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From The Shadows writes “A Dogman like creature tormented today’s guest in and around the Ashland, Ohio area. As a teenager she believes she had 5 different encounters with a giant, wolf like creature. She tried to put these experiences behind her as she became an adult and moved away from the area.

Those experiences all came back to her when she moved back to the area and witnessed one more sighting on her way to work in 2016. She has joined us in her search for answers.”

A listener writes “My wife, Sara, and I were hiking the West Metolius River Trail near Camp Sherman today (3/26/26) around 10:00 AM. It was about 34°F along the river when I noticed a set of unusual footprints. There were actually four impressions in total, but this one photographed the best the others were even larger.

I used my boot for scale (about 8 inches) and measured the stride with my hiking pole. The smaller print had a stride of at least 4.5 feet. Sara even placed her fingers into the toe marks and could clearly feel the indentations, similar to footprints left in wet sand at the beach.

Before we left, we tried to recreate the impressions with our own boots in the same area, but we couldn’t make any noticeable indentations at all.

I just wanted to share this experience with you and also say that we love your show. Keep up the great work!”

A listener writes “I wanted to share a quick experience. My family used to go to Yosemite every summer for a two week vacation. We always stayed on the valley floor at Lower Pines Campground, usually around spots 110–121, and we absolutely loved it.

I spent a lot of time exploring the valley, and while I never had a direct encounter, I did hear some pretty strange things vocalizations, howls, screams, and what people call “samurai chatter.”

The first time I heard that chatter, I just assumed it was tourists from overseas. I remember thinking it was funny that people would be out wandering around in the dark like that. But the weird part was, I never heard any footsteps just the sounds.

We often stayed at campsite 121, right by the Merced River near Sugar Pine Bridge. During the day, we’d swim and skip rocks, but at night we’d hear these deep, heavy splashes like large rocks were being thrown into the water.

Like a couple of kids who thought we were invincible, we’d walk around at night with flashlights, sometimes even looking for bears. Going through Upper Pines Campground after dark always felt eerie. Dogs were allowed in the campground and were usually barking, but there were moments when everything would suddenly go completely silent no movement, no sound at all. Then out of nowhere, the chatter would start up again, and the dogs would go crazy.

Just wanted to share my experience. Thanks again for the great podcast keep it up!”

A listener writes “Hi Wes, I just wanted to thank you for your recent episode 1243. it’s been on my mind ever since I heard it. I’ve never knowingly seen a Bigfoot, but I have experienced a few things I can’t explain.

One moment in particular happened about 4–5 years ago while I was out on a run with my daughter. We live in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, not Canada, but as you know, the Blue Ridge Mountains are full of both beauty and mystery. What really stood out to me in that episode was John’s description of a creature that looked like an African lion but wasn’t. What he described is exactly what my daughter and I saw that day.

At the time, my daughter was only 11 or 12, and I tried to reassure both of us by saying it must have been a bobcat. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. My husband is a hunter, and we even have two bobcats mounted in our living room what we saw looked nothing like them. I’m absolutely certain of that.

For years, I’ve gone over that experience in my mind, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation and convincing myself it was nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve searched online, hoping to find something similar, but never found anything that matched until now.

Hearing John describe the same thing was incredibly validating. It made me feel like what I saw was real, and not just something I imagined or misunderstood. So thank you for sharing his story.”

Salish Sasquatch presents audio recordings believed to capture possible Sasquatch vocalizations, collected from two separate locations in Washington State. Have a listen.

The witness stated, “I’ve been a hunter my entire life. Back in 2017, while hunting in Mississippi, we encountered a large figure that I couldn’t identify.

At first, I thought it was a bear but it wasn’t. It was standing upright like a man and holding a branch, and it was far too big to be human. It had hands and long arms, and the way it looked reminded me of a gorilla.

I pulled my rifle off my shoulder and chambered a round. The moment I did, the creature took off. I’ve never seen anything move that fast or cover ground the way it did. It shook us up enough that we decided to leave the area.

As we were heading out, something began pacing us. We never actually saw it, but it had to be another one of those creatures. There’s no way the one we saw earlier could have circled around that quickly to keep up with us.

One thing that stood out was what we encountered on the way out we came across a group of deer bedded down. They didn’t react to us at all, almost as if they didn’t care we were there. Instead, they seemed focused on whatever was pacing us. It was strange.

We lost that hunting lease in 2018.

Then in 2026, in a completely different area, we were setting crawdad traps in a drained lake when we had another encounter. A lot of unusual things happened during that experience things I still can’t explain.”

