Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hi Wes, really love your show and would like to share something that happened to me and a friend in Connecticut back in the mid-90’s. My recollection of the exact dates this took place are a little foggy ( I’m in my early 60’s now) but what happened is still fresh because it was so unusual. I’m not saying it was a bigfoot encounter, but from listening to the encounters your guests have had, this incident is very similar.

So here’s what happened, it was late September, early October and the State of CT Used to do a fall trout stocking in several lakes and rivers throughout CT. So my friend and I went over to one of the rivers that was stocked and were doing a little late afternoon-early evening fishing.

My friend and I are not avid fisherman, we were hacks but we enjoyed fishing and had had some success there a few months earlier. We went back to the spot along the river we had fished before and caught a few small trout, but then we noticed a few signs on the trees that said this area was for fly-fishing only. We figured we didn’t want to get fined by a Game Warden or piss off the more serious fisherman ( luckily didn’t run into either one), so we decided to get back in the car and drive further up the river where us hacks wouldn’t get bothered.

The two-lane paved road soon turned into a single gravel lane and we traveled on that for about a mile until the gravel lane passed over the river and came to a flat clearing on one side of the river that made river access easier. We walked about a quarter mile along the flat side and found a spot to try. Had to walk down a 7-10 embankment to get along the riverside to a sandy/rocky area where we could stand and fish from.

The river there was about 40- 50 feet wide and from 2-4 feet deep with good flowing water. the land across the river from us rose steeply a good 50-70 feet above us and was thickly covered with pine,oak and maple with a lot of 5-10 foot tall undergrowth. ( everything was still fully leaved ). We had been fishing there about an hour or two and it was probably around 5:30- 6pm and was starting to get
dark.

Suddenly, from across the river we heard something coming crashing thru the trees. A rock, almost the size of a soccer ball landed with a huge splash into the middle of the river, about 40 feet up river from us.

Whatever threw that rock must have thrown it from the top of the hill across the river
because we heard the breaking and snapping of branches for at least 3-4 seconds before the rock hit the water.

I looked at my friend and said “What the F*** was that??” He just shook his head staring upstream and said” I have no idea.” We fished for about another 5 minutes but were really confused about what or who threw that rock and were getting really creeped out and just got a feeling that we should get out of there.

We never saw or heard anything but definitely felt unwelcome.

So flash forward to 2015 and now with google maps and modern technology I was able to find the area where we had the experience. I went back there with two friends to show them where the incident happened. We went there in the fall when the leaves were down. We were able to get to the side of the river where i believed the rock was thrown from, at the top of the steep incline.

Wes, the strangest thing happened as I approached this area, I started to get this overwhelming sense of dread and fear, I could feel my heart pounding as i got near the area. It was weird, I was with my two friends and had to take a moment to try to calm down to try to figure out where this sudden sense of dread was coming from.

One of the friends with me was in his late 20’s , 6’4′ and 230 lbs. Neither one of us thought we could heave a soccer ball sized rock from the top of that hill and hit the middle of the river, no matter how we tried. It would require something or someone to have an enormous amount of strength to reach the water. It just didn’t seem humanly possible. Plus the ground was all leaf-covered with no large rocks apparent in the immediate area.

Then probably within 20-30 feet of this area we found two strange footprints about 10-15 down fro the top of this hill/incline.( lots of bushy undergrowth in this whole area. Like I said , the ground was completely covered with leaves except these two tracks about 5, almost 6 feet apart, you could see a footlike impression of just the toes, like someone running uphill digging the front part of their foot into the ground as they went up this steep incline. the leaves were pulled away with the weight and you could see the dirt below. The tracks were about 5-6 inches wide and you could make out 4-5 toe-like impressions.

It was strange there were only two tracks, we looked around and saw nothing else. Never really thought of this area as a possible bigfoot habitat, but there is plenty of game, water and heavily forested areas in Connecticut. It’s a mystery to me what could have thrown that rock.
Thanks for you time and keep up the fantastic work you do.”