Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I had a Sasquatch encounter, it’s not as interesting as some of the others posted on your site but I’m fairly confident that it was a Sasquatch. I am a big fan of the Bigfoot/Sasquatch mystery and love your site so I thought that I should report the incident. It was just an incident of stone throwing and not much else, but I’ll let you read the account and decide for yourself what I came across.

This was on September, 16-17 2011 at the Arapahoe Campground near Grand Lake. It’s a nice area with a lot of water bodies and rivers around. There’s Grand Lake, Shadow Mountain Lake, and Lake Granby all right next to each other. We were just there camping, it was my brother and cousin and I, and their families. My brother has 6 kids and his wife and my cousin and his 3 kids. We didn’t get there until later it was about 7pm by the time that I got there pretty dark. So I used the headlights to put up my tent and get everything set up. Well we didn’t get dinner going till like past 9pm and they were cooking pork chops, I thought that they were cooking steaks that I brought. I realized they weren’t steaks when I noticed that there was a bacon smell. The bacon smell went all over the area, which worried me because there might have been bears around. I had my handguns, but still I was a bit worried. We stayed up till like midnight talking about all kinds of stuff, politics, humor… just everything.

Then we went to bed and my tent was under a couple of really tall pine trees and I could hear all the water droplets hitting the tent and some kind of other type of skittering noise on the tent, I didn’t sleep all night. So after a while I decided to grab my .357 and take a look around. Of course this whole time I had Sasquatch on the brain… So by 2:30am I decided to get up and look around. I get dressed and out of my tent and see two glowing eyes looking at me from the food tent, it was a raccoon the size of a small dog, it was huge and I had the .357 in my pocket and just said “you git!” and kind of waved my hand at him and the raccoon just walked away casually. Then I told my brother and we moved all the food into his van, and went back to bed.

Back in my tent I could still hear the skittering and water droplets, so I still a bit paranoid at this point I decided just to stay awake all night. I could hear all sorts of small noises, including my brother snoring. Till about 4-4:30am I hear footsteps in the gravel road nearby and it’s over by my truck so I have my keys next to me and I hit the alarm button to see what will happen, it just went quite for a second, and then I heard something rubbing the roof of the truck. After that it was quite for a while till about 5-5:30am I could hear like a grunting type of noise (my cousin later said that it was like an elk after he bugels) over just beyond my brother’s tent. I figured that was a call that they’re leaving (whatever it was). So by 6am I hadn’t slept a wink and I nodded off and by 7:30 I was up and had to pee really bad, so I get up, I think that I was the first one up, and go off to the trees and did my business. On the way back to the tent I see what I think is a footprint, a pretty big one, I wear a 11 and it was about 6 inches longer than my foot at least. I showed it to my brother and we looked at it a bit (I didn’t take a picture). It could have just been a dent in the ground, it had no toes, so I didn’t think that it was definitive. Still curious I went to look around to see if I could find something a bit more certain. I decided I heard the grunting noise by my brother’s tent why not look over there, maybe a footprint or something who knows? Well where my brother set up his tent was backed up to the forest and there was a little trail going into the woods so I followed it. If it wasn’t for this I would have to say that I was just paranoid about the whole thing and just got over worked up for no reason. By this time it’s probably a little before 8am or so and I’m on the trail going wander around just a bit and look for footprints, just about 30 yards or so from the camp. Then a little squirrel up in a very tall tree caught my attention, and I was just watching it up there, and then a stone comes in being thrown at me. It wasn’t thrown hard or fast, in fact if it would have hit me I probably wouldn’t have even noticed. There were about 6 or 7 stones and they were just being lobbed and landing by my feet. Realizing what was going on I tried to see where these stones were coming from but I couldn’t see anything they were coming in from only 10-15 feet away. So after having read all the Sasquatch stories that I have, and understanding this to be a sign of “leave me alone” I just walked back to the camp kind of distraught that I didn’t see him. I didn’t go back to the area for a couple of hours, and I never got back in the area where the stones came from. It got really cold and rainy after that and I decided that I was going to call it and go home.

After I got home I had time to dwell on it and ask myself why would he be back there, anyway (if it was a Sasquatch)? Then it came to me first Sasquatch likes kids, there were 9 with us and he’s afraid of dogs. The people at the site next to us had like 4 dogs with them and where the stones were coming from was a good place to keep an eye on their site. Anyway, the whole thing might be a bit crazy but it was interesting too, it was a neat experience… but at that night I was really pretty scared.”