location. The next day, while relaxing in a hammock, two rocks came flying from that same direction. They hit the camper and rolled to within about ten feet of me. The tree line is at least a hundred feet away.

More recently, I clacked rocks loudly again, hoping for a response. A tree was pushed over from far down the hill possibly across the creek and it fell in my direction. I could hear it cracking as it came down.

A few days after that, I was riding my dirt bike. I parked near a very thick section of woods and ran in quickly, stopping at a log. About forty feet ahead of me, I heard something large take one final step. It had been matching my steps until that last one.

There’s much more, but one final experience stands out was one night, my dad and I saw what appeared to be a young Sasquatch sleeping across a dirt road in our headlights.”