Finding Dystopia writes “Delve into the FULL 3-part bigfoot documentary series with Brian Gosselin as we explore the true story behind the Abair Road incident and other reported encounters in the Whitehall area.”
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Documenta writes “Join us on an extraordinary journey to Bluff Creek, California, the legendary site of the Patterson/Gimlin film, where new groundbreaking Bigfoot evidence is being uncovered.
In this hyper-realistic documentary, we delve deep into the mysterious world of Sasquatch, combining expert insights, compelling footage, and the rich history of this fascinating subject.
From legendary sightings to modern-day encounters, *Bluff Creek* has remained a hotspot for Bigfoot investigations. This video unearths new pieces of evidence and delves into decades of mystery, challenging what we think we know about the elusive creature that has captivated imaginations worldwide.”
The Confessionals writes “What if the enemy’s greatest tactic is making God’s power look counterfeit? Prophetic gifts, healing, divine authority, truths once rooted in scripture have been twisted into controversy, silenced by fear, and dismissed as deception. When the church stays quiet, counterfeit voices speak louder, luring the desperate with distorted echoes of what was once holy. This is the story of stolen inheritance, spiritual war, and the awakening of those brave enough to take back their inheritance.”
A listener writes “Hello Wes, this is my encounter with Bigfoot, it happen way before Bigfoot became popular, and has stayed with me for almost sixty years now.
When I was a child I used to go to church camp at different camps through Public Welfare Assistance. We didn’t have much money and my mother would send me to camp every summer. The year was 1966 and the location was A camp now called Camp Arnold at Timberlake, belonging to the Salvation Army, about 5 miles WNW of Eatonville Washington. This was a brand new camp and it was the opening summer for the camp.
The camp had Boys Town and Girls Town. There was a lake that had a dock with a slide that spiraled. The dock floated out a few yards form the shore. All the cabins were “A” frames with a loft for the councilors. Between the boys’ cabins and the girls’ cabins was the dinning hall.
I had a lot of fun that summer swimming, shooting guns and bow and arrows. The cabins were set within the fir trees and we had about eight boys per cabin. I think there were about fifty to seventy kids in camp. I was only about ten years old.
It was about the third day of camp when everything changed. We had retired for the night and everyone was in bed. I was awoken by loud noises. The counselor told us all to stay in our beds. I remember the boy who slept in the top bunk above me – I called him Silver Tooth for his front tooth was silver – looked out the window and said he saw several large hairy men around the water tower and the cabins and they were ten feet tall. I was scared so I hid under my covers and wished it would stop. The counselor was upset and said for us all to stay in our bed and to stay away from the door and windows.
After what seemed to be hours the ruckus stopped and we went to sleep. The next morning when we went outside. Just in front of our cabin was a 30 to 40 foot fir tree tipped over and the root ball was up in the air with a hole in the ground about eight feet. There were human like foot prints everywhere. There must of been several of them and of different sizes. I saw hundreds of foot prints everywhere. They were from eight inches to maybe fourteen inches in length and depressed into the ground about a quarter of an inch. You could see the toes – think four or five – I was pretty young and don’t remember.
They took us for a walk that day around the perimeter of the camp. I remember them telling us that the girls played a joke on us and that we were going to play a joke on them tonight. One counselors said you should see the dogs here they are five feet tall. As we walked, we came to the water tower where silver tooth saw the ten foot men, and there were large foot prints all around the water tower. When we got to the lake something had pulled a bunch of algae or sea weed out and it was everywhere.
That night we played a scary record (didn’t sound anything like the night before) and the counselor said we really got back at those girls.
When we woke up the next morning they told us we were going home early and we loaded the bus to come home two or three day early.
Back in those days I never heard of Bigfoot. Later in my life the movie Bigfoot came out and I went to see the movie. When the Bigfoot came into the camp it brought me back to the night in camp and the noises I heard that night.
As an adult I often think about that night and wonder how I could get a hold of someone else who was at Camp Timberlake that summer night. I know that all the adults must have seen them and even got some photos. My older sister said that she went to that camp on Mt. Rainer and at the gate it has a sign that says the only known sighting of Bigfoot.
If you know of this sighting please, tell me how I can find more about it and maybe even visit the camp or get in touch with others that were there that night.
Thank you
Years later my oldest son wanted to go to Alaska to be crab fisherman on a boat. Me and my friend John drove him up there and dropped him at the boat in Seattle. On the way home we went and found the camp. They had built new building, but all the old A frames were still there just as I remembered them. We looked for a ranger or camp guard but didn’t find anyone. I often still think of that day and have told friends, but they just laugh. I believe Bigfoot exist and no longer wish to see or find him.”
Paranormal Portal writes “PART 1 of 2 I started podcasting in 2019 and have formed some really incredible friendships with fellow podcasters. It has been truly wonderful to have this incredible network of friends for so many reasons, but one of the great reasons is to just get together and talk about the strange, weird and wonderful world of the Paranormal.
Shane Grove is one of those friends. Shane is the co creator of “From The Shadows” podcast and joined me on my YouTube livestream to discuss all of the weirdness and share ideas about the incredible events people share with us.”
