Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I’m from Louisville, Kentucky. This all happened about 42 years ago when I was just a little kid, but it’s something I’ve never forgotten. Even though I never actually saw anything, I always had the feeling that something was walking along the tree line as I walked down the road.

At that age, I’d never even heard of Bigfoot or anything like that, so I had no idea what it could be.

Back then, my mom and stepdad had some friends who lived out in the country. It was one of those roads where one side was thick woods and the other side had scattered trailers and houses. They would sit inside playing cards, and since I was the only kid, I’d entertain myself the way most country kids do playing in the creek, catching frogs, and wandering around.

That’s when I’d notice this awful smell. It was like pig slop mixed with rotting flesh and body odor a terrible combination. Around the same time, I’d hear twigs snapping and branches breaking in the woods, loud enough to make you stop and listen. I always figured it was someone’s dog running loose. It was pitch black out there no streetlights, no city glow so I never saw anything, but you knew something was there.

Fast forward to high school. We moved to a small country town, the kind with just a single flashing caution light. I became close friends with a guy named Wayne, and it turned out he lived off the same road where my parents’ friends had lived years earlier. His house was a standard two story brick place, deep in the woods and surrounded by what was basically a junkyard of old cars and trucks.

One night, Wayne’s uncle told us about something he’d seen a few times while he was outside peeing because, you know, country boys are just told to go outside. He called it the “goatman.” He said it was half man, half animal. He described one night walking out of the basement and seeing it coming down the wooded hill behind the house, with glowing red eyes. He called it a goat, but now that I’m older, I wonder if he might have been talking about a dogman instead. I’m not sure what he saw, but it clearly scared him.

Late at night, we’d hear screams coming from the woods sounds that didn’t seem normal at all. At the time, we didn’t really know what to think. Later on, stories about Bigfoot started coming out, and it made you wonder. Again, none of us ever actually saw anything, but you could feel it. That feeling where the hair stands up all over your body, like when you sense something supernatural nearby.

I’m sure there are more details I could share, but I’ve honestly never talked about this with anyone before. I always figured people would think I was nuts, crazy as a squirrel turd so I kept it to myself.

The last thing I’ll mention happened one afternoon when we were walking the creeks to fish and swim, since there wasn’t much else to do in that small town. We were fishing under a bridge when something started hurling rocks into the creek. We couldn’t see who or what was doing it, but it was scaring the fish away and making me mad.

After a few more rocks, I’d had enough. I slammed my fishing pole down and climbed up to the top of the bridge, yelling a few choice words at whoever was throwing them. When I got up there, there was no one, nothing in sight. That just made me angrier, thinking it had to be some punk kids messing with us. But there wasn’t a single soul around.

At that point, I told my buddy I’d had enough and started walking back home.”