Sasquatch Chronicles

Central Sierra Squatch Encounter

A listener writes “In the 1990’s I lived in a caretaker’s cabin on a ranch in the Sierra mtns. One night an animal in distress started screaming near the cabin. I grabbed a light and went out to investigate. The noise had come from an area about 100 yds. away on a steep but clear hillside.

I traversed the hill on a dirt road until I reached an area, I believed to be about 25 yds. below where the sound had come from. I shone my light up the hill, but a fog was forming, and the beam diffused badly.

Not seeing anything, I began walking back home while scanning the hill above me with the light. After a few steps my light caught eyeshine in the fog above me on the hill. A pair of eyes glowing a greenish color were staring at me. Thinking this might be a buck, I held the light in its eyes and began slowly ascending the steep hill to get a look. It remained in place not blinking. When I was about one step away from being able to see what it was in the fog, I froze. My adrenalin shot up. I realized that this thing had to be near 10ft. tall and its eyes were on the front of its head, unlike a deer.

Until that moment, bigfoot had been the furthest thing from my mind. Now I was sure that one was 15 ft. away staring at me. My curiosity urged me to step forward to see but self-preservation was telling me to leave now. I decided to slowly back off. Unsure of my footing, I quickly lowered the light to the ground then quickly back up to the eyes. They were gone! That was one long slow walk in the fog back to the cabin.

The next morning, I returned to the spot of the encounter. A fresh deer carcass lay on the ground nearby. It had been heavily fed on but there was no blood on the ground. One leg and hindquarter had been torn off and was hanging by its hoof from the top wire of a nearby fence. It had not been fed upon.

Wes I am pretty sure that I interrupted a bigfoot on a kill. It had probably seen me before and knew I lived here. I may be crazy, but I think it gifted me the hindquarter for having invaded my territory to hunt.

I have worked around the U.S. as a Park Ranger and Archeologist which has led to other encounters. Please contact me if you would like to hear more.”

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