Norm B

[Norm B]

There’s no getting around it, Steve Isdahl’s a top notch professional Hunter and guide with some very good hunting and Sasquatch tales. Steve works a little too hard at making us believe that he doesn’t give a shit, because I think deep down he really does.

I think it would be great if Wes wear to interview him one day. I think he would make a fabulous guest. Norm Black, episode 616.

[Norm B]

Seeing these creatures as many of us have, is both scary, exciting and confusing, because there is almost no real category that we can put these creatures in that makes sense to us at this time.

I’m retired from the California Highway Patrol and as a law man, I became a trained observer, so when I had my encounter at the age of 15 it made a huge impression on me and it has stuck with me to this day. And for those of you that have seen these creatures, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

So, because of good people like Wes Germer who started a podcast that gives us all a forum for our stories, we now have a safe place to go.

Sasquatch Chronicles is a safe place because we’re not mocked or jerred or laughed at. Wes, is a person that asks questions that add clarity to the stories as he digs a little deeper into the memory of the teller to remember in greater detail what happened. Wes allows people to tell their story without interrupting unnecessarily making Sasquatch Chronicles about the person telling the story of their very personal encounter. Wes Germer makes the show about his guests, and not about himself, although it really is about Wes, but in a good way. For without Wes, we would not have such a great and we’ll respected show available to us.

Hats off to you Wes Germer. Ride high in the saddle my friend, you are performing a great and necessary service. Because of guys like you and your show, one day soon Sasquatch will be added to the scientific community’s list of creatures like humans, deer, great apes, eagles, whales, dlpfins and bears etc plus thousands more.

Beautiful job my friends. Keep up the good job. Don’t stop. God Bless brother!!

[Norm B]

Wes my hats off to you for doing a great job and for having the insight years ago to start your podcast.
You have persevered somehow, you had the courage and insight and vision to make this thing happen and thank goodness for that.

Thank you for all that you’ve done, and thank you for all that you’re doing in the future. I salute you and my hat’s off to you, you’re doing a great job so please keep it up.

Norm Black, Episode 616.

[Norm B]

Try #616.

[Norm B]

The above post is not the total extent of the encounter. There is much more to the story that what is posted above.

If Mr. Germer finds that this is an interesting story and would like to know more, I can be reached at norm6545@hotmail.com, or 931-644-1889.

[Norm B]

My Encounter in 1958

What were we doing when we spotted the Sasquatch?

Wes, with my brother Ken 13 years old and another kid named Jack who was 14 and I at 15 years old, worked we worked at Amber Knolls Orchard in the summertime. Our job was to move 1-mile of irrigation sprinkler pipe every 8 hours, 24 hours a day all summer long from May to early September. My Dad was the General Manager. The year was 1958 and it was probably July when we had the encounter. The ranch had 500 acres of walnut trees and 500 acres of brush and pasture land for horses and cattle, and on all sides, the ranch was surrounded by brush land that was a mix of private and government land.. 
As I said, it was mid summer and the sun had set about 30 minutes prior to the encounter, so it was still light enough to see the critter, but dark enough where details couldn’t really be made out very clearly. The trees made it even more difficult to see the critter clearly, but there were some openness to the orchard, especially at the higher elevations where soil quality was less favorable and where the trees were not as big as near the bottom of the hill…
About our job and how we came to getting it
My father couldn’t find good help to move the pipe during the nighttime hours as the workers drank and got drunk or simply didn’t show up for work for days on end, so the irrigation operation would come to a halt because of drunken and unreliable workers. My father was very upset and didn’t know what to do about it as guys would rather be on welfare and stay drunk than work.
So, my brother and I decided we would approach our father with a plan to end his troubles and return the irrigation operation back to its former 24-hour around-the-clock schedule. We also contacted Jack and brought him into the proposal which Ken and I had carefully planned in hopes that our father would give us the green light for our job proposal. After about one day of deliberation, Dad gave us the job and we retained that job until we all went off the college. At the time of our negotiation with Dad, I was about 15, Ken about 12 and Jack 13 years old.
We saw a 7-8 foot creature covered in hair walking, then running through our orchard. I have drawn this so you can get somewhat of an idea as to how the critter was traveling. It seemed to know exactly where it wanted or needed to go.
On this particular day, Ken, Jack and I had just finished moving 1-mile of irrigation pipe 40 feet to its next irrigation spot. (irrigation system moved through the orchard 40 feet at a time) I was driving the old 41 Chevy PU and I was driving north on one of our ranch roads when I came to and intersection at the end of that 40 acre parcel which was at the base of a very steep hill. It is when I turned right that we collectively saw something that appeared to be a man walking in the orchard, but was back among the trees. There was not supposed to be anyone in the orchard but us at that time, (about 7:30 pm, so we decided to investigate to see who was walking in our orchard.

