Mike Wanders writes “Here is Episode FOUR of my Six Weeks Out West series, which features an EPIC Bigfoot investigation that I did on the Brown Property, located on the Chehalis Indian Reservation in Washington State.

It was really great to finally meet up with Jonathan and Sara Brown of Salish Sasquatch, and have them show me around their property – a known hotspot for bigfoot activity. The Browns have been telling me for years about all the sasquatch activity that they have been experiencing, so it was great to finally be able to meet up in person and check things out for myself. This episode concludes the first major chapter of bigfoot content that I filmed while out west.”

A listener writes “Hi Wes, After listening to that Kansas episode I thought I should chime in. My former property is located not too far from Clinton Lake, which I’m at probably 4 – 6 times a year. My former property was over 400 acres and surrounded by similar properties and habitats.

I lived there from about 2004 to about 2014. The property had been in my family for about 100 years and I had been going up to the property from Kansas City with my grandpa since I was a little kid.

Examples:
1. Probably the most stark example for me personally was one Sunday late afternoon in probably August 2014 – I brought back a squeaky ball toy for my dog and something charged my house with lungs so big it felt like the size of an elephant. When it growled at me the sound waves literally went through my body – it was surreal.

I’ve heard the little girls playing in the woods voices. I’ve had logs thrown right by my head. I’ve had brown furry creatures close to the house in the woods that I couldn’t identify. We’ve heard human like voices exclaim in alarm as we shot into the woods at night. My friend Rob was stalked one night when he drove my atv into a ravine and he couldn’t get out of it for hours. I’ve had the tree breaks markings. I’ve had very large trees moved onto my atv/jeep trails.

I’ve never had face-to-face contact, thank G-d. I live in the heart of downtown Kansas City now and knowing what I know now, I’m not sure I could ever move back out to the country.

Anyway – happy to chat – I’m a big fan of the show!”

A listener writes “I’m writing on behalf of a friend who is a member of your podcast. I was visiting him last week and we spoke for hours about his bigfoot experiences. I was riveted. He has had two experiences that sound eerie. Both incidents occurred when he went fishing.

In the first, all sound stopped as he was walking to the river and he felt a heaviness fall upon him. He saw a very tall figure about a hundred yards away. There were no other fishermen around which was odd because it was early morning and prime fishing season. There is obviously more to the story.

In the second incident he believes he was being escorted away from the fishing area. He heard leaves crunching with every step he took, but then realized the leaves on the path were damp and trampled down so they shouldn’t be crunching. He stopped and continued to hear two more footsteps crunching leaves. He waited…nothing. He continued walking and the exact thing happened again. Again he stopped and two more crunches occurred behind some brush.”

Spoke to Joe and he has agreed to come on the show.

A listener writes “I’m writing on behalf of a friend who is a member of your podcast. I was visiting him last week and we spoke for hours about his bigfoot experiences. I was riveted. He has had two experiences that sound eerie. Both incidents occurred when he went fishing. In the first, all sound stopped as he was walking to the river and he felt a heaviness fall upon him. He saw a very tall figure about a hundred yards away. There were no other fishermen around which was odd because it was early morning and prime fishing season. There is obviously more to the story.

In the second incident he believes he was being escorted away from the fishing area. He heard leaves crunching with every step he took, but then realized the leaves on the path were damp and trampled down so they shouldn’t be crunching. He stopped and continued to hear two more footsteps crunching leaves. He waited…nothing. He continued walking and the exact thing happened again. Again he stopped and two more crunches occurred behind some brush.”

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Tonight we will be speaking to Seth and Seth writes “I grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia, and went to college there too. That’s where this story took place.

It’s not a Bigfoot encounter at least I don’t think it is. Honestly, I’m not sure what kind of encounter it was. All I know is that it happened to me. I’ve often wished someone could explain it, tell me what it was or what it meant.

It happened on October 31, 2001, under a full blue moon, along one of the quietest stretches of the Blue Ridge Parkway. At the time, I was driving a 1970 Chevy Bel Air an old steel boat of a car and I had pulled into the James River overlook near Goff Mountain Road. It was close to midnight. The moon was so bright it almost felt like daytime.