A listener writes “I am a Seminole Native American who has grown up in South Florida right next to the everglades. I have had several paranormal experiences with one of them being a plain as day encounter with a Sasquatch or as locals call the Skunk Apes, not 15 yards from me and my four wheeler while I was out riding in the woods back in April of 2021.

I also had several more experiences with a couple of my friends in the same area after that I am not entirely sure were bigfoot related. I have also taken part in what I would come to realize was a demon summoning ceremony and experienced paranormal activity at this ceremony. My most recent encounter happened at the beginning of December where me and one of my friends heard a wood knock and then something walking towards us on the other side of us. Also today I saw a set of three toed tracks as I was riding out in the woods on the reservation line.”

Spoke to the witness and he stated, “I came up on it while riding my four-wheeler. At first, I thought it was a bear, but it was too large and it was standing on two legs like a man. My mind froze for a moment, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. It looked human, but I knew it wasn’t. If anything, it seemed more animal than human, though its eyes felt human.

We stood there, staring at each other, until instinct finally kicked in and told me to run. I jumped back on my four wheeler and took off. At the time, fear made me think it was chasing me, but looking back, I don’t believe it was.

Since then, my friends and I have returned to that area and experienced other strange occurrences. One night, we saw something large and tall cross the trail ahead of us. I couldn’t make out any clear details, but it was enough to frighten us, and we left immediately. Another time, we came across a line of tracks each print was deep, massive, and had three toes. They definitely weren’t alligator tracks.”

A listener writes “I’ve had at least two encounters, as far as I know, and I live in Athens, Ohio. The first one happened in 2014 when I was 14 years old. It was summer break, sometime around June or July, and it’s something I’ll never forget. I was outside shooting basketball. I played ball in school, so I was just practicing during the offseason. My hoop was being held up with cinder blocks, and at one point my shot hit the brick and bounced past my dad’s old truck.

Right then, I got this feeling. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt like I was being watched. When I looked up, I saw a black figure. It looked like a man but I knew it wasn’t. The way it stood, the way it looked… something wasn’t right. I stared at it for what felt like 3 to 5 minutes, and it never moved.

I remember dropping my basketball. Whatever that thing was, it put this fear in me like I was completely defenseless. I knew I had no chance if it wanted to do something. I yelled, “I’m gonna go get my gun!” even though deep down I knew it wasn’t scared of me. I started backing toward the house, keeping my eyes on it the whole time until I couldn’t see it anymore. Then I turned and ran inside, grabbed my gun, and went back out.

We did have neighbors nearby who were known for stealing, but I knew it wasn’t a person. This thing was completely black, and its arms hung past its knees. When I got back out there, it was gone. At the time I was about 5 feet tall, and I know what I saw was much taller than me. It had been standing next to a fence and a small tree. When I went over to that spot, it was as tall as the tree and at least 3 to 4 feet taller than me.

The fence came up to my chest, and on that thing it would’ve been around its hip level. I also knew it wasn’t a cow we had cows on the land from my grandpa, and this was nothing like that.

The second encounter happened in 2024 during early goose season.

This one still haunts me, even though I never actually saw anything. I’m a big fisherman and deer/squirrel hunter, so I spend a lot of time in the woods. But what happened that morning changed how I feel out there. I was at Fox Lake for my second day ever goose hunting. It was still pitch black. I had my backpack, my 12 gauge, and a headlamp. I walked down the paved trail toward the dock, then turned onto a smaller path to get back to the same spot I hunted the morning before.

As soon as I stepped onto that trail, I felt it again the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt like I was being watched.

I kept going anyway.

After maybe 20 steps, I heard rocks hitting the water and the ground behind me. I turned on my light and thought maybe I kicked some rocks but there were no rocks where I was walking. The water was about a foot away from the edge because of a small ledge. I turned my light back off. Before I even moved, I heard more rocks and then one big one hit the water.

Something was throwing rocks at me. There had been another car parked there when I arrived, but I don’t believe this was a person. Every time I shined my light into the woods, I couldn’t see anything. Whatever it was, it was hiding really well. I yelled out that I was loading steel shot and heading to my spot to hunt.

After that, nothing happened at least for a little while.

When I got to my spot, I set my gear down on a log by the water. It overlooked the lake a great view. Then out of nowhere, a big rock hit the water just a few feet out. It scared the hell out of me. At that point, I knew something had followed me. It happened again right as I reached for my gun.

I turned, shined my light into the woods nothing.

But I knew it was there.

I stayed facing that tree line until the sun came up. I never saw anything, never heard it leave nothing.”

Paul Kane was not actually from Washington State, he was a Canadian artist and explorer who traveled through the Pacific Northwest (including present-day Washington) in the 1840s. The fire burned low as night settled over the forests of what is now Washington State. Paul Kane sat with his sketchbook resting on his knee, the faint glow of embers flickering across its pages.