[Norm B]

Submitted in error

[Norm B]

Here’s the first page or so of my Big Foot encounter. I wonder if Mr. Germer has any interest?

I chased the Creature Across 80+ Acres of Walnut Orchard

To some, might say this story starts off too slowly for them. Let’s get to Big Foot and stop all the messing around with extra words. But, this is what it is and it is my Big Foot story.
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It was a cold winter’s morning in Middle Tennessee with a light misting rain. Sitting at my desk looking out the window of my second story home office, I quietly watched a squirrel hang upside down from one of my wife’s many bird feeders. On the ground just 10 feet away was a playful little chipmunk waiting his turn to eat whatever bird seeds the squirrels might drop on the ground. On the floor of our tri-level deck system on the back of our house, I could see the pattering and splashes from the light rain.
As I leaned back in my chair sipping an early morning cup of Joe, I began to put aside the thoughts of my wife who was sleeping soundly, tucked comfortably in our bed, and recovering from major colon surgery and a bout with heart issues. Christmas Holiday for us was spend in the hospital for a combined total of 10 days. Christmas, 2019 had come and gone and my mind started to wander back to a time over 75 years ago on June 21, 1944. On that day I was born in a private home set up to handle three maternity cases of mothers who were giving birth. The home, owned by Ole Doc Charlie Craig Jr.’s nurse Jean Splees, was located in Lakeport California, a small farming town and county seat of Lake County. There was no hospital at that time, and World War II was still raging in Europe but was slowly grinding to a successful end, however, in the South Pacific, the war continued to drag on for one more year.
For the first five years of my life, I was raised in a mining camp called Sulfur Bank mine. My father worked in the mine’s repair and machine shop and like all the employees of the mine, each had a military deferment due to the type of material the operation was mining. In September 23, 1947, my brother Ken was born, and at that time there was now a hospital in the county to handle his birth.
After the WWII ended and the mine shut down in late 1946, my father bought from the mine, a Caterpillar D8 and a 1941 Chevy pickup that had been fitted with two large winches and a boom for lifting. With this equipment, Dad began clearing brush land for ranchers who were planning to plant walnut tree orchards (in place of brush) on the volcanic hillsides in the shadow of Mount Konocti, a doormat volcano named by the local Indians. They named the walnut orchard, Amber Knolls Orchard after the color of the soil.
Amber Knolls was in a location removed by several miles from our nearest neighborsand the school bus stop was a mile from our house. For nearly all of our growing up years, that of my brother and me, Amber Knolls was all that we knew. We had 5 dogs, we each had a horse as did mom and dad, we hunted, fished and camped with our parents and thought that there was no other way to spend time together. Yes, we would have like to have visited Disneyland, but, that came much later in life. We were ranch-kids and we liked it that way.
I attended Santa Rosa Junior College and wanted to become a photo journalist. For the first semester I didn’t work, but from that point forward, I earned money by working in a Shell station and as my grades began to slip, and my social life was picking up, I took fewer and fewer classes while working more at the station. In 1965, I got drafted in the Army, was sent to an electronics school in New Jersey for 7 months, then shipped to Germany for a year to become part of the 2nd Armored Cavalry Regiment’s Aviation Company.
When I got home in July 1967, I applied for a job with Control Data Corporation who first wanted to send me with pay to a 6 month school to learn their equipment. In the meantime, I applied for a job with the California Highway Patrol and in August 1968, I reported to their CHP training academy in Sacramento where I was to be a cadet for the next 4 months. Following that, I was assigned to South Los Angeles and Central Los Angeles where I rode motorcycles for the department until I was medically retired in November 1977 as a result of being run over by a drunk driver.
I love being out in the woods, but now nearly carry a firearm, .308, .243, 9mm or .45 My wife Judy and I live out in the country near Monterey Tennessee and our property is bordered by 15,000 of undeveloped woods or forest, so, whatever you choose to call it, it’s a lot of undeveloped land where there are no people, homes, cabins etc. Just wild animals and a possible Sasquatch or two. Who knows. Judy and I have four children, two boys and two girls, all now in their mid to late 40’s and six grandchildren and two great grandchildren. There you have it. A summary of my life.
Now to my Sasquatch story.