A listener writes “The summer of ’86 was a hot one,my girlfriend and I were in Oregon, I was playing some gigs across the beautiful state of Oregon. My camper van was our motel on wheels. Every night after the gig, we searched for a new place to park our camper.
We particularly liked a place outside of the city of Bend, it had a beautiful waterfall but even that got tiresome so on a day I wasn’t playing we traveled around the area of Bend, nothing looked inviting so we kept driving out toward the desert area.
That’s when I saw an old sign that clearly was from a different era, the sign read (barely able to read it) the Skeleton Caves. I pulled over and looked at the map, nothing about it but on closer look it said “skeleton cave tours” but the road going to the cave had not been used in many years, almost grown over but I was feeling good about finding a cool place to camp for a couple of days, so off we went.
The road was a dirt road, it drove like you were on a washboard, slow go. Then we finally got to the cave.
My girlfriend started to get dinner started but first we went to the cave entrance which was actually a hole in the ground, there were steps going down to the cave. We walked into the mouth of the cave. It went down to total blackness so we only went maybe 25 or 30 yards, it seemed my flashlight was going dim so we went back to the camper, where my girlfriend returned to getting dinner which left me to explore the area.
Then I got a great idea, I had a little generator with me, I thought why not start the generator get my amp out and guitar and put the amp down in the mouth of the cave, then I fired it up, got down in the first 10 or 20 yards or so, put my guitar on plugged in and kicked it into distortion mode….damn …natural reverb!! I must have played for an half hour then I got my electric mandolin out and rocked out on that for about a half hour with distortion.
Dinner was getting almost ready so I packed up the generator and my equipment and started my dinner, we had the doors open everything was great then, off to the front of my van came the most guttural scream I have ever heard, it chilled me to the bone, I froze..my girlfriend seemed not to hear it! I thought its just my imagination, time for dinner, sitting in the camper eating and keeping my eyes toward where the sound came from…then I heard it again!
I then asked my girlfriend surely you heard that, no she said…in just a few moments I had heard two of the guttural sounds, that released what seemed to be a fight or flight instinct in me but I’m a young and strong man so as I was eating dinner. It was getting dusk, couldn’t see anything in the tree line, my head was like on a swivel, looking over here and over there, then I heard some small trees and bushes rustling behind us.
By this time I was so jumpy I started to shake a little, that’s when I heard another scream, for lack of a better term, in the same place as I heard it to start with. Then another scream further to my right, it seemed to be answering the first one and then from the tree line behind us, which was much closer to our camper, came a much deeper scream, I said to my girlfriend you must have heard that. I somehow managed to get the courage to get a couple of things I had sitting outside the camper packed up when all of a sudden all three places where I heard them ,started to scream first one, the another and the one behind us seemed to be communicating to each other! And getting closer.
The one behind us seemed to be the loudest, I grew up in a house with boys, testosterone was thick in our home, we were all afraid of nothing but this situation had me just about quivering.
Well I had enough of this, it was time to go, like I said fight or flight, now it’s flight! I told my girlfriend we’re leaving. I then remembered the road coming in here was a slow drive, washboard road and over grown trees and bushes, I realized it was going to be a slow couple of miles.
Started the van, turned it around and headed out of there but I heard what seemed to be almost child-like a repetitive scream, I looked to my right and saw small trees moving with what light I had left to see with, what in the hell could all of this mean, my mind couldn’t get it rationally understood. So off I drive to the main road, bad road was too slow, but I was going as fast as I could. Off to the left and off to the right my head looking back and forth, saw something moving the brush on my left, my headlights were the only light there was on that moonless night.
Both hands on the wheel I sped up the pace, not wanting to see what was in the bushes, finally we got on the main highway and drove about 20 miles before I found a spot to spend the night. I got out of the van walking off all the adrenaline I had in me.
I did not actually see what was screaming at me, but being in Oregon, my thoughts were it was Bigfoot! There is no telling how far that cave system went and what did they think when I played screaming rock and roll guitar and mandolin down in that cave. I never really thought much about Bigfoot, it was just fodder for movies and tv but now I am a firm believer.
So this story is a little different, it’s not a full sighting but an audible encounter. Years later the hair on my arms stand up just remembering that day.”
Wildman of the Woods writes “Join us on a gripping journey into the heart of Bigfoot country—from the dense forests of Ohio and Pennsylvania to the legendary wilds of Willow Creek, California, and the remote wilderness of Maine. This free Bigfoot documentary, narrated by Chester Moore of Southern Fried Bigfoot and author of Bigfoot South, dives deep into true Sasquatch encounters, unexplained sightings, and chilling cryptid evidence.
This feature-length film follows the personal experiences of Monica Bassett, a woman whose life was changed by a chilling nighttime encounter near her rural home in Ohio. Her story unfolds into a multi-state investigation as she and fellow witness Mona Jones recount the terrifying events that led them to believe something beyond explanation was lurking in the woods. From mysterious vocalizations and guttural roars to unnerving activity near campgrounds, their stories are woven together with expert analysis and field research to paint a compelling picture of Bigfoot’s possible presence across North America.
