A listener writes “I’m 23 years old and I’ve lived in Tucson Arizona all my life. I don’t want to make this long winded but there is a lot to my experience and history with my family cabin.
My family cabin resides in Pinetop Arizona, very close to Show Low. We very often take quick weekend vacations to either, snow board, hunt, fish, or just get away. My brothers and I would frequently wander off behind the cabin, following the creek that opens up to miles of seemingly untouched forest.
Back in the early summer of 2013, myself, my older brother, my uncle, and my friend at the time, all decided we would play airsoft in the middle of the night, sometime around 11pm to 12am. The forest that surrounds the cabin, is quite dense and scattered about are other people’s cabins. That night, the moon was maybe half full, but was just enough to let scattered light in through the trees to see 5 to 6 feet ahead. When we started our game, we decided we would start on either side of the cabin and made rules where we were not allowed to cross over the creek the paralleled the cabin just 40 yards off on the west side, and not to cross a further up road paralleling the cabin from the east.
Me and my friend, started on the west side, slowly making our way into the dense wooded area behind our cabin. It was very quiet and easy to hear every crunch of every step along the way. Being careful not to trip because of limited sight. My friend stopped me about 50 feet from where we started, and told me he really had to use the bathroom, and at this time I would say about 10 minutes had elapsed from our start. So without argument he made his way back to the cabin. At the time I was thinking he was just afraid of the dark, and just wanted to go call his girlfriend.
About 2 minutes later, I heard a loud crash and someone tumble about 40 yards from the east side of the cabin where my brother and uncle would be. I squeezed my finger into the trigger of the gun, laying down some fire in that direction. Again this is an airsoft gun that shoots little white bb’s. After letting up, I heard my uncle laugh, and curse at the branch that made him trip and tumble down the incline they were on. My brother shot back a couple times but did not hit me. I ran and took cover, into the bank behind me that bordered the creek. Knowing they wouldn’t be able to hit me even if they shot. It became very quite after that for a good while.
I heard their voices pick up in whispers until they were calling my name asking where I was. I was very hesitant to reveal my position, knowing that they could be ready to lay down fire on me. Until, my Brother said, “COLTON, I’m not playing around where are you and where is your friend?!” The tone of his voice alarmed me and it became clear he was being serous. So I got up and rose from the bank and yelled out to him, revealing where I was, and explaining my friend went inside. He then explained he thought we managed to make our way to his side, and approach him from the untouched woods.
We decided to meet up at a small path that was in front of both groups about 20 yards ahead. When we met up, my Brother yelled ” Game over! We’re done messing around, stop messing with us.” My brother and uncle then proceed to pull their actual firearms. With me in between them, one facing towards the open woods, and one facing the cabin just a hundred feet ahead, both with their guns drawn, we continued to walk towards the cabin.
The moment my foot touched the volcanic gravel that surrounded the cabin, this absolutely loud piercing noise, that almost sounded as if you took two giant boulders and managed to clack them together, rang out all around us not knowing where it was coming from. At hearing this horrible noise, our line immediately broke and we all ran straight inside panicking. The rest of the night we were fear stricken and our blood ran cold.
This is my encounter with what I think to be sasquatch. I have some other weird occurrences out in woods, like finding an area of lots of cattle bones in the vicinity of the cabin. The cabin itself harbors weird paranormal energy that’s easier to explain in words. I have lots of little stories about that too.”
Daren c
This sounds interesting, hopefully this is an upcoming show! Thanks for your taking the time to share with us.
Charles R
Would definitely be a cool place to escape the desert heat of Arizona. Probably not all that far or in the general area of the famous Travis Walton Abduction from 1975.
Angela S
Get this guy on the show. I live in Phoenix AZ and love to hear about these things
Ron S
If UFO can become UAP… Until the phenomenon of “Sasquatch” can be examined with full exposure, I think we should change its name to Sus-quatch.
🤓 FYI “Sus” is short for suspect or suspicious… get with the times my peeps! If I have to explain “peeps” just disregard this comment:)
Ron S
Out my several encounters, only 2 times I’ve been started so badly that I immediately withdrew a weapon and stood at the ready. I wasn’t unnerved or shaking, it happened so fast I don’t think I even had time for that.
In my area of WI in the woods there are lots of black bears, wolves, coyotes and some scattered mountain lions. I’ve never aimed at anything I couldn’t identify visually 1st, and only once did I draw and then observe something (not pointing at it) and still wonder what it was I was seeing.
No joke but my first impression, it had all black eyes like your typical Grey alien but the skin was reddish brown, the hair was dark all around the face, that’s all I could tell.
When I saw it in my peripheral and as it dropped it looked like fast moving smoke. It was definitely skin on the face as I even saw a bag of puffiness under the eye through that hole in the grass it was peeking out of… but since it didn’t blink for a couple minutes I went on my way… The freaky part was, it was gone when I went back that way after catching a couple fish, it confirmed my first observation and keeps me on a higher alert now in that area.
One other instance was a large abrupt deep rumbling growl within a few yards.
Both those times I continued on after being motionless for a couple minutes of complete stillness and went fishing anyway. Both those instances were within just a few hundred yards of each other but a year or two apart I think. I probably should’ve kept better track with a journal because I’m well aware my memory sucks.
I had to believe whatever was/is out there doesn’t actually want to harm me or it would’ve happened already.
I also feel like some of this stuff follows people, because I use to have areas where I felt there wasn’t anything strange going on for years and then gradually hear and there it got weirder.
Ron S
Maybe water is a component to a certain variety of things, maybe trees something else and the same for rocks with these different unexplained beings/creatures?
It seems to me you don’t always need a river or water for various encounters but it definitely doesn’t hurt.
It’s all just so weird I really wish I had better answers for everyone so I could put peoples minds at ease.
If it was something like a deer I could tell you all kinds of information such as it’s likely location for feeding and bedding areas, where to ambush it and why and at what time and so on and so forth, but this is truly an unpredictable mystery.