The day had been long, rivers crossed, miles walked, and faces sketched. But it was the night that lingered in his memory. Around him, a small group of Indigenous men sat in silence. They had guided him through the dense wilderness for days, speaking little, watching everything.

At first, it was just a distant sound low, almost like wind pushing through the trees. But the air was still. The sound came again.

A long, hollow cry.

Not wolf.
Not bear.
Not anything he could name.

He looked up.

The men around the fire had gone rigid. One of them spoke quietly, a single word Kane did not yet understand: “Skookum.”

The word seemed to carry weight more warning than description.

Kane leaned forward. “What is it?” he asked. One of the elders stared into the darkness beyond the firelight. Then, slowly, he spoke his voice steady, but low. A being, a giant of the forest. A man but not a man. Covered in hair. Taller than any human. Living deep in the mountains, far from trails. Watching.

Always watching.

Kane felt a chill creep through him despite the fire. Another sound echoed through the trees.

Closer this time. A crack of wood. Heavy. Deliberate.

The horses tied nearby began to shift and snort, their unease spreading like a ripple through the camp. Kane rose to his feet, straining his eyes into the blackness beyond the firelight. The forest seemed thicker now, impenetrable. Every shadow felt alive.

“Have you seen it?” he asked.

The elder nodded once.

Then pointed. Kane followed the direction of his hand. For a moment, he saw nothing.

Then, movement a shape between the trees. Tall. Too tall.

It stood just beyond the reach of the firelight, its form barely visible but unmistakable. Broad shoulders. Long arms. A silhouette that did not belong to any animal he knew.

It did not step forward. It did not retreat. It simply stood there.

Watching.

Kane’s breath caught in his throat. His instinct was to sketch to capture what stood before him but his hands refused to move. Another crack sounded, closer now and the figure shifted.

Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared…

It was gone.

The forest fell silent again. No one spoke for a long time. Kane slowly sat back down, his eyes still fixed on the darkness. He would later write of the stories he had heard, the creature the locals feared, the one they called “Skookum.” He would describe it as a kind of wild man of the woods.

The story of Alexander Caulfield Anderson is one of the earliest written “Sasquatch type” encounters in British Columbia, and it stands out because he was a highly respected explorer. The year was 1864, deep in the wild spine of what would one day be called the Fraser Canyon.

Alexander Anderson was no stranger to the wilderness. He had spent years crossing rivers that could swallow a man whole, riding through forests so thick they seemed to breathe, and navigating lands where few Europeans had ever set foot. Nothing in those years had prepared him for what he was about to face.

The day had been quiet too quiet, no birdsong, no wind in the trees. Just the dull rhythm of his horse’s hooves against the earth. Then came the sound.

A crack.

Not the natural snap of a branch falling, but something heavier… deliberate. Anderson straightened in his saddle. Another crash echoed through the trees to his left. Then another, farther off to the right. He wasn’t alone. His horse shifted nervously beneath him, ears pinned back. Anderson scanned the forest, eyes narrowing. The trees stood tall and unmoving, but something moved between them just beyond clear sight.

Then he saw it. A tall figure, far taller than any man he had ever known. It was standing between the trunks. Its body was thick, powerful and covered in dark hair. It did not crouch like an animal. It stood upright. Watching.

Before he could fully comprehend it, another shape appeared. And another. They were surrounding him. A sudden whistle of air split the silence, a stone slammed into a tree beside him. His horse reared, nearly throwing him. Another rock flew, this one striking the ground at his feet. Then another. The forest erupted into motion.

They were throwing them. He caught glimpses as they moved, massive limbs, long arms, dark forms slipping between shadows with unsettling speed. One let out a deep, echoing cry that didn’t belong to any creature he knew. He turned his horse and fled, branches whipping past his face as he pushed through the trail. Behind him, the crashing continued heavy footfalls, the sense of something keeping pace just out of sight.

As suddenly as it began, it stopped. The forest fell silent again. When Anderson finally slowed, breath ragged and heart still racing, he did not look back.

Years in the wilderness had taught him many things but that day taught him something new: There were things in those forests that did not wish to be found.

Deep in the forests of rural Manitoba, long before Bigfoot became a pop culture icon, a teenager had an experience that would stay with him for the rest of his life.This is the story of Archie Motkaluk.

It was the summer of 1960 near the small community of Renwer, Manitoba. Like many teenagers growing up in the area, Archie was comfortable in the wilderness. The forests weren’t something to fear they were familiar, almost like an extension of home.

On that day, he was out walking alone. The air was still. Archie suddenly became aware that something was nearby. When he looked up, he saw it standing shockingly close, only about eight feet away. Not a bear. Not a man.