The documentary expands beyond anecdotal stories to include scientific perspectives, data mapping, and forensic breakdowns of well-known evidence like the Patterson-Gimlin film. Cryptozoologists, researchers, and investigators weigh in on the most credible sightings and physical indicators of an undiscovered primate species. Alongside thermal camera footage, audio recordings, and chilling patterns of behavior, the film explores how Bigfoot may not just exist deep in untouched wilderness, but potentially on the edges of human civilization, traveling river systems, crossing state lines, and eluding capture in plain sight.
Far more than just a collection of campfire tales, this documentary explores what it means when multiple witnesses—many of them credible, rational, and reluctant to speak out—begin to describe similar encounters across different states and decades. Could this be the same creature? Are there family groups? Is Bigfoot a relic hominid, a hidden species of North American ape, or something stranger still? These are the questions that haunt the wilderness—and that we aim to answer.”
Aaron writes “My ex father in law has a small hay farm in Tillamook County. In the early 2000’s, I used to head over from the valley on my days off to help with hay. One particular sunny day, we hit a lull, waiting for the wind rows to dry so we could continue bailing.
I took this opportunity to jump on the quad, and go up the old logging trail, that led up behind the old homestead on the property, as it’s surrounded buy timber on three sides and a river bordering the front of the property. It was mid July, quite warm, and around mid day. I thought maybe I’d run into elk(there’s a resident herd), deer or perhaps a bear(I’ve seen them near there). As I got to the top of the trail, I veered west and further down the trail into some thicker brush and trees, with plenty of sunlight still filtering through. I crossed over an old culvert that a creek went through, that fed a small waterfall down below and behind the old house. Not long after crossing over the culvert, a feeling of dread came over me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I can best describe it as my presence being wholly unwelcome. I stopped at a wide spot on the trail, with the intent of immediately turning around. Well, it was a large quad, and a not so wide spot as it turned out, and took some jockeying to get it spun around and headed back and away from this place. As I headed back the way I’d come, I had an overwhelming feeling that something was going to run up on me, pluck me right off that machine, and drag me away. I kept looking behind me thinking there would be something there, but never saw anything. I pretty much sped back down into the open, 20 acre hayfields, and stopped right in the middle. I had spent some time in the woods dinking around, and fishing the rivers(a lot)but never experienced what I can only describe as a darkness being directed at me. For the duration of my time spent there over the next 9 years or so, I never ventured back up to that spot.
So fast forward to around 2012 and the Finding Bigfoot craze. My three kids all loved to watch it, and all three had spent time at the hay ranch in the woods where I had my “feeling” years before. My son spent the most time there, as he started riding on the tractor with his grandfather when he was very young. His grandfather mounted a folding stadium seat with a seatbelt to the left fender of the tractor, where my son would sit for hours riding with his grandfather, taking, baling, mowing, etc. Anyway, one day he tells me he thinks he saw Bigfoot at the ranch with his PaPa one day, a couple of years prior. On a warm summers day, mid afternoon, while he was riding with his grandfather, and working the west field(a dirt road that runs the length of the property dissects in two halves) his grandfather says out loud, “What the fuck is that?”(grandfather is a gruff old guy and Vietnam Vet who operated on the Mekong Delta with the SEAL Teams, and who coincidentally has always maintained Bigfoot isn’t real), looking toward the east side of the field. On the east side there is a small finger that juts out into the field from the fence line against the woods where the grass grows tall and Alder trees established themselves, as the slope is too steep to safely operate machinery and its left to grow naturally. In the finger, my son said there was what looked like a man wearing all black, sitting on his haunches in the grass, watching them, I’m guessing this would be a little over 100 yards in distance. His grandfather keeps a scoped bolt action rifle on the tractor for coyote and elk poachers, but never picked it up to get a better look. My son told told me that he watched it for a while as the went back and forth, but eventually lost interest. He said that his grandfather on the other hand never took his eyes of the visitor. My son told me that eventually the man in black was gone. I asked him if he and his grandfather ever discussed what they’d seen, he told they had not. The only thing he said his grandfather had said, was right as they were leaving for the evening, at that was, “If you ever tell anyone what we saw, you’re fucking crazy”. Everything about this story, as far as his grandfathers behavior, is spot on and what I’d expect.
For about the next year or so after he told me the story, and after his mom and I divorced, we would fish the river near the ranch often for steelhead, cutthroat trout and salmon. We normally fished within a mile either direction of it, and on two separate occasions we had some strange goings on. One late, sunny spring day, with little to no breeze in the air, myself and my three kids were around half a mile downstream fishing for whatever would bite, and caught a few small trout. My two younger daughters were making bracelets out of little flowers they’d picked, while me and the boy casted endlessly. All of the sudden, from up the steep hill above us, we heard a thunderous crack and then boom, obviously a tree and fallen. It was pretty unsettling, and I looked over at my son whose eyes were as big as frisbees and with a panicked look on his face, he said, “Dad, it’s time to go”. I gathered everyone up and we left. A few weeks later while fishing early morning for steelhead, and within sight of the ranch, but slightly upstream of it , we had another incident. We were fishing two separate holes, separated by maybe sixty feet of heavily vegetated bank, when my son started yelling, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”. Thinking he had a fish on, I dropped my rod and rushed over to help, when I got there he was standing staring at the opposite bank where a small feeder creek dropped in. I asked what was going on, and he said that he heard a huge commotion coming straight down the hill, on the opposite side, branches breaking, etc. All of the sudden a deer jumped out into the river right in front of him, then looked in the direction in which he just came. He then bounded back onto the bank and ran up river. My son said it sounded like a freight train was headed right at him. It was soon after this that let lost all fishing bravado, and for a while would never be out of sight of me at the river. I think he finally compartmentalized these things and put them away. He never mentions any of this anymore and has moved on.