I shut the engine off and decided to stretch my legs. There’s a small trail there that leads down toward a bench maybe a hundred yards from the parking area. I’d spent a lot of time in the woods so being out in the forest at night didn’t bother me. I knew what normal nighttime woods felt like.

And I also knew when something felt off.

As I walked down the trail, the stillness felt unnatural. No breeze. No insects. No rustling. Nothing. I sat on the bench and looked through the bare branches while the moonlight spilled across the slope below. It was beautiful, but something about it felt wrong. Like I was being watched.

Then I heard a SnapA single limb breaking somewhere downslope, maybe fifty to a hundred yards away toward the Bellamy Creek drainage. At first I didn’t think much of it deer snap branches all the time. Then it happened again. And again.

What caught my attention wasn’t just the sound it was the pattern. The breaks started coming from different directions. Not like one animal moving through the woods. I counted five, maybe ten distinct snaps, each spaced about four or five seconds apart.

Then the timing changed. The snaps started coming faster… one every second or two… and they seemed to be moving in a circle around me. That was enough. Instinct kicked in, and I stood up and headed back to the car. When I got inside the car, I didn’t start the engine right away. I just sat there with the keys in the ignition, ready to leave if I needed to.

At first, nothing happened. Then something hit the hood. It sounded exactly like a Douglas fir cone hitting steel hard, solid, unmistakable. The problem was that there were no pine or fir trees there. Only deciduous trees, and by that time of year all their leaves had already fallen. There was nothing up there that could drop.

Then another hit. Then they started falling faster like something was throwing them.

They weren’t rocks or dirt. Every impact sounded the same weight, the same size, the same hollow thunk of a heavy cone hitting metal. The hood, the roof, the trunk maybe even the sides of the car. But I couldn’t see anything falling. Nothing bouncing off. Nothing rolling away. Just the sound.

I looked up toward the treeline in front of me, expecting to see bare trunks and branches in the moonlight. Instead, I saw figures. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The shapes looked like people standing among the trees. They weren’t trees.They were tall figures six to seven feet high wearing what looked like long hoods or cloaks. Completely black. No faces. No hands. Just darkness beneath the hoods.

Some stood still. Others seemed angled toward me. It was like they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it. I turned to my left, toward the grassy median beside the car, and saw more shapes there. Maybe three to eight of them, lying flat on the ground like bodies. Each time I looked away and then looked back, they were closer.

But they never moved while I was watching. No sound. No crawling. Just different positions every time my eyes shifted.

Then I noticed something near the driver’s side of the car. Three smaller figures, only five to ten feet away. These weren’t tall like the ones near the trees. They were crouched or hunched close to the ground, almost like children playing. Under each hood there was a faint flicker like someone trying to light a cigarette lighter that never quite caught. Meanwhile the impacts on the car were coming faster and faster.

At that point, instinct completely took over. I turned the key, threw the car into Drive, and sped out of the overlook as fast as I could. As I pulled away, those smaller figures were right beside my door. If the window had been open, I’m certain I could have reached out and touched them. They just watched. I drove for about five miles before finally pulling over. Nothing had followed me.

When I got out and inspected the car, there wasn’t a single dent. No scratches. No debris. Nothing at all that explained what I had heard hitting the car.

I’ve looked at that location on maps many times since then. But I’ve never gone back in person. Not once. I haven’t even driven that stretch of the Parkway again. There’s one detail that still bothers me, though. When I later looked at the spot on Google Maps, the overlook where I had parked appeared to be on the wrong side of the road. I clearly remember pulling into it on the right side from the direction I was traveling.

But according to the map, it should have been on the left. I’ve tried to make sense of that for years, and I still can’t. For a long time, I never told anyone about this.”

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A listener writes “When visiting my grandparents in Henry, they would tell stories like preachers thumping a bible – these creatures were real to them.

I was skeptical but fascinated as a young girl.

On one visit, my grandmother pulled me out of bed at 2AM to look through a telescope. I was about 12, and she pointed it into the mountains to show me a light that couldn’t be explained. Rapidly shifting through the entire spectrum of colors and hovering in a zig zagging pattern. We watched for a long time until I was too tired to stay up. I can’t explain why or how anything would be in those hills in the early hours of the evening hovering, or how it would also emit such a spectrum of color.