My Encounter in 1958

What were we doing when we spotted the Sasquatch?
Wes, with my brother Ken 13 years old and another kid named Jack who was 14 and I at 15 years old, worked we worked at Amber Knolls Orchard in the summertime. Our job was to move 1-mile of irrigation sprinkler pipe every 8 hours, 24 hours a day all summer long from May to early September. My Dad was the General Manager. The year was 1958 and it was probably July when we had the encounter. The ranch had 500 acres of walnut trees and 500 acres of brush and pasture land for horses and cattle, and on all sides, the ranch was surrounded by brush land that was a mix of private and government land.. 
As I said, it was mid summer and the sun had set about 30 minutes prior to the encounter, so it was still light enough to see the critter, but dark enough where details couldn’t really be made out very clearly. The trees made it even more difficult to see the critter clearly, but there were some openness to the orchard, especially at the higher elevations where soil quality was less favorable and where the trees were not as big as near the bottom of the hill…
About our job and how we came to getting it
My father couldn’t find good help to move the pipe during the nighttime hours as the workers drank and got drunk or simply didn’t show up for work for days on end, so the irrigation operation would come to a halt because of drunken and unreliable workers. My father was very upset and didn’t know what to do about it as guys would rather be on welfare and stay drunk than work.
So, my brother and I decided we would approach our father with a plan to end his troubles and return the irrigation operation back to its former 24-hour around-the-clock schedule. We also contacted Jack and brought him into the proposal which Ken and I had carefully planned in hopes that our father would give us the green light for our job proposal. After about one day of deliberation, Dad gave us the job and we retained that job until we all went off the college. At the time of our negotiation with Dad, I was about 15, Ken about 12 and Jack 13 years old.
We saw a 7-8 foot creature covered in hair walking, then running through our orchard
Included in this email is somewhat of a layout map of this section of the ranch. I have drawn this so you can get somewhat of an idea as to how the critter was traveling. It seemed to know exactly where it wanted or needed to go.
On this particular day, Ken, Jack and I had just finished moving 1-mile of irrigation pipe 40 feet to its next irrigation spot. (irrigation system moved through the orchard 40 feet at a time) I was driving the old 41 Chevy PU and I was driving north on one of our ranch roads when I came to and intersection at the end of that 40 acre parcel which was at the base of a very steep hill. It is when I turned right that we collectively saw something that appeared to be a man walking in the orchard, but was back among the trees. There was not supposed to be anyone in the orchard but us at that time, (about 7:30 pm, so we decided to investigate to see who was walking in our orchard.

If Mr. Germer has an interest in hearing the rest of the story, he can reach me at norm6545@hotmail.com or by calling me at 931-644-1889

[Norm B]

So, Does Mr. Germer have a phone number where he can be contacted? I know that in the past he has given out his cellphone number to some witnesses. He could call me if he has time.

Norm Black
931-644-1889

[Norm B]

Of all the emails I sent have sent to Mr.Germer, I have never gotten a response.

Norm Black

[Norm B]

I have written a very detailed account of an encounter that includes photos and hand drawn maps Is there a mailing address where I can send it..too

[Norm B]

I accidentally cancelled my account. I would like it to be fixed so my subscription can continues. Please take of this immediately please.

Norm Black
norm6545@hotmail.com
931-645-1889

[Norm B]

Is there an mailing address where I can send my Big Foot Encounter?

Norm Black
Monterey, TN
931-644-1889

[Norm B]

Is there an mailing address where I can send my Big Foot Encounter?

Norm Black
Monterey, TN
931-644-1889

[Norm B]

To whom do I send my encounter story. I have send maybe 4 emails to Wes Germer and never got a response.

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