I not longer fish the area, and haven’t for years. My son is an adult now and a farmer by trade, as far as I can tell, he rarely spends any time at the ranch anymore.”
We will also be speaking to Chad and Chad writes “In 2003, I had an experience in Idaho while hunting. When retrieving my elk with horses in the dark, I encountered a creature. Part of the story entails it throwing a boulder at me and screaming. I am ex law enforcement, military, and a former state legislator.
My friend, deputy sheriff, also had an experience that I will share. I won’t share his name.”
Aaron writes “My ex father in law has a small hay farm in Tillamook County. In the early 2000’s, I used to head over from the valley on my days off to help with hay. One particular sunny day, we hit a lull, waiting for the wind rows to dry so we could continue bailing.
I took this opportunity to jump on the quad, and go up the old logging trail, that led up behind the old homestead on the property, as it’s surrounded buy timber on three sides and a river bordering the front of the property. It was mid July, quite warm, and around mid day. I thought maybe I’d run into elk(there’s a resident herd), deer or perhaps a bear(I’ve seen them near there). As I got to the top of the trail, I veered west and further down the trail into some thicker brush and trees, with plenty of sunlight still filtering through. I crossed over an old culvert that a creek went through, that fed a small waterfall down below and behind the old house. Not long after crossing over the culvert, a feeling of dread came over me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I can best describe it as my presence being wholly unwelcome. I stopped at a wide spot on the trail, with the intent of immediately turning around. Well, it was a large quad, and a not so wide spot as it turned out, and took some jockeying to get it spun around and headed back and away from this place. As I headed back the way I’d come, I had an overwhelming feeling that something was going to run up on me, pluck me right off that machine, and drag me away. I kept looking behind me thinking there would be something there, but never saw anything. I pretty much sped back down into the open, 20 acre hayfields, and stopped right in the middle. I had spent some time in the woods dinking around, and fishing the rivers(a lot)but never experienced what I can only describe as a darkness being directed at me. For the duration of my time spent there over the next 9 years or so, I never ventured back up to that spot.
So fast forward to around 2012 and the Finding Bigfoot craze. My three kids all loved to watch it, and all three had spent time at the hay ranch in the woods where I had my “feeling” years before. My son spent the most time there, as he started riding on the tractor with his grandfather when he was very young. His grandfather mounted a folding stadium seat with a seatbelt to the left fender of the tractor, where my son would sit for hours riding with his grandfather, taking, baling, mowing, etc. Anyway, one day he tells me he thinks he saw Bigfoot at the ranch with his PaPa one day, a couple of years prior. On a warm summers day, mid afternoon, while he was riding with his grandfather, and working the west field(a dirt road that runs the length of the property dissects in two halves) his grandfather says out loud, “What the fuck is that?”(grandfather is a gruff old guy and Vietnam Vet who operated on the Mekong Delta with the SEAL Teams, and who coincidentally has always maintained Bigfoot isn’t real), looking toward the east side of the field. On the east side there is a small finger that juts out into the field from the fence line against the woods where the grass grows tall and Alder trees established themselves, as the slope is too steep to safely operate machinery and its left to grow naturally. In the finger, my son said there was what looked like a man wearing all black, sitting on his haunches in the grass, watching them, I’m guessing this would be a little over 100 yards in distance. His grandfather keeps a scoped bolt action rifle on the tractor for coyote and elk poachers, but never picked it up to get a better look. My son told told me that he watched it for a while as the went back and forth, but eventually lost interest. He said that his grandfather on the other hand never took his eyes of the visitor. My son told me that eventually the man in black was gone. I asked him if he and his grandfather ever discussed what they’d seen, he told they had not. The only thing he said his grandfather had said, was right as they were leaving for the evening, at that was, “If you ever tell anyone what we saw, you’re fucking crazy”. Everything about this story, as far as his grandfathers behavior, is spot on and what I’d expect.
For about the next year or so after he told me the story, and after his mom and I divorced, we would fish the river near the ranch often for steelhead, cutthroat trout and salmon. We normally fished within a mile either direction of it, and on two separate occasions we had some strange goings on. One late, sunny spring day, with little to no breeze in the air, myself and my three kids were around half a mile downstream fishing for whatever would bite, and caught a few small trout. My two younger daughters were making bracelets out of little flowers they’d picked, while me and the boy casted endlessly. All of the sudden, from up the steep hill above us, we heard a thunderous crack and then boom, obviously a tree and fallen. It was pretty unsettling, and I looked over at my son whose eyes were as big as frisbees and with a panicked look on his face, he said, “Dad, it’s time to go”. I gathered everyone up and we left. A few weeks later while fishing early morning for steelhead, and within sight of the ranch, but slightly upstream of it , we had another incident. We were fishing two separate holes, separated by maybe sixty feet of heavily vegetated bank, when my son started yelling, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”. Thinking he had a fish on, I dropped my rod and rushed over to help, when I got there he was standing staring at the opposite bank where a small feeder creek dropped in. I asked what was going on, and he said that he heard a huge commotion coming straight down the hill, on the opposite side, branches breaking, etc. All of the sudden a deer jumped out into the river right in front of him, then looked in the direction in which he just came. He then bounded back onto the bank and ran up river. My son said it sounded like a freight train was headed right at him. It was soon after this that let lost all fishing bravado, and for a while would never be out of sight of me at the river. I think he finally compartmentalized these things and put them away. He never mentions any of this anymore and has moved on.
