Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I am an engineer not some guy who goes looking for Sasquatch or anything of that nature.

My encounter starts out by telling you why I was in that region to begin with. Every year they put on a big bass tournament on Lake Thurmond SC or we like to call it Clarks Hill Lake. I started off like all others start off is by practicing on the lake the week before the tournament starts. I put my boat in miles from where my encounter happen that day. We road up the river for over an hour just so you know my boat was running around 70 miles an hour most of the time so we was way up the Savannah river before we came up to a cove on the right side of the lake.

For miles and miles there is no house or roads up pass the 378 bridge on the right side of the lake which is SC side of the lake. We pulled in about 6:15am that morning the sun was just coming up. I put down the trolling motor and begin the start fishing (bass fishing never stays in one place to long) I trolled around about 35 yards from the bank we were there for about 10 mins before I heard a loud scream not a human type of scream it was deep and had to be someone with a set of lungs on them cause it keep on for so long. Then it started hitting the trees.

Then all of the sudden a huge rock hit the water I thought there was someone throwing rocks so I hollered out “hey you about hit us down here” then another one this time but I can see where it was coming from this time and it look to be about 35 to 50 lbs. coming over the trees cause when it hit it cause a huge splash and wave. I crank up my boat and headed out of there as fast as I can. (And no I couldn’t see the thing that was throwing the rocks it was too thick to see that far in the tree line from the lake).

Another note I told only a few friends of what had happen to me and one of my friends said that happen to my uncle about 3 years ago. So I called his uncle and he said I haven’t told anyone but my family and ask them not to say anything about what I saw that that day. All he would tell me was “I will never fish that part of the Savannah River again” I ask what part? “Up pass 378 bridge about 3 miles on SC side of the river.”

I then told him what happen to me and he said one more thing “it chase my boat running beside the bank and it was running as fast as the boat would go” . He wouldn’t tell me anything else he just said he would never go back. Now for as speed his boat had a 70 Johnston that should run his boat about 35 miles an hour and for something to be running on two legs at that speed could not be a man”.