Fast forward to me visiting my parent in the summer of 2024, I brought by husband and children to my parents new property in Bear Lake area of Idaho. We had an auditory experience that I am absolutely certain was Sasquatch in the wilderness there while stopped for lunch on a side by side ride. Tree knocking, and when my mom took the grandkids on an air-brain expedition to go check out a tantalizing flower across a deeply cut stream bed, we immediately heard a triangulation of whoops on the thickly wooded hill, essentially surrounding our little party. They continued until my husband and I frantically ran to our children and grabbed their hands. The moment we did, the whooping stopped abruptly. The lunch we all shared following that was filled with dread. That night, my dad shared that there had been a sighting days earlier on a ridge nearby.

I live in Marfa, TX now. The ranch I live on has optimal viewing for the iconic “marfa lights”. We did not know that before securing living areas arrangements out here, and after having a few close encounters with Marfa Lights, I am just expecting a cryptid encounter due to my unfortunate conditioning.

I believe that whatever this being is, is oddly connected with heightened paranormal activity in these areas.”

From The Shadows writes “Rodney joins us from Kansas to share a couple of stories that his grandpa shared with him. One was certainly a Bigfoot but what the other creature was remains a mystery. Rodney also tells about an interesting night he had chasing a UFO across then night sky Wichita, Kansas.”

A listener shared the following account: “I had a really unusual encounter at the end of October 2025. I believe a Bigfoot may have thrown a deer under my truck here in Maine. There’s a lot more detail I can go into. Just yesterday I also found a tree break that looks very recent I’ll take a picture tomorrow.

I’m not making this up; I’m a registered Maine Guide. There is another incident I would like to discuss.”

After speaking with the witness, it’s clear he is an experienced guide who spends a lot of time in the woods. He described a hunting trip during which the incident occurred. While driving along a wooded road, he noticed what he described as a large, black void in the tree line almost as if something massive was standing there.

Suddenly, a deer came flying out of the forest and slammed into his truck.

The witness explained, “The deer came from that black mass area. I’ve hit deer before, but this one came out differently it was like it had been thrown at my truck.”

He stopped the vehicle and got out to check on the animal. The deer appeared to be dead. He returned to his truck and called the police to report that he had struck a deer and gave them his location.

He then grabbed his pistol with the intention of putting the animal down if it was still alive. But when he walked back to where the deer had been lying, it was gone.

According to the witness, the blood on the ground suggested the deer had been dragged away, as if something had pulled it off the road and into the woods.

A listener writes “I grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia, and went to college there too. That’s where this story took place.

It’s not a Bigfoot encounter at least I don’t think it is. Honestly, I’m not sure what kind of encounter it was. All I know is that it happened to me. I’ve often wished someone could explain it, tell me what it was or what it meant.

It happened on October 31, 2001, under a full blue moon, along one of the quietest stretches of the Blue Ridge Parkway. At the time, I was driving a 1970 Chevy Bel Air an old steel boat of a car and I had pulled into the James River overlook near Goff Mountain Road. It was close to midnight. The moon was so bright it almost felt like daytime.

I shut the engine off and decided to stretch my legs. There’s a small trail there that leads down toward a bench maybe a hundred yards from the parking area. I’d spent a lot of time in the woods so being out in the forest at night didn’t bother me. I knew what normal nighttime woods felt like.

And I also knew when something felt off.

As I walked down the trail, the stillness felt unnatural. No breeze. No insects. No rustling. Nothing. I sat on the bench and looked through the bare branches while the moonlight spilled across the slope below. It was beautiful, but something about it felt wrong. Like I was being watched.

Then I heard a Snap. A single limb breaking somewhere downslope, maybe fifty to a hundred yards away toward the Bellamy Creek drainage. At first I didn’t think much of it deer snap branches all the time. Then it happened again. And again.

What caught my attention wasn’t just the sound it was the pattern. The breaks started coming from different directions. Not like one animal moving through the woods. I counted five, maybe ten distinct snaps, each spaced about four or five seconds apart.