I not longer fish the area, and haven’t for years. My son is an adult now and a farmer by trade, as far as I can tell, he rarely spends any time at the ranch anymore.”
We will also be speaking to Chad and Chad writes “In 2003, I had an experience in Idaho while hunting. When retrieving my elk with horses in the dark, I encountered a creature. Part of the story entails it throwing a boulder at me and screaming. I am ex law enforcement, military, and a former state legislator.
My friend, deputy sheriff, also had an experience that I will share. I won’t share his name.”
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Salish Sasquatch writes “Come with us to Bluff Creek California to visit the historical site of the Patterson/Gimlin film and also new evidence.” Bluff Creek, California, is a watercourse in the Six Rivers National Forest, located in the Klamath Mountains near Orleans, California. Specifically, it’s a tributary of the Klamath River, known for the legendary Bluff Creek Trail and the site where the Patterson-Gimlin film of a purported Bigfoot was shot in 1967.
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A listener writes “I’ve been wanting to reach out to you for a few years now since discovering Sasquatch Chronicles in 2020. If it wasn’t for your podcast & listening to hundreds of encounters I would still have no clue that I’ve been around these things since as far back as I can remember as a child.
As a kid I will never forget the Patterson Gimlin film. I knew immediately that Patty was a real live creature. Anyone that grew up in those days knew right away that Hollywood had no costumes of that quality. I say that to also say that as I got older I never gave much thought to Bigfoot. As a kid I thought they lived in Northern California & at some point went extinct. Never in a million years would I think that they were alive & thriving throughout the U.S. A. Least of all the South. So yes I was an absolute non-believer, and had a good laugh when someone believed in them. I am so sorry for thinking that way & apologize to anyone that is a believer or a knower.
The biggest reason for waiting so long to reach out to you is due to the fact that I work for a 3 letter agency within the federal government. I love my job & would really hate to lose it. I would like to remain anonymous if possible. I am originally from Ohio & both of my parents were from WV. As a kid we would visit my maternal granny every summer & anytime my mother could get my dad to take a vacation. Mostly summers. This property which is up a holler has been in the family for at least a couple of hundred years, and I believe these creatures have been there just as long, if not longer.
I would love to talk to you about my experiences throughout my life with what I came to realize was Sasquatch finally in 2021, and some other paranormal experiences that I’ve had throughout my life. I do have to say that I have only actually had one sighting back between 2011-2013. The only reason that I can’t pin the exact year down is due to thinking that my mother & I were looking at some really strange black bears in the back of the house from the kitchen windows in WV & kind of put it out of my mind. Between those same years my husband & I were screamed/growled/hollered at.
That is very hard to describe because we have never heard anything exactly like that & at the end of it the sound reminded me of an ape. At that moment was the first time Sasquatch came to my mind. It was really odd to me because I didn’t believe that these things were real. It scared me so bad that I left my husband for dead & never walked so fast to get inside of my granny’s house & locked the door behind me. There was zero fight, also in WV, same property. I also believe that while living in a rural area of TN between the years of 2015-2020 we lived amongst them due to the many strange occurrences we went through in that house.
I am truly thankful for being clueless and I will explain why it’s better that I wasn’t aware. I do have a lot of paranormal things if you would want to hear any of that, a nephew that brought something into my mother’s home in Cleveland OH many years ago, possibly demonic, a story about some missing time in 2021 & can go into better detail about everything if you would like to give me a call.
I have a daughter that witnessed one of those light orbs that so many people have seen, but no one knows what they are. My daughter and I have our own thoughts on what they may be due to the thoughts that she got when seeing one with her husband. She also agreed to speak with you about it since she witnessed it and I didn’t. If she isn’t here if you decide to call me I can give you her number and a time to call her. There’s so much & I’m ADHD so I am kind of all over the place and have a hard time putting it all in an email. Feel free to reach out anytime after 7pm Central time during the week and weekends.”
Chad writes “Back in 1992, I was stationed at Ft. Lewis in the 3rd Battalion, 1st Special Forces Group (Airborne). We were running a force-on-force training operation. I don’t recall the exact location—maybe an hour’s drive from Lewis.
Our task was to defend a simulated Surface-to-Air Missile (SAM) site consisting of a trailer and container meant to resemble a rocket launcher.
We had two Special Forces Operational Detachment Alphas (ODAs) involved, roughly 20 guys total, plus a few support personnel. The site was backed up against the “no play zone,” so any attacking team could only approach from the west. It was fortified: two M-60 machine gun nests, a perimeter of seasoned operators, M-16s for each of us, a couple of HF radios—basic gear for a simulated “enemy” approach. No high-speed tech, no grenade simulators that I can recall.