Something else.

He later described the figure as:

Tall and powerfully built
Covered in dark hair
Human like in shape, but not human

What struck him most wasn’t just its appearance it was the presence. The intelligence in its eyes. The awareness. He believed it was female. For a brief moment, neither moved. Archie stood there, frozen between disbelief and instinct. The creature didn’t charge or flee it simply watched him. Observed. Eventually, instinct took over.

Archie backed away and then ran. He didn’t look back.

In environments like the Manitoba wilderness, you learn quickly that hesitation can be dangerous even if you don’t fully understand what you’re facing.

North American Bigfoot Center writes “In 2023, Cliff Barackman visited a long-term witness property outside of Port Angeles, WA after the property has been vacant for five months. He examines the area for possible sasquatch sign. After spending the night, he finds the possible bigfoot evidence he was looking for.”

Grassman58 writes “This is just a handful of interviews from over the years of people’s interactions and stories of Sasquatch.”

Cliff Barackman, James “Bobo” Fay, and Matt Pruitt speak with legendary wildlife biologist, ethnobotanist, and sasquatch researcher John Mionczynski! John discusses the origins of his sasquatch-related endeavors, his work with other researchers like Dr. Jeff Meldrum, and his wide-ranging career as a naturalist!

In 1972, while camping alone in the Wind River Mountains, the young naturalist John Mionczynski, is convinced that he encountered the creature known as Sasquatch, or “Bigfoot.” Over the decades since, he’s searched for further evidence of a large primate inhabiting the forests of western North America.

Kentucky Bigfoot Research Organization writes “The sighting took place in 2016 in Morgan County, Kentucky, along Highway 772, shortly after the witness and her two children left a boat dock where they had been fishing. It was getting dark as they headed home, and about a mile down the road, the witness noticed a large figure standing just off the driver’s side near the edge of the woods. At first, she was driving around 35 mph.

As she approached, the figure suddenly charged toward her truck. It stepped into the road and lunged aggressively, reaching out with its arms as if trying to grab the vehicle. The witness said it came within just a couple of feet of the truck. Terrified for her safety and her children’s, she accelerated quickly to about 55 mph and sped away. The entire encounter happened within seconds, but she recalled making direct eye contact with the creature, which she described as the most frightening moment.

She estimated the figure to be about 7½ feet tall and around 300 pounds, with a bulky build and covered in dark brown, dirty hair. Its face appeared more human than ape-like, with dark eyes, a wide human-shaped nose, and less hair around the nose and mouth. Its teeth looked jagged, almost like fangs, and its expression appeared angry. The creature had no noticeable neck, a round head, and moved on two legs, though not in a fully human way. Its arms were extended as it charged, reinforcing the impression that it was trying to grab the truck.

The area was rural and heavily wooded, with only a few scattered houses nearby and no streetlights. One of her children, seated in the back, saw a large dark figure approaching but couldn’t make out details. The witness did not hear or smell anything, as the windows were up and the radio was on.

The experience left her deeply shaken. She said she no longer returns to the area alone or with just her children due to fear. Before the incident, she did not believe in Bigfoot and even mocked her husband for believing in it. After the encounter, she called him in tears, apologizing and recounting what had happened. The event fundamentally changed her perspective, leaving her convinced that something unknown and potentially dangerous exists in that area.

Sketch by Terry Thomas as directed by the witness.”

Tonight we’ll be speaking with Dave from Maine. Dave has been a registered Maine Guide for many years and knows the woods well. He and his wife had a strange encounter that he still can’t fully explain. He told me it was the first time in his life he heard something in the wilderness that he couldn’t identify.

In October 2025, he caught sight of what he thought was a figure, but it was hard to make out any details, it appeared as a solid black shape. At one point, a deer was thrown at his truck, and when he stopped to assess what had happened, the situation became even more unsettling. Strangely enough I have heard a few encounters like this over the last couple of years. I had previously not heard this behavior. Not sure why there has been an uptick.

We’ll also be speaking with Bud, who emailed me to share three strange events from his life. The first took place in Tennessee, where he witnessed an unusual craft. He said it wasn’t until he saw the recently released “tic tac” footage that he finally had a way to make sense of what he’d seen. A few years later, while attending summer camp, something entered the cabin and approached his bunk. He told me that experience has stayed with him and bothered him most of his life.

From The Shadows writes “A Santeria Priestess predicted a Florida woman’s death long before the woman had a near death experience. Marissa joins us to share a harrowing time she had as a younger woman when she was in the presence of a Santeria Priestess who warned her about her death.

Marissa also shares with us a possible Bigfoot or Skunk Ape sighting in her neighborhood near a campus of the IMG Academy in Florida.”