Then the timing changed. The snaps started coming faster… one every second or two… and they seemed to be moving in a circle around me. That was enough. Instinct kicked in, and I stood up and headed back to the car. When I got inside the car, I didn’t start the engine right away. I just sat there with the keys in the ignition, ready to leave if I needed to.

At first, nothing happened. Then something hit the hood. It sounded exactly like a Douglas fir cone hitting steel hard, solid, unmistakable. The problem was that there were no pine or fir trees there. Only deciduous trees, and by that time of year all their leaves had already fallen. There was nothing up there that could drop.

Then another hit. Then they started falling faster like something was throwing them.

They weren’t rocks or dirt. Every impact sounded the same weight, the same size, the same hollow thunk of a heavy cone hitting metal. The hood, the roof, the trunk maybe even the sides of the car. But I couldn’t see anything falling. Nothing bouncing off. Nothing rolling away. Just the sound.

I looked up toward the treeline in front of me, expecting to see bare trunks and branches in the moonlight. Instead, I saw figures. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The shapes looked like people standing among the trees. They weren’t trees.They were tall figures six to seven feet high wearing what looked like long hoods or cloaks. Completely black. No faces. No hands. Just darkness beneath the hoods.

Some stood still. Others seemed angled toward me. It was like they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it. I turned to my left, toward the grassy median beside the car, and saw more shapes there. Maybe three to eight of them, lying flat on the ground like bodies. Each time I looked away and then looked back, they were closer.

But they never moved while I was watching. No sound. No crawling. Just different positions every time my eyes shifted.

Then I noticed something near the driver’s side of the car. Three smaller figures, only five to ten feet away. These weren’t tall like the ones near the trees. They were crouched or hunched close to the ground, almost like children playing. Under each hood there was a faint flicker like someone trying to light a cigarette lighter that never quite caught. Meanwhile the impacts on the car were coming faster and faster.

At that point, instinct completely took over. I turned the key, threw the car into Drive, and sped out of the overlook as fast as I could. As I pulled away, those smaller figures were right beside my door. If the window had been open, I’m certain I could have reached out and touched them. They just watched. I drove for about five miles before finally pulling over. Nothing had followed me.

When I got out and inspected the car, there wasn’t a single dent. No scratches. No debris. Nothing at all that explained what I had heard hitting the car.

I’ve looked at that location on maps many times since then. But I’ve never gone back in person. Not once. I haven’t even driven that stretch of the Parkway again. There’s one detail that still bothers me, though. When I later looked at the spot on Google Maps, the overlook where I had parked appeared to be on the wrong side of the road. I clearly remember pulling into it on the right side from the direction I was traveling.

But according to the map, it should have been on the left. I’ve tried to make sense of that for years, and I still can’t. For a long time, I never told anyone about this.

Now, I’m telling you.”

I just wanted to share a couple of strange verbal encounters I’ve had at my home. I live southeast of Tyler, Texas and have been here a little over three years. My wife and I live on 11 acres about 3 acres cleared in front of the house and 8 wooded acres behind it. The woods surround us on three sides and begin roughly 30 yards behind our home.

Between the house and the woods, we have an old burn pile where we dump grease and leftover food. In early November 2024, during deer season, I killed a deer, cleaned and dressed it, and dragged the carcass out into the woods. Then in early to mid-December, I killed another deer. That time, I removed all the meat and left the carcass lying in the woods.

It wasn’t a huge deer, but it wasn’t tiny either. The next day, the carcass was completely gone no sign it had ever been there. I wasn’t too alarmed and assumed coyotes or maybe a bobcat had dragged it off.

About a week later, around 9:00 p.m., I was taking grease out to the burn pile like I usually do in the evenings. As I was walking back to the house, I heard a whistle. It came from the north side of our property, just across the fence line in the neighboring woods. The sound stopped me cold. I had never heard anything like it before. It started with a very fast trill that rose into a single, high-pitched note at the end.

I stood there staring into the darkness but couldn’t see anything. I decided to try to imitate it even though I’m not very good at whistling. I managed a decent attempt. About five seconds later, it whistled back. I tried again, and it responded again. The third time, it took a little longer, but it still answered.

