Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hi Wes, I would like to tell you about a pretty incredible experience I had with a bigfoot in the Sierra foothills. This was back in the late 70’s in an area of the Southern Sierras on the west side of the mountains. I was staying with my good friend, David and his twin sisters and their mother in a small cabin they had rented. We arrived around noon. The place was beautiful, with a stream nearby the cabin.

David and the twins and I were eager to explore the area, so we walked up the hill behind the cabin, and we were passing by a clump of three trees and I heard an incredible inhale that sounded like it was from a horse. When I looked to the right, behind the darkness of the trees I caught a glint of a red eye. I could see the thing, all black and 7 feet tall, but I dared not say a thing to the others. Then the trees began shaking. I didn’t want to scare the twins, so I moved them along down the trail. They really did not know what was going on at that point anyway. We moved toward a big oak tree and began talking and all of a sudden a tall black thing exploded out of the thicket of trees and, I’m not kidding, the thing was whacking 30 ft trees out of the way like it was swimming uphill. The noise was unbelievable. We tried to climb a tree in fear, but very quickly we realized whatever it was was gone. So we went back down to the cabin.

five minutes later, a women drove up the driveway and excitedly asked David’s mother, “Did you guys scare a Sasquatch out of here? I saw one running through the cow field next door.” At that point both twins started crying. We brought them back in the cabin and got them to calm down by feeding them snacks.

But it wasn’t over yet. As we were laying there in the late afternoon looking out the window, I could have sworn I saw some kind of fuzzy thing move between trees behind the cabin ((There is more to this but it’s hard to explain)). I tried to ignore it. We played some board games, had dinner, then rolled out our sleeping bags for bed time. Some time during the night I heard what sounded like someone walking on the roof of the cabin, then something jumping off.

I fell back asleep, but later was awakened by tapping at the 8 foot glass window. I rolled over and looked toward the insistent tapping and saw the window was filled with a dark hairy figure. Within a split second, it seemed to have bounced straight up out of sight, which was hard to understand for a 12 year old mind. I later realized that it must have jumped up into the pine tree a few feet behind it. In retrospect, I believe I understand what happened. We disturbed the BF while it was sleeping, and it made sure to come by that night and return the favor – it was kind of like, “there, now we’re even.” It was spooky as hell. The whole remaining weekend, I could not shake the feeling that were being watched.”