Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Tomorrow night I will be speaking to Joel. Joel writes “Sending this from my iPhone so forgive any typos. I emailed years ago about a couple of experiences I have had. The reason why I labeled the subject cursed or blessed is due to the fact of several unusual encounters in the state of Georgia. My first happened when I was around 15 or 16, with my cousin.

But Will circle back to that later in my story, my visual encounter happened in April of 2001 with my family. We were traveling to Hilton Head from Atlanta. We had left early in the morning around 5:30 am, we wanted to catch the first ferry to Daufuskie island. We made good time due to low traffic and were heading down I 16 in east Georgia, I know the area well since we have hunting property in Adrian Ga. (Permission to hunt) we were just east of Vidalia Ga, heading towards the coast in very light traffic. I was in my truck with my wife, and my parents were in the their SUV following us. We were pretty much side by side coming to an area of I 16 where the median widens due to the area. We were coming down a slight decline, I was in the fast lane my parents in the right lane, there were 2 cars in front of me and semi in the right lane in front of my parents. I can still remember the color of the cars and the make of the lead car, a silver or light grey ford Taurus.

The semi in the right was an older Peter built or long nose Mac blue in color. Any ways we were a hundred yards are so behind the Taurus and the semi, we were coming into a heavily wooded marsh area. As we came down the hill I saw a figure come out of the swamp/marsh from the south crossing the east bound lanes, this figure bounded up the embankment in a split second and crossed right in front of the semi, and within 2 to 3 steps cleared 2 lanes. ( I would mention we could see the head over the nose of the semi as it crossed) Both the semi and the Taurus slammed on their brakes, as did the car behind the Taurus.

I can still remember the fluid movement of how this figure crossed, it was dark in color from head to toe, and seemed to be covered in hair. As it crossed I saw it disappear into the median which is heavily wooded and was more or less a marshland. As my wife and I looked at each other in disbelief, my cell phone rang, it was my mom and her first words were did you see that and what was that? My immediate response was I don’t know, and what did you see? By now I was catching up to the Semi, I leaned down and looked up at the truck driver and mouthed what was that with my hands up? I can still remember his face and expression, he had both hands on the wheel, almost whited knuckled he looked at me eyes wide opened and just shrugged his shoulders. As we drove my wife and I kept questioning it and how fast it moved.

I only saw it cross east bound lanes but my wife watched it come out the median on the west bound lanes and move up another embankment and disappear into the woods. I can tell you we got to the Ferry and headed to the island, once at our cottage it was the topic of the day. My parents being devout Christians don’t believe in Bigfoot or other unusual phenomena, but after questioning my mom, she had no explanation or logical answer, based on the speed or movement. This being my only visual encounter I have had 3 other instances in my life that I can’t explain. Let me say that the first occurrence happened while night fishing in rural Georgia, Buchanan to be more precise. My cousin and a family friend were night fishing in a John boat on a small pond, around 11 or 12 pm. We had something scream at us from below the dam, and then we heard something crash through the woods coming towards us. Now my cousin and his friend grew up in the country and lived in the woods. They both seemed panicked by the noise, as we heard it come up the dam and hit the top of the dam, we could hear clear footsteps moving across. We immediately started paddling back to shore, I had an old Coleman lantern that I was holding up, as we moved back to shore.

The whole time we could hear this thing moving around the pond towards us at a fast pace. We hit the shore jumped out of the John boat and ran to the truck. We jumped in the truck and took off, my cousins house was just a few miles down the road, and we went in and really didn’t talk about it. The next day I had to ask what he thought it was, my cousin said it had to be a bobcat or a mountain lion. (There had been rumors of a black large cat in the area at that time). And that was the last we spoke about it for decades, it wasn’t till a few years ago my cousin now in his 50’s as well as me said something at thanksgiving dinner. He looked at me at said you remember that night fishing with our friend, he looked me in the eye and said that was no cat it was something way bigger. Now I will tell you he is a Baptist preacher and I have asked him multiple times what he thought it may be, and he just says I don’t know.”