Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Date: January , 1989
Lewis county, WA
Nearest town: Toledo
Nearest road: Green River
Conditions: clear and cool
Time: pre-dawn dark hours
Location: I was driving on the main logging road leading from Morton to camp 18 and the Toutle River Valley.

Description of event: Facts of the incident as nearly as I can recall… I have only mentioned this to close family members until now.

I was out hunting for fur with my hounds, for bobcat and coon. I was alone with my 3 hounds and had been driving the logging roads and creek bottoms checking the snow along the road for sign or tracks of any recent animal activity.

I had put the dogs up on the top of the dog box in the back of my truck where they could pick up the scent of any animal that had crossed the road, or was near the road. I was driving along slowly, (this is how you hunt with hounds for the most part – wait for them to catch the scent drifting up to them and they will open up and strike with a bark letting you know they smell game they have been trained to pursue). It was getting along about 2:30 am, and it was a cold night. Not much was moving, so I was gonna bag it and head home.

I was at the end of a long spur road and had turned around and was driving back up out of a fairly deep timbered canyon. I recall I had just topped out again, and was on a straight away, when all hell broke loose – my dogs went ballistic up on top of the box. At first I thought, “Alright! A hot track”. Whatever they had scented must have just crossed the road because I had just been through there about 15 minutes earlier and they did not let out a peep.

I had my head out the window looking for tracks in the snow along side my rig with my flashlight on, when I heard crunching sounds – I mean CRUNCHING sounds – loud enough to be heard above my dogs howls. At first I didn’t grasp what I was hearing, then it dawned on me… something very large was running up towards me on the logging road. My dogs were no longer barking like they wanted to chase anything. They were howling and wanting to get inside the dog box.

Let me tell you – these dogs had no fear. They would pull the hair out of a black bears ass, and make a bear climb a tree. They would tree the bear and not leave until I came along to harvest the bear, or leash them up and leave the bear for another hunt.

I heard the noises behind me gaining on me, as now I could hear gravel crunching or whatever. It was was running up on me and closing in fast. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I hit the gas pedal and hauled ass out of there. I drove like crazy as fast as I could go, and as far as the blacktop road, before I stopped to put my dogs back inside the dog box.

Whatever it was, it was big, and running on two legs. If not running, then walking with huge strides. It was about 50 ft behind my bumper when I floored it. I am sure it was hit with flying rocks from my tires spinning. I have no clue what it was, and have never gone back into that area alone to hunt at night.