Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “It was 1977 or 1978 in late summer. I’ve never been a big hunter but I’ve always loved walking in the woods and creeks looking for rocks and crystals. I was less than a half a mile from my house walking with my two dogs up a small creek in a highly dissected terrain. Molly was the smartest dog I’ve ever known, half Australian sheep dog and half collie. Her son Smokie was more than twice her weight and dumb as a rock.

All of a sudden both dogs froze and started growling very low. Their tails were between their legs. I tried to walk around Molly. She would not let me. I heard bipedal steps in front of me. I looked up and saw the head and shoulders of something very hairy and very large in the next gully leading down to the creek. It looked at me. I thought that it would be better to walk away, my dogs stayed behind me and even smoky didn’t get stupid and charge. Molly would not let him. I felt safe with them at my back at the time. I just felt it was best to walk away, but when I got home that night and went to sleep I had nightmares.

I felt like there was a group of these things watching the house, and every night for weeks I closed every curtain and every blind and every window and mom said what’s up. I never explained it to her, but after about a month, it was over and I never saw anything again. I also went back to where I had seen the thing the next day and when I went to the gully where the thing had been standing, it had to have been over 8 feet tall for me to see shoulders and Head. Your podcast has cleared up a lot of things for me. I love what you’re doing.”