The terrain was layered: a track in front of the site, then woods, then a clean trail parallel to a ridge 150 meters to the west. Beyond that, a large field of tall grass. Ferns covered the ridge slope—dense and knee-to-hip high.
Our mission was to intercept and resist any attempt to assault the SAM site, likely between dusk and sunrise. We ran rotating two-man patrols along the trail, each covering a three-hour shift.
The night of the encounter, I was paired with a Sergeant First Class—an 18D medic whom I’ll call “Guy.” He’d been in group for years. I was 22 at the time, on of the youngest on site.
Moonlight was strong—brilliant enough to allow stealth movement. We paced slowly, stopping every few meters to kneel and scan. After an hour, we paused under a shadowed area. Guy lit a cigarette with quiet precision—no glow exposed. I asked how he did that. He smirked and said, “Sniper check.”
Then it happened.
A deafening scream rang out from the ridge. At first, I thought it was an animal. But then came a bizarre shift: halfway through, it took on a human tone. Eight to ten seconds of sustained vocalization that morphed into a frantic, incoherent babble… and finally, a coyote-like cackle or laughing sound. The volume never dropped.
We scanned the ridge. I spotted a silhouette—a massive figure, turning swaying side to side near a tree at the top of the ridge. It looked human. I thought, “Who in group is that size?” We went guns up. The figure turned north and walked away.
We pursued him, assuming a diversion tactic to draw us away from the site. But despite jogging, we couldn’t close the gap. He moved quickly—strangely so. This went on for nearly a kilometer and a half.
The forest thickened. The ridge narrowed – bottle necked. And then the figure veered east—straight toward us—charging downhill like a bipedal rhino through underbrush. Not sticks snapping… limbs breaking.
I think at this moment, I realized It wasn’t human and started to categorize it.
We veered northwest off the trail to intercept. It turned north, the woods were dark – perfect place for a kill zone, an ambush, I could still track its movement. Then… silence. It stopped moving.
Total quiet. We crept forward—as noted this was textbook ambush territory. But nothing came. The smell did.
It hit in layers. First: wet dog tangled with decay. Then: putrid infection, feces, rot. It overwhelmed me. As the stench peaked, dread set in. Danger. Immediate and primal.
I glanced at Guy. He nodded: time to back out.
We backed out—me facing rear, unwilling to turn my back. I feared a charge. Surprisingly, Guy was only 15 feet behind. I suspect he walked backward too.
Eventually we hit the trail again, dazed. We stood in silence. Not tactical—just stunned. I have no concept of how long we stood there. I remember being totally surprised by how far we went, and how far off the trail we went. Almost like an unexplainable time warp.
We never spoke of it again. The only time I had heard what Guy had experienced was later that morning as he debriefed the CO and some of the others.
There is much more to this encounter that I would like to discuss with you.”
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The mountaineers.org writes “Just outside the town of Cougar and tucked along the flanks of Mt. St. Helens is Ape Caves. If you like to mix facts about earth science with a spin of the legend of Sasquatch this is the perfect spot for a outing that adds a cool setting to both.
The visit to the cave, over 2000 years old is worthy as a stand alone geological spectacle but, as I was digging into the history of the area, a bigger fictional nugget was unearthed. I found the general area of Cougar may be where the legend of Sasquatch originated.
If you grew up here, I have a feeling others will come forward with their version of Sasquatch but Becks version, mentioned below, seems to be one of the better recounts.
Sasquatch, the “Ape Man”, Bigfoot, the Abominable, was encountered throughout the last 10 decades in the PNW. This story as retold in this version is by a man named Fred Beck in 1967. His son has scribed it here and titled it “I Fought the Ape Man of Mt. St. Helens”
As this story goes, Beck and others had actually fought the “Ape Man” when he was a part of a party of 5 miners back in 1924. He never told this story to save embarrassment of the other men involved it reads but later after other reports of a missing skier in 1950, reports of hikers having feelings of being watched, hearing whistling in the woods, and very large foot prints in the area went on for some time. Beck states, “I must tell mine” and it has all has the makings of a perfect “things that go bump in the night” story with Beck and his group fighting the Bigfoot throughout the night from the cabin they inhabited.
Back to Ape Caves. Take your family; It’s good for all ages and has great stories you can weave into the big educational benefits your kids won’t moan over. If you have a few minutes go to the interesting castings of trees you can send them on hands and knees through the boardwalk and tree cast tunnel at the Trail of Two Forests.
Strange Familiars writes “First, Angelica shares her stories of multiple Flannel man encounters, shadow people, and more. Next, we present stories of black dog ghosts from Ohio.”
A listener writes “I live about 30 miles as the crow flies from where Mike in episode 761 had his encounter. Our five-acre property backs up to a large timber tract to the north. After a couple of farms, everything else is basically timber up to the Chickasawhay River.
So we live in a bottleneck for wildlife. It’s not uncommon to have deer walk right by my porch in the middle of the day as they’re moving between these two areas of timber.
