Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “After hiking a couple miles, I found a comfortable sitting spot with a fair view to wait at. I sat, leaned up against a big tree, and kept quiet. I was listening for the sound of a Sage Grouse, which I had been stalking, following the direction of its infrequent calls. The air was so crisp and calm, I could hear everything.

I sat motionless and enjoyed the nature around me, but I was disappointed that I hadn’t heard the grouse for at least 15 minutes. I was going to navigate back to camp soon when I faintly started to hear footsteps. I instinctively knew it was a man from the noise pattern. I then I started to doubt myself as the likelihood of bumping into another person was so slim, maybe it was just an animal walking very slowly.

When I first saw it, I thought I saw a Bigfoot and my heart started racing, then I rationalized that it was probably my Dad or Uncle (who are big guys), just randomly dressed in a perfectly matching brown outfit. It was walking perpendicular to the direction I was facing, and it was just about at the closest point to me before it would be crossing my straight line of sight. I could see that it’s whole body looked to be the color of brown fur, and it’s face was the same color. I felt chills all over my body, and almost in a panic to prove to myself it was someone else, I called out a family “hoot” just to see if maybe it actually was someone I knew and my mind was playing tricks on me.

With no hesitation whatsoever, the Bigfoot leaped behind a tree, and instantly was completely hidden from my view. At this point, my adrenaline was rushing, and I felt a strange sense of foreboding, not something I have ever felt before. It is hard to explain, I just felt a scary kind of energy. I did not move a muscle, I just stayed in place, and kept my eyes glued to the tree that I knew it was standing behind.

During a period of about a half hour, or more, I did not take my eyes from the tree. I knew it was there, standing as straight as it could, because the girth of the tree was scarcely as wide as the creature. First, I was amazed that it never peaked; it never showed a hand, or knee, nothing. I started to wonder if it could still possibly be standing there, I doubt an Apache Indian would have had the patience to never sneak a glance. Soon I began to imagine how it could have possibly snuck away, not possible without me hearing it, it had to still be there!

In my pocket I had a bunch of nice rocks (for shooting squirrels and birds with my slingshot), and I had 3 big heavy steel balls. Those I had saved for special use only, like a sage grouse. I soon had my most dangerous steel ball in place, sling ready, and had practiced in my mind that if I were to be rushed by this thing, that I would force myself to wait until it was very close before shooting at its face. I also had opened my pocket knife so that it would be immediately at the ready.

When I couldn’t stand waiting around any more, I stood up as quietly as possible. I took one, painstakingly slow and quiet step towards the tree, and no sooner that my foot touched the ground, the Bigfoot took off in a mad sprint straight away from me. As an athlete, I knew I could run faster than most guys at the time, and I instinctively gave chase. I remember thinking that I might run down a guy in a Bigfoot outfit and debunk the mystery! I ran as fast as I possibly could, and this guy, was way faster than any man, leaving me in the dust. I watched him as I ran, he ran like a man, but so fast!

After about 20 seconds of sprinting, I could not see it anymore due to forestation, but I continued my sprint, because I could still hear the clear thumps of a running bi-ped. Then the sound of the footfalls stopped abruptly, so I slowed, once again scared. I cautiously proceeded forward with my weapons ready, the trees ahead started to clear, and I arrived at a cliff. I doubt anything could have climbed down it, but maybe this thing did, or more likely, it was hiding behind one of the nearby trees as it did before.

At this point I was terrified that it was going to be behind the next tree, so I backtracked my path and then hiked back to camp. Over and over again I replayed the event in my mind. Bigfoot was real, I had seen him! I told everyone at the camp that I saw Bigfoot, and it was pretty embarrassing, but got a lot of good laughs. Since then I have only told some close friends and family about the incident.

Looking back at my experience, I think I gleaned some valuable insight. Firstly, they are super tricky and patient! Much more so than any “animal” I have encountered. When I hooted, it did not even take a glance, or pause to process or spot what it had heard, it instantly and instinctively vanished. When I got up, half an hour later, and took a step towards it, it was not peaking, I think it heard me step from around 100 yards away, while I could barely hear my own slow step (unless it had a very stealthy way of peaking).

My theory is that they have incredible hearing, they are masterful and exceptionally patient hiders, and to be frank, even if a bunch of woodsmen would have been marching through that forest, I think this creature would have been able to hear them coming and masterfully hide or escape undetected. In the clean, calm air, running in his wake, I also observed that it was odorless to me.”