A listener writes “There are a lot of details I leave out of this story. I would be happy to share of you’d like to hear them along with my other encounters.
My first encounter was in 97. I was about twelve at the time. I was staying at my grandparents for part of the summer, they have a farm in North Eastern North Dakota. I was walking around in one of my grand fathers pastures, his pasture land is very wooded and uneven.I would wander for hours in these pastures with a canteen and a 22 rifle. I came to a stump and sat down. I lit a cigarette I had snuck out of my grandpa’s truck. I heard some snaping and thumping to my right, it was a deer running through the woods, a smaller buck maybe 6 pointer.
I slid down off the opposite side of the stump to watch so I wouldn’t spook it. I saw it stop for a moment and look around only to take off again as it ran I heard a grunt come from the other side of it. A massive grey sasquatch came out of the trees on a dead sprint, it’s footsteps shook the ground at least it did in my mind. It reached out and grabbed the antler of the buck and pulled it close to itself, he grabbed the other antler and snapped its neck, the body went limp, he never released the first antler. He looked around for a moment and grunted again. He then began dragging it by the antler through the woods. Just as it was about to disappear into the bush it knocked on a tree and whistled. I waited about ten minutes until I felt safe enough to run the hell home..”