That’s when I remembered hearing that you’re not supposed to whistle or respond to whistles at night. That thought really unsettled me, so I went inside. My wife had seen me stop on the patio and asked what was going on. I told her about the whistle, and we continued with our evening. That was in December 2024.

Over the past year, we noticed we weren’t seeing as many deer, and I didn’t harvest one this season. During that time, I searched online for nocturnal animal and bird sounds but never found a match for what I heard. Still, whenever I’d go outside at night, I’d sometimes whistle and listen for a response.

Then, in early January of this year, I took something out to the burn pile and whistled again. Within about 10 seconds, I heard what I can only describe as teeth chattering. It stopped me in my tracks. I yelled for my wife to come outside. I whistled again and heard it once more before she made it out. It sounded exactly like fast, sharp teeth chattering something I had heard online before but never in real life.

When my wife came out, I tried again, but there was no response. I don’t know if this is just a time of year when something passes through the area, but there’s definitely something out there at times.

Have you ever heard of whistling like that? Or teeth chattering? I wondered if maybe it was an owl, but I still haven’t found a sound that matches what I heard.”

J. W. Burns (John Willison Burns) was a Canadian schoolteacher and journalist in the early 20th century who played a key role in popularizing the legend of Bigfoot. He worked as a teacher among Indigenous communities in British Columbia in the 1920s.

Burns collected stories from members of the Sts’ailes (Chehalis) people about a large, hairy, human-like being said to live in the mountains. In 1929, he published an article in Maclean’s magazine describing the creature, using the name “Sasquatch” (derived from the Halkomelem word Sásq’ets).

His writings helped bring Indigenous oral traditions about the being to a wider North American audience. Burns did not claim to have captured or proven the creature he primarily reported what he said were eyewitness accounts.

In Sasquatch Legacy, the Canadian Paranormal Society investigates one of British Columbia’s most enduring mysteries. Their journey begins in the remote North Thompson Valley, where two friends report a terrifying encounter after a massive log is hurled toward them from the treeline by what they believe was a towering, unseen creature.

From there, the team travels to Harrison Hot Springs, long hailed as Canada’s Sasquatch capital. Through decades of sightings, local history, and community lore, they uncover why this region remains a focal point for those searching for the elusive giant.

The documentary also weaves in Indigenous teachings about the Sasquatch, a powerful being deeply rooted in the land and stories passed down through generations.

Blending firsthand accounts, field investigation, and ancient knowledge, Sasquatch Legacy explores the mystery, history, and cultural impact of a creature that continues to shape the identity of British Columbia and beyond.

 

Gypsy meadows offers access into the 41,000 acre Salmo-Priest Wilderness is located on the Colville National Forest in the extreme northeast corner of Washington. The wilderness is dominated by the Shedroof Divide and Crowell Ridge. Wildlife abounds in this wild corner of the state, including moose, wolves, grizzly bears and even woodland caribou. This is an opportunity to explore one of the lesser know gems Washington.

Grassman58 writes “Just sharing a couple audio clips from our camping trip back in June of 2025 at Gypsy Meadows.”

The Confessionals writes “Nathaniel Gillis returns to the studio for a mind-bending conversation that tears apart the modern UFO narrative and reframes the phenomenon from the ground up. Drawing from occult history, demonology, biblical scholarship, and firsthand research, Nathaniel argues that what we are seeing may not be extraterrestrial at all, but something far older, capable of manipulating perception, projecting forms, and hiding behind masks humanity has mythologized for centuries.

From orbs that shift into apparitions, to physiological “constructs,” to ancient necromancy and Ezekiel’s warning about those who “hunt the souls of men,” this discussion explores the possibility that disclosure is being carefully curated while the deeper esoteric reality remains hidden. They wrestle with initiation rituals, hybridism, apports, sigils, government secrecy, and the unsettling idea that the phenomenon may replicate reality itself to anchor into our world. If true, this isn’t just about UFOs, it’s about a spiritual war that predates modern language and continues behind the veil.”

