A listener writes “I have owned this property in the Sierra Nevada mountains at approximately 4,000 feet elevation since 2005. For many years I rented the property out, and there were usually dogs present. My belief is that the dogs may have discouraged Sasquatches from coming around.
Around 2022, after the dogs were no longer there, I began having experiences that I associate with Sasquatch activity.
One of the first incidents occurred on a ridge near my property. I was standing at the base of a tree in what appeared to be Sasquatch tracks spaced roughly three feet apart. While thinking about what a strategic listening location it was, I heard two rock clacks coming from below me. I immediately picked up two rocks and responded with two clacks of my own. In response, I heard a grunt directed toward me.
Over the years I have had many unusual experiences, too many to list completely. One that stands out happened while I was building a motorcycle track near my RV in a wooded area of the National Forest. Around 3:00 a.m., while half asleep inside my RV, I heard tapping directly above my head on the metal skylight hatch. The tapping started slowly, tap, tap and gradually became faster and more aggressive. Eventually I had enough. I grabbed my loaded rifle, went outside, fired a shot into the air, returned inside, and yelled, “Go away!” three times.
A few days later, during daylight, I heard what sounded like a girl with Down syndrome repeating the words “Go away” back to me from the woods. Around that same time, my girlfriend and I discovered what appeared to be large fingerprints attached to a hairy, oily residue on the outside of the RV. The impression remained visible for weeks. Whatever left it may have been responsible for the tapping incident. I have photographs of the prints.
Another memorable event occurred while I was thinning trees on the lower portion of my property in a particularly dense section of forest. After finishing work, I walked uphill toward my RV carrying my chainsaw. As I climbed, I heard what sounded like two creatures communicating in what many people describe as “bird-like Sasquatch language.” Then, from the area I had just left behind me, a third vocalization erupted. The sound was so deep and powerful that it reminded me of a giant barely vocalizing. It was incredibly loud and immediately sent me running back to my RV.
My impression was that three individuals were protesting my tree-cutting activities. One of the trees I had cut became hung up at roughly a 45-degree angle and remained suspended that way for a couple of weeks. I kept wondering how I was going to bring it down safely. Before I could deal with it, the tree was snapped in half by something with tremendous force. Near that location is a tree break approximately six feet off the ground, which I have also photographed.
On another occasion, I launched a few rocks into the woods above my campsite with a slingshot. The following day, while relaxing in a hammock, two rocks came flying from that same direction. They struck the camper and rolled to within about ten feet of me. The tree line was at least a hundred feet away, making it difficult to explain how the rocks arrived where they did.
Within the last couple of weeks, I was again in that same area and loudly clacked rocks together in hopes of getting a response. Shortly afterward, I heard what sounded like a tree being pushed over somewhere down the hill, possibly across the creek. I could hear cracking and crashing as it came down in my direction.
A few days later I was riding my dirt bike and stopped near an especially thick section of woods. I parked the bike and quickly ran into the forest, stopping beside a log. At that moment I heard something very large take one final step about forty feet in front of me. It sounded as though whatever it was had been matching my footsteps until I stopped.
There have been many other incidents over the years. One of the most striking involved my father and me. While driving at night, we saw what appeared to be a young Sasquatch cross a dirt road in front of our vehicle. It did not simply run across, it leaped. The movement reminded me of Superman flying through the air, and our headlights caught it in mid-jump as it crossed the road.”