Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “My brother-in-law and I were deer hunting in South Central Wisconsin. That year, the area we hunted was designated as a “Zone T”. Meaning we had to shoot a doe or an antlerless deer. Then when we checked that deer in, we could then get a buck tag.

Neither one of us had shot a deer yet so we couldn’t shoot a buck. As we were walking back up to the house for lunch, there was a huge commotion in the woods to our left. Something big was charging thru the woods and it was coming right at us. We both stopped in our tracks, turned and braced to see what would come out.

To our surprise, it was a large buck. It’s body was completely soaked, it was drooling, it’s back was humped up and it couldn’t catch it’s breath. It walked to within 20 feet of us. We watched this deer for 10-15 minutes while it stood there and got it’s wind back. This deer had been running for a long time and whatever it was running from was a greater threat than two hunters with loaded rifles. Ironic neither one of us had a buck tag but seeing the condition that the buck was in, no way either one of us would have shot it.

1989, the summer before my High School Senior year. A high school friend and I went to his relatives land to camp and fish. They owned a lot of land down in Southeastern Oklahoma on the Little River. The family ran a fish camp and had a number of cabins and we normally stayed there but this trip we decided to camp on the river a few miles from this fish camp.

We found a good campsite, gathered firewood and baited our troutlines. Back at camp it had gotten dark. My friend was busy pitching his tent and getting his things organized. I had built a fire and was getting ready to cook. I was sitting facing the fire. Everything was quiet. I then heard a very slight sound behind me and at my 4 o’clock position. I didn’t turn around I just took note of that sound and started going thru my mind what might be sneaking around the perimeter of our campsite. A few minutes later I hear another slight sound now at my 3 o’clock position. That was where we had the canoe beached. I still didn’t turn to look or acknowledge the sound. I was waiting to see if whatever it was would trip on the rope that we had used to tie the canoe to a tree on the river bank. When it got to where we had the rope tied to the tree, I heard it run what sounded like a hand up and down the rope. Now I knew it wasn’t an animal. It had to be a person but this “person” wasn’t using a flashlight and this was before night vision was something anyone could afford and it was still just something the military had.

Over the next half hour or so, the very slight sounds moved on down along the river bank. I thought whatever or whoever it was had moved on.

As I’m facing the fire, from my 1 o’clock position, I hear something incoming, breaking thru the tops of the trees. In the firelight, I clearly see a large object flying thru the air and landing just to my left.

Whatever was out there in the darkness had just thrown a tree stump with the root ball around 50 yards and at the highest point, around 35 feet high. I stand up and turn to get my friend and tell him what’s going on. I think something growled or screamed. I didn’t hear anything but as I stood up, I winced and closed my eyes and turned my head as I would do if I was in pain. My friend yelled from his tent: “What was that?”. I told him to come over and look at what was just thrown. I think he heard it scream and that’s what got his attention.

As odd as that experience was, what was stranger is that we didn’t immediately leave the campsite. Also, we never talked about what happened that night. I completely forgot about this for over a decade. It was only when my brothers friend was telling us that his Dad, who lives around Clayton, Oklahoma saw a Bigfoot crossing a fence on his property. Then the events of that night on the river came back to me. I put two and two together and realized what could have thrown something so heavy, so far. I had always thought Bigfoot was a fictional creature. Just some tall tale created by early explorers or native inhabitants of the Pacific Northwest. I had never heard of any sightings in Oklahoma.”