Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “My family are farmers/ranchers but also ran two back country hunting lodges, one of which was the last known private 80 acres in the middle of The Frank Church Primitive Area. (Long gone now) My dad, his father and two generations before him had been going into that area since the turn of the 20th century.

I saw odd lights one night while I was out wacking coyotes. I ran home home, told my dad and we both watched these odd displays going on using scoped rifles (my mother wasn’t very happy). My dad is one of those men that is quite intelligent and very adept at doing anything he wanted. He’s a pilot & 32nd degree Mason. Not your average Joe and certainly not one to make up stories.

He told me about a Sasquatch that had stolen some steel-head while he and his hunting/fishing partner were fishing on the Salmon River. It was 1966, the 1st year he’d started the hunting & guiding business.

2014 I took two galpals out to an area with a nice lake. They’re quite amateurs out in the boonies but do enjoy being so far out in the stix. We were drinking beer, laughing and carrying on and I was singing raunchy songs around the campfire.

A storm blew in after we’d gone to bed…them in a ridiculous piece of **** tent while I had a roomy tent with nice queen bed, table n chairs and place to hang extra clothes. This is on a friday night after the 4th of July, 2014. That storm started dumping some serious rain and all our stuff was still left out on a long picnic table, so I got out of bed and unwrapped a new tarp and covered everything…as those two laid in their tent watching me do it and laughing at me because I had boots and underwear on. Very funny, right? I was quick about it, got back in bed and stared at the ceiling while watching lightning light up the tent and hearing loud thunder cracks.

My rainfly on one end was still rolled up and shock corded, rain coming into my tent. I wasn’t too concerned, my tent wasn’t completely level and any water inside id just dump out later. Before I went to bed, I make popcorn but burned it enough that nobody ate it other than me and I barely touched it. I put that popcorn on the table inside my tent.

Around 130am, I woke to see the full moon out and glowing inside the tent with little puffy clouds occasionally blocking it’s brightness. As I laid there, I heard an obnoxious breathing, sniffing sound coming from the end where the rainfly was still rolled up, exposing the tent’s netting.

So I rolled onto my side to see WTF was making that noise. I stared into the dark, not seeing anything until the moon was again cleared by those puffy clouds. When it got bright again, the whole time hearing that noise, I realized something was right there, sniffing at the popcorn. Bear! No, a bear would’ve come on in, grabbed whatever he was smelling and likely made a mess and left. I never go out camping unarmed but my guns are in my truck.

There’s two .40 cal pistols, a 12ga and a .410 locked inside and parked 50 feet from me. It’s a guess whether I can get my keys out, get my ass out there, load that 12ga with 00 buckshot or slugs, whichever I can find…anything but birdshot, then hope whatever that is doesn’t mind me doing it. So I laid there, still not getting what I’m seeing until that moon comes out again. It did come out and after staring long enough, realized it wasn’t a puny bear, it was a bulbous head sniffing…a massive body attached to it. I froze in fear. I just could not move a muscle.

Im an extremely curious guy. Ive studied anything and everything Ive ever been curious about. I’ve had many irons in my fire. Several minutes had passed, he’s still smelling and Im not frozen any longer.

As I laid there, I could see his shoulders pressed against the fabric at times, his body turning occasionally and looking in the direction where a motorhome had parked about 100 feet away with two couples in it. He only moved his body, as if his big head was glued on and stuck there. I noticed from what seam to another how wide he was…4’10” it turns out…so wide it made think about the power this thing wielded.

He put his hand on the tent at one point and it was also massive but very delicate touch. He pushed it in about an inch then took it away. He knew he could get at that popcorn but didn’t. He didn’t do anything other than make that weird sniffing noise and look towards the motorhome once in awhile. After a while, maybe 7-8 minutes, he stood up. I couldn’t really tell if he was on his knees or squatting at 1st but when he stood up, it was like a surfer move to stand up and he did it quite fast.

I watched through that net and only saw huge thighs & the beginning of his crotch. But his body near that fabric was enough to guess well over 8 feet, closer to 10 feet tall. I measured everything that morning, trying not to be obvious, not going to say anything to those girls about what I saw. If id told them, they wouldve left immediately and most likely never gone camping again.

The ground behind my tent had obvious tracks, the ground was so soft but the 18″ tall grass obscured them enough, had anybody looked, there’s no way they’d know what they were. The girls left on Sunday, I stayed 3 more days thinking it might come back.

I slept with those dam guns and a ****load of ammo. It never showed again. I looked on google earth and I think he had been up on a high mountain ridge getting out of the heat, then came down after cooling off a bit. It was 85 that friday and why I had rolled up that end of the rainfly in the 1st place….”