A listener writes “I’m from the outskirts of Portland Oregon. I have had several encounters and one sighting almost all outside of estacada and some on the Oregon coast. My first encounter took place outside of Ripplebrook Oregon in the Mount Hood national Forest about 12 or so miles from the ranger station due east I believe.
I found a spur road, drove up it and started to call blast from my car. Almost instantly got a call back, and this wave of impending doom, sheer terror and extreme danger washed over me followed within seconds by something smacking the side of my vehicle. Needless to say I got out of Dodge extremely fast. I sped down the spur road and got to highway 224, found a pullout area and parked in it. I got out and just sat down on the ground trying to collect myself. I have no clue how I got down to the highway in one piece with the way the road zigzag back and forth with loose gravel coating the road.
I finally collected myself up enough that I stood up and walked around the passenger side where the collision sounded like it came from, stepped around and saw absolutely no new damage. Not a single dent scratch mark or anything. Completely flabbergasted, I got back in my car and made my way back down out of the forest. After some weeks of restless PTSD’d days and nights, I started to get angry at being controlled from going back into the woods and it affecting my life so much that i decided to do some more investigations… with a buddy and some firepower.
We found this road that was kind of near where I got scared off the spur road and started around this corner when when my buddy frantically told me to stop. I slammed my brakes and looked up at what he was pointing at. There was a series of tracks going up and incline with a little stick structure looking thing at the 6:00 point if the tracks were at 12:00. The tracks looked to be about 12 to 13 inches long and had what looked like claws retracting out from them. It started out with a more slender looking heel going to a narrow center and widening out for the pad and toes. I took some pictures in a video of it and the stick structure and me and my buddy got in my car and drove on not finding or seeing anything else.
Then about a month or less later, went up to a lake in the same general area to camp out with a buddy. My buddy never ended up showing up and at about 10:00 at night I caught a, what I believe to be, juvenile Sasquatch peeking at me from behind a tree. I could clearly see it’s skin tonation, facial structure, hair line, left arm in its entirety, half of its stomach and lower sternum (as it was sticking out from a tree) And it’s left leg. It’s fingertips we’re down to almost its shin. Now before I keep going with this story, I need to explain something. I have been part of the Sasquatch community for about 2 years, And when I started out, I was extremely judgmental. If someone came on to a podcast I was listening to with a woo story, instantly I would think that they were crazy and, most of the time try to stick it out, but rarely could.
What I’m about to tell you literally changed who I am and the way I do things. When I was telling you about call blasting on the spur road, I failed to mention the feeling of dread, terror and imminent danger that I felt in between the time of hearing the response back and having my vehicle assaulted. Well, I’m sitting at camp, looking at this tree with this Sasquatch peeking at me from behind it with It’s lips pursed out as if it was a “Oh crap I’m busted” look, or maybe if it was about to whistle. I instantly started feeling the doom and dread aforementioned, and like a light switch was flipped, instantly became euphoric and bliss and highly energetic.
Within milliseconds after feeling this wave of euphoria, I felt what I can only describe as downward pressure being applied to the top of my head, but it felt like it was inside of my head. Not uncomfortable, just a slight pressure, and a thought popped into my head that was not my own. It was So prominent and strong that I could almost hear it. It said “there’s no reason to be afraid, we’re only here to observe”. Now, being in the state that I was in, I was not myself. I was zoned out staring at this tree, smiling ear to ear, not really thinking anything. Almost like I was droned out. After what felt like 5 minutes, although probably only about 30 seconds to a minute at max, I started to come back to reality and fully realizing what I was looking at, decided to pull my phone light out to expand the light perimeter to try to get a better glimpse.
The second I turned my phone light on and went to flip my phone up and its direction, all I saw was a blur disappear from behind the tree. No noise, no smells no anything. I just sat there staring at this tree completely dumbfounded with my mouth open still feeling a little euphoria but coming back to reality. Never did I feel scared again that night. Nothing else happened to my knowledge and there was no sign of anything the following day during the daylight when I investigated the area. a couple days later, I went to lunch with one of my friends and was telling him about my encounter stories.