We’ve lived on this property for about two years, and we’ve heard several strange sounds. The first and most alarming was a scream so loud it woke us up from a dead sleep, and I instinctively jumped out of bed and grabbed my gun. It sounded a lot like a woman screaming in terror. People around here claim there are still panthers around, but I’m doubtful of that. But in either case, I’ve listened to a hundred panther screams, and none of them come close to the scream I heard. It sounded like it was right outside our window. I can’t remember exactly when that was. Maybe early fall 2023?
A few weeks ago, right as we were falling asleep, we heard howls in the woods. I didn’t tell my wife at the time, but it was a dead-ringer for the Ohio howl. We tried to come up with other explanations (coyotes, owls, etc.), but nothing matched. A couple nights later, my wife told me she heard it going off in the middle of the night for twenty or thirty minutes. I pulled up the Ohio howl, and she said it sounded exactly like it. She had never heard it before, and she has no interest in Bigfoot.
There are other signs too. A couple of times, I’ve walked out on the porch early in the morning and smelled a weird skunky smell. The first time it happened, I thought a skunk had sprayed my cat, but it dissipated very quickly. Normally, if a skunk sprays, the smell lingers around for a day or more, but this smell seems to go away. There have also been times when I was sitting out on the porch at night, and this sense of dread comes over me. Even if nothing seems out of the ordinary, I feel this strong urge to go inside and lock all the doors.
I’m writing this tonight because I just heard another sound. I walked outside, shut the door, took two steps, and there was a loud knock in the woods. I’d heard that before when I walked out at night, but I’m just putting two and two together now.
We haven’t had a sighting, and frankly, I’d prefer if we didn’t. Hopefully, if these things are around, they’re just passing through the bottleneck like all the other wildlife (if these count as wildlife). We’ve got a big streetlight in our yard, but I’ve been thinking about putting up some game cameras as an extra deterrent. We’ve also started being extra careful about letting our kids play outside alone.
This almost certainly isn’t podcast material, but for some reason, I imagine you have a big map with a bunch of pins it, and I thought it might interest you to stick another pin up there in south Mississippi.”
A listeners writes “Back in 1992, I was stationed at Ft. Lewis in the 3rd Battalion, 1st Special Forces Group (Airborne). We were running a force-on-force training operation. I don’t recall the exact location—maybe an hour’s drive from Lewis.
Our task was to defend a simulated Surface-to-Air Missile (SAM) site consisting of a trailer and container meant to resemble a rocket launcher.
We had two Special Forces Operational Detachment Alphas (ODAs) involved, roughly 20 guys total, plus a few support personnel. The site was backed up against the “no play zone,” so any attacking team could only approach from the west. It was fortified: two M-60 machine gun nests, a perimeter of seasoned operators, M-16s for each of us, a couple of HF radios—basic gear for a simulated “enemy” approach. No high-speed tech, no grenade simulators that I can recall.
The terrain was layered: a track in front of the site, then woods, then a clean trail parallel to a ridge 150 meters to the west. Beyond that, a large field of tall grass. Ferns covered the ridge slope—dense and knee-to-hip high.
Our mission was to intercept and resist any attempt to assault the SAM site, likely between dusk and sunrise. We ran rotating two-man patrols along the trail, each covering a three-hour shift.
The night of the encounter, I was paired with a Sergeant First Class—an 18D medic whom I’ll call “Guy.” He’d been in group for years. I was 22 at the time, on of the youngest on site.
Moonlight was strong—brilliant enough to allow stealth movement. We paced slowly, stopping every few meters to kneel and scan. After an hour, we paused under a shadowed area. Guy lit a cigarette with quiet precision—no glow exposed. I asked how he did that. He smirked and said, “Sniper check.”
Then it happened.
A deafening scream rang out from the ridge. At first, I thought it was an animal. But then came a bizarre shift: halfway through, it took on a human tone. Eight to ten seconds of sustained vocalization that morphed into a frantic, incoherent babble… and finally, a coyote-like cackle or laughing sound. The volume never dropped.
We scanned the ridge. I spotted a silhouette—a massive figure, turning swaying side to side near a tree at the top of the ridge. It looked human. I thought, “Who in group is that size?” We went guns up. The figure turned north and walked away.
We pursued him, assuming a diversion tactic to draw us away from the site. But despite jogging, we couldn’t close the gap. He moved quickly—strangely so. This went on for nearly a kilometer and a half.
The forest thickened. The ridge narrowed – bottle necked. And then the figure veered east—straight toward us—charging downhill like a bipedal rhino through underbrush. Not sticks snapping… limbs breaking.
I think at this moment, I realized It wasn’t human and started to categorize it.
We veered northwest off the trail to intercept. It turned north, the woods were dark – perfect place for a kill zone, an ambush, I could still track its movement. Then… silence. It stopped moving.
Total quiet. We crept forward—as noted this was textbook ambush territory. But nothing came. The smell did.
It hit in layers. First: wet dog tangled with decay. Then: putrid infection, feces, rot. It overwhelmed me. As the stench peaked, dread set in. Danger. Immediate and primal.
I glanced at Guy. He nodded: time to back out.
We backed out—me facing rear, unwilling to turn my back. I feared a charge. Surprisingly, Guy was only 15 feet behind. I suspect he walked backward too.