A listener writes “I’ve been dealing with strange and unsettling activity on my property in Georgia since 2019.

The first incident happened when my father and I were outside one evening. We both heard a deep, powerful growl unlike anything we’d ever heard before. Almost immediately after, we heard something large moving away from us through the woods. Whatever it was, it sounded heavy and fast.

Nothing major happened again until the summer of 2023. I was walking home from a neighbor’s house three houses down from mine when I heard a loud metallic bang near my property. Behind my house is a thick wooded area. When I looked toward the trees, I saw what I can only describe as a large canine like creature standing there. It had amber colored eyes. The moment it noticed me, it seemed to vanish back into the forest. The encounter shook me deeply I can’t explain how quickly it disappeared.

In 2024, when the hurricane came through our area, we lost power for several days. We had to keep the windows open at night to stay cool. On about the fourth night, I was in my room when I heard something outside heavy breathing, sniffing, and low grunting. It sounded large. Whatever it was came within five feet of my window. I didn’t look outside because I was honestly too afraid.

Since then, whatever this is seems to come around more often. I’ve heard the same metallic sounds twice more, though I didn’t see anything those times. Recently, neighbors have reported pets and other animals going missing.

I don’t know what this is, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

For centuries, the towering stone figures of Easter Island have stared silently across the landscape, guarding their secrets. Now, new research suggests these mysterious monuments may have had a far more practical and ingenious purpose than previously believed.

A small land mass of only 63 square miles, Easter Island has remained something of an enigma for years.

Its army of strange stone heads (known as Moai) and the long-debated collapse of its ancient society remain some of the world’s most enduring archaeological mysteries.

Recently, in an effort to learn more about the statues and their creators, a team of archaeologists and soil scientists conducted an analysis of soil samples collected from the base of statues standing upright in the Rano Raraku quarry on the eastern part of the island.

Up until now, it was believed that the completed statues at the quarry had simply been awaiting transport to other parts of the island, but as it turns out, the soil holds clues suggesting that perhaps these particular statues had been left there on purpose.

The samples showed evidence of food crops, indicating that not only had the soil been more fertile at this location than expected, but that the quarry itself may have been used to grow crops.

The statues at the quarry, the researchers believe, may have been a tribute to the soil’s fertility.

“These and probably other upright Moai in Rano Raraku were retained in place to ensure the sacred nature of the quarry itself,” said study co-author Jo Ann Van Tilburg of the University of California.

“The Moai were central to the idea of fertility, and in Rapanui belief their presence here stimulated agricultural food production.”

Tonight, we’ll be talking with Arkey from Kansas, who experienced several encounters with these creatures during the 1980s. He’ll also share details about a much more recent incident, when he was fishing and found himself roughly 70 feet away from one of these beings, describing a very unusual interaction.

 

Sybilla Irwin sketches of what Arkey saw

 

We’ll also hear from Will, also from Kansas, who witnessed one of these creatures cross directly in front of his vehicle. Just before that sighting, he recalls noticing something strange moving in the sky.

 

 

 

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ThinkerThunker writes “When a family in Texas records a mysterious and incredibly deep and complex voice, speaking a very primitive sounding language coming from out in the trees, it’s curious at best. But then hearing that same style of voice and manner of speech, recorded again under the same mysterious conditions, 1,800 hundred miles away in Ontario Canada … now we have a pattern.

Watch and see how both of these “Bigfoot/Sasquatch” voices can perform dual-frequency feats no human, or any other species in North America, could perform. Then I combine all that with simple, scientific visual evidence that leaves no doubt that there is an unclassified species of large, furry Giants living in small family, nomadic units, spread out across North America.”

 

Paranormal Portal writes “On this episode of Paranormal Portal, we examine aggressive Bigfoot encounters where the behavior goes beyond distant sightings and into escalation. From pacing footsteps that refuse to fade, to rocks landing just close enough to send a message, to a terrifying sustained vocalization that left trained adults feeling exposed and outmatched, these alleged real-world reports follow a pattern that’s hard to ignore.

None of these encounters end in physical attack but each one builds pressure in a way that changes how the witnesses understand the woods… and their place in them. Join us for this incredible conversation and so much more!”