His eyes were opened up wide and he had expressed interest in going out with me so I decided to take him out where I had my sighting at the lake. We arrived and got out and spent about a half hour to 45 minutes checking things out quietly and observing trying to get some action. Nothing ever came about so decided to continue up the road further to see where it went. It flattened out to an old what looked like stripped out logging camp with a old cabin foundation in the middle of the landing surrounded by trees overlooking the mountain Hood national Forest rolling hills. I decided to call blast and we instantly got a call back from what seemed like miles away but was extremely loud. This call back was similar to my spur road call back sound starting low and swooping high ending in a low tonated yell/howl/bark. Me and my buddy just looked at each other, ran back to my car and got out of there.
Some time passed by, And I found myself in the same general area just in a completely different spot than I had been. I set up camp and sat down to enjoy the silence and solitude of the day. About 20 minutes into me sitting around, I started feeling like something was watching me. All the hairs were stood up on end on the back of my neck and I thought I could heard something moving in the brush from behind me about 300 to 400 yards away. I then heard what I remember as a very low tonated grunt followed by stick-breaking noises. I heard one grunt and about 5 to 6 stick breaks in a five to ten minute time span. It was still daylight at this point but the area I was in was completely encompassed by thick super tall trees that blocked 80% of the sunlight from getting in. So it was a dark ominous look already.
Feeling uncomfortable, I ignored it trying to act like I wasn’t paying attention to it and getting a plan ready to get back to my car. Nothing ever happened from it though and so I went about my day after the feeling of being watched went away shortly after the noises ended. Later that night, I’m still not positive about this, but I swear I saw a super dark human-looking figure crouched in the tall grass, get up well turning away simultaneously with enough time for me to catch its back while it was walking away from my camp. After that, I ended up deciding to sleep in my car as I was by myself and didn’t feel safe.
I invited one of my buddies that runs a podcast off of anchor. FM to go out to the spot to do a podcast interview and investigations. We got to the same spot I was at before when I felt like I was being watched and heard stick break noises, and set up camp. My buddy believes in Bigfoot but has never had any sort of encounter with them, is not really even interested in the subject at all and has a pretty skeptical mind. I had walked away from camp down the road a little bit to take some pictures and video of the area while my buddies stayed at camp dealing with his podcast stuff. Out of the blue, he started feeling the same feeling that I had experienced before, like something was watching him and emmiting a feeling of needing to leave and not welcome. Right around the time I started walking back up to camp which was only about 2 to 4 minutes, the feelings for him started to dissapate. I strolled up the camp and as I got closer saw his face. He was pretty white with his eyes bugged out and he was frantically telling me what he had just experienced. I had not told him anything about what I had experienced when I first got there, only that there was a high probability that something would happen. When I told him what happened to me my trip to that spot before, he got even bigger eyed and didn’t really know what to think. He wasn’t willing to leave though so we stuck it out and hung out at camp for a while longer.
Around 3:00 to 4:00 in the afternoon, we decided to hike around and do some investigations into the brush just to the side of our camp. We made it about a hundred to 150 yards in when we came upon a bear spot circled by tree and brush growth with a six-way game trail with two logs precariously laid on the ground leaning up against a tree blocking the paths about 12 ft from a angled stick twist. I gathered it as evidence and we have to back the camp. Later that night, as it was dark and we had a fire going, we were cooking hot dogs and such for dinner when I looked up into the brush and saw two bright red eyes about 4 ft off the ground. I told my buddy to look to see if he could see what I was seeing and as soon as I made attention to it, they disappeared. Nothing else happened until we went to bed that night laying in the tent when I was just about asleep, I was awakened by what sounded like four to six 50 lb bowling balls being dropped from 15 ft onto the earth. I woke up with my heart racing and could hear footsteps outside the tent. At this point my eyes are closed shut tight as I want to pretend that I’m just asleep and not hearing what I’m hearing.