Eventually we hit the trail again, dazed. We stood in silence. Not tactical—just stunned. I have no concept of how long we stood there. I remember being totally surprised by how far we went, and how far off the trail we went. Almost like an unexplainable time warp.
We never spoke of it again. The only time I had heard what Guy had experienced was later that morning as he debriefed the CO and some of the others.
There is much more to this encounter that I would like to discuss with you.”
A listener writes “I wanted to share my experience I had back in May of this year. This was in a large natural area in Southeast Michigan. I was suppose to meet up with my research/ investigating friend on a Friday night in May at a camp.
The weather was not so great on the way down. It was storming off and on throughout the afternoon. When I got to the camp nobody was there. My friend Gabe was still working and had not been able to come yet. It wasn’t dark yet but raining so I stayed in my van. Finally after texting back and forth, we established that He would come out the next morning because the radar showed a huge storm approaching and there were already flash flood warnings out.
So as twilight approached I decided to go outside even though it was sprinkling and load up on my drinks for the night so I would not have to get out again after dark in the storm approaching. I did not have a fire going didn’t see the sense in that. After grabbing two pops from my cooler I approached the opening of my van the slider door on the side.I had miscalculated my timing and now it was fairly dark with almost no light..I looked toward my left out into this neighboring field there were 4 sets of eyes kind of greenish, and they were heading right at me.
I figured they were about the right height for coyote or deer..but I was a bit confused as to why they were coming at me..I grabbed my little flashlight from behind the seat and turned it on the eyes and yelled out in a very stern voice “Whatever you are that’s far enough!” The creatures stopped and I realized now they were whitetails..all adult deer no fawns or bucks with them..In that second I thought to myself Why are these deer running up to me that’s not normal behavior..light went off in my head..they were trying to escape a predator.
Soon as I thought that they all raised their heads and looked back at the wood line on the other side of the field..then bolted across the field taking off and away to the left.
I started panning the wood line and bingo there about 7 or 8 feet ( a guess) up in the air were two huge round forward facing eyes set wide apart..And NOW its watching me instead of following the deer..I called out “I see you” in a casual voice but loud enough to let it know I knew it was there..It kept watching me. I grabbed my bigger flashlight thinking I would light this thing up with my 1500 lumen but no all I could see was the eyes watching me still.
Now its very dark and sprinkling harder..I decide to get into my van and get my thermal out thinking Im going to try and thermal this thing..its still standing in the treeline. I step up into my slider door turn around and sit down on my bed, grab my key fob thinking id shut the slider door while its raining and I’m getting my thermal out.
I hit the key fob and as the door slides shut I hear this very loud growl/roar and it sounds like it is 6 feet from my van!! The door finishes shutting I hit lock and alarm. I am in shock now and sitting inside in the dark thinking no way am I going back out there and am I going to have to climb over the middle console to jump in the drivers seat to escape?!
I listened intently waiting to see if my door was going to be torn off or what this thing was going to do and then the torrential storm hit …I was not going to turn on any interior light and would just keep quiet..even though it rained most of the rest of the night i could hear screams and howls throughout the night..something screamed and the coyotes sounded off going nuts…Gabe showed up next morning and crossed over there and found suspicious tracks…upon his return to camp he was going to go back and cast the one but it had been scuffed out..very strange..I was happy to not be alone anymore at camp Ill tell you that! Then in June in a different area I was attempting to hike a trail but stopped on top of a berm to look at a print and got charged from behind in the woods behind me but I couldn’t see it.
You are welcome to call me if you want the rest of that experience.”
Willow Creek, California, has a history deeply intertwined with its natural surroundings, from its origins as a seasonal Mono settlement to its role in the logging and agricultural industries. Originally named China Flat due to the presence of Chinese laborers, it later became known as Willow Creek in honor of the pack train drivers who relied on the creek’s willows for navigation.
The area is also famously associated with Bigfoot, with the Patterson-Gimlin film of 1967 filmed near Bluff Creek in Willow Creek.
Bigfoot: How Willow Creek Became Tormented By Bigfoot Sightings
On the coast of Queensland, Australia, rumors of something extraordinary have haunted locals for centuries. Aboriginal cave paintings depict a large and furry bipedal monster called the Yowie. These rumors and reports have become local legend, and sightings of the mysterious animal show no signs of slowing down.
Yowie: Australia’s Bigfoot Found In The Bush Terrorizing Locals
John from episode 1173 writes “Hi Wes, hope your week has started off well. A listener that lives fairly close to me got in touch with me today and he seems very credible. He sent me a link to a website of a lady who does sketches of what people have seen. I’m going to attach a couple pictures that is 100% what we witnessed.”
On Sunday John talked about the female and the younger creature looking very human.
John’s encounter – Strange Sighting During Floods
Spoke to John and he said “I never believed in Sasquatch. I never gave it a second thought. I really thought the subject was ridiculous. John writes “Good afternoon Wes, I would like to share an encounter my wife and I had during the devastating floods from Hurricane Helene that hit Western North Carolina in September of last year. We encountered what was no doubt a female Sasquatch with a juvenile while attempting to get to higher ground.
The encounter happened in a very remote area that is part of a watershed here in WNC. After the encounter I have done some investigating on my own since there’s really no credible researcher in my area. I have turned up some rather interesting information.”