Then I start hearing my tent wall start lightly flopping almost like there’s wind hitting it but then it stopped. Thinking it was the wind, I opened up my eyes to try to makes sense of what I was hearing. Maybe I could see something that would explain what I was experiencing. Then my tent wall started being pushed in and something touched my arm. There was no wind and we had put our fire out before we went to bed so it was completely dark and still. I’m talking pitch black. As soon as I was able to breathe again (lol), I decided to sniff really loud in order to make awareness of me being awake. Instead of startling and jumping back like an animal or a person would do, this hand slowly retracted back off of my arm and the tent wall retracted back in response to my sniff. Within seconds after the tint wall went back to level, the fire blazed back up for literally no reason at all and there was no wind so no rational explanation for it. My buddy was laying right next to me and though did not experience the tent wall being pushed in, experienced the noises we heard and the fire blazing back up. We woke up the next morning and where the road went by right next to the tent and car, there was three sticks spanning the length across the road. One was that 12:00, one was at 11:00 and one was at 10:00. 12 and 11:00 were pointing straight up my car and 10:00 was at a 45° right angle pointing directly at my tent. There was nothing on the road the day before. My next and last encounter took place this last memorial day weekend. I went to the Tillamook State Forest on the Oregon coast to go camping with my cousin for the holiday weekend. The first day we were there, while checking out the dead end logging road we were camping on, My cousin was at the far end where there is a little shooting pit area and the road diminishes down to an ATV track and continues along the side of the berm until it shoots down a 90° cliff side. At the shooting berm, if you’re facing north, facing the berm, to the right goes up the berm and into the trees and to the left is a little grass and then raspberry and other brush growing with a thick Oregon coast tree line sloping down. He was at the end of this road checking it out when he told me that he heard a extremely low grunt / growl approximately 40 yards away from him in the thick brush. My cousin is an avid outdoorsman, avid off trail hiker and camper and has heard and seen many different varieties of game we have here.
He does not scare easily and he came back telling me that he heard a grunt and it scared him so bad he needed to leave the area. He did not recognize it at all and had never heard it before or anything like it since. We went about our day and had nothing else happened that evening except extremely strong feelings the entire time we were there. Almost like being watched but more of an uneasy feeling. The next day as we were packing up and getting ready to leave camp, I had just loaded the last item into the car to move spots and from the thick brush to the right me and my cousin both heard what I can only describe as a extremely creepy ominous low toned chuckle. Me and my cousin both looked at each other gave the look like we need to leave and simultaneously, without a word, turned tail and rushed to my car. We got to our second spot and that night had something bypedal walk up to our camp, stop once it realized that I was making ruckus trying to get it to realize we were there, go around our camp a good 30 to 40 yards outside of its original path and disappear into the night. We woke up the next morning with nothing amiss or in disarray and went back to the first spot that my cousin heard the grunt and we heard the chuckle but had nothing happened. That was the day the wildfires kicked up hardcore and I really believe that’s why we got skunked on our last day.
Well that’s all I have so far, I am still an active researcher and investigator and became so obsessed with the subject and the science behind it that It has made me dive way deeper into all aspects of the subject. I actually just recently started a podcast about the science behind the subject and that’s all thanks to you sir. Your podcast is what really got my extreme interest peaked into the subject, is what is responsible for the calls that I have heard (call blasting the calls from episode… 116? “Reported Sasquatch Sounds”, and in fact was the missouri screams both times that elicited both the aggressive encounter where I got scared off the spur road, and the response call me and my friend got following the road up past the lake. There has to be something with that call) And your podcast actually helped my PTSD from listening to people’s encounters. I think hearing other peoples encounters somehow helped me cope with the feelings and experience that I had on that spur road. I’ve almost died on the Clackamas River and that day on the spur road after call blasting, I have never felt so scared. It BY FAR surpassed the way I felt the day I almost died.”