Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hey Wes; My name is Jeff, I have been a long time listener/follower. I am impressed with the platform you have created and the audience that follows.

I look forward each week to the additional content you provide. I just finished listening to Ron Morehead and Scott share their research and experiences regarding the Sasquatch Language. I have found that most episodes I am so focused and listening intently that I don’t find time to appreciate the comedy in some of the encounters. For example when Scott was perched on his rock calling out to the Bigfoots using content from his 75 pages of transcribed language only to have Ron approach him and ask “how do you know you’re not screaming out some sort of mating call”. I literally laughed out loud. I guess we don’t know. I really appreciate the way you conduct and handle your interviews, it really adds to the show and makes it more personable.

Anyways, the reason I am emailing you tonight is to share something that I think you might find as interesting as I did when I came across it. I also have to inquire and ask you for your opinion at the closing of this email about an additional encounter that Jack had.

Jack is my grandfather, we were very close. He was born in 1926, and passed away in 2003. My grandpa was a very detailed, honest, hardworking individual. I would consider him to be a pillar of the community in which he resided. He spent most of his earlier days in St Anthony, Idaho. He was a WWII Vet, and lived by God, Country, Family, and in that order. Anyways, my grandfather had a very detailed and almost ritualistic routine that he would go through on almost a daily basis. One of these things was writing in a journal. This journal of his turned into what I would consider more of a memoir than anything. The content inside was written and saved to provide his posterity with detailed information on his life and what life was like throughout the 1900’s.

I recently took the opportunity to learn more about this individual that I always held close to my heart. I would consider him to be a hero of mine. A confidant, someone I could always rely on and trust with my life, regardless of the situation or circumstance. As I turned the pages of this “biography” I came across two encounters that he shared. One of which “we” (family) only came to realize through his writings. The other, (which I’ll explain in closing, involved 4-5 ft. owls?) I hope this isn’t too lengthy for you, and that I haven’t bored you to death with trivial stuff. But I’d like to share with you both of his encounters, and I’ll do so by writing them here verbatim.This entry took place when he was a young teenager in the mid 1940’s.

“I saw some strange things in my youth, and some of them I have never been certain of what it was all about. I was bringing the cows in from the pasture one evening at near dark. The time of day when everything is silhouetted, we lived on the state place at the time. (St Anthony) I had the cows bunched and ready to push them across the canal, which was nearly full of water at the time. The cows had to swim to get across. I looked down into the pasture at the opposite direction from where I had gathered the cows, and as I did so I got a cold chill feeling. A feeling so intense I don’t have the vocabulary or words to describe it. All I can share is that there was an immediate trepidation that took place in my body. As I looked out over the pasture, maybe six or seven hundred feet away I saw something standing by a young sapling. An animal which looked like an enormous bear standing on its hind feet. The cows never seemed to be too disturbed, so I thought that maybe this sight was a direct result of an active imagination. I thought perhaps that my mind was playing tricks on me. I told Dad about it but he didn’t seem too concerned, so I proceeded to tell Baker, a dear friend of mine. He agreed to walk to the spot where I had seen the apparition the following morning.

After our morning chores had been accomplished, and after we drove the cows back to the pasture, we walked our way over to that young sapling. Using this sapling as a reference, it was fairly easy to determine this creature’s size within a few inches or so, using Bakers height, it was evident that it was about two of him. We added the difference and could determine that this beast was between eight in a half and nine feet tall. Also, there had been a rain storm the day before I witnessed this strange sight, and the ground around the tree was wet and muddy. Below this tree, there was an area about 2 feet square. There in the mud was the largest looking footprint either one of us had ever seen. We placed our feet into the depression in that muddy ground and marveled about how small our feet with shoes on were in comparison to the footprint that laid there before us. It was Bakers feeling that it must have been a bear, he was happy that no harm had befallen me the previous night when I thought I had seen that enormous creature standing on its hind feet for an extended period of time. As we went back, we had to cross the bridge that hovered over the canal kwai, we were overwhelmed by a terrible odor, and our noses led us to the spot where it looked like some animal or beast with nest making capabilities had built up a bed of dry sticks. We could only conclude that this structure was made to act as a bed for some animal to sleep on during the night. At that location the odor was even stronger, much more pungent and repulsive than anything I could imagine. We vaguely wondered what it could have been, we pursued the mystery no further. Neither of us ever did see anything like what I had seen that one time so I suppose Baker forgot it entirely, something that I have never been able to do.”

(The following is what I was wanting to share in closing, in an attempt to get your opinion and or thoughts. I also would like to know if you have ever heard of anything similar to the following, or if this is an original encounter.)

“On another occasion, at another plot of acreage on the same farm I was riding one of the horses out in the pastureland of sorts. The soil there wasn’t very productive at the time, so even the grasses were dwarfed in size. I looked to my right, and there stood two of the darndest critters I had ever laid eyes on. I thought at the time that they were owls between four and five feet tall. They had owl like noses and owl like enormous eyes and sockets. I rode my horse toward them, but as they never moved from their position I become frightened and turned the horse away. I got off the horse and faced them. They looking south toward me. I was looking north toward them. I took a step toward them and they took a step in my direction and stopped. I took two steps toward them only to have them take two more steps towards me and my direction. I thought if they are birds then I can frighten them into flight by shouting and throwing my arms and hands about over my head and in the air. When I did this they looked at each other as if they were communicating some message to each other. I had the distinct feeling it was me who was the one being discussed. They had a look of wonderment in their eyes, but didn’t move or budge from the spot. I took one more little step, an attempt to ease my troubled mind, and in unison they both took another step toward me. By this time I was more frightened than before, I could tell by their determination that the distance between us was only going to get shorter. So I took one giant step backwards to create some more distance between us, and to prevent an experience of the worst kind. This time they remained were they stood, so I knew they weren’t there for the dance. I got back on my horse and rode circles around them, they kept a keen eye on my whereabouts, as I rode circles, and they would follow using the same roundup method. I got off the horse and again flailed my hands and arms, I even looked for a rock or two that I could throw but found none. All the time they just stood there watching fascinated at what I was doing. Finally I decided that this needs the attention of a gun. I rode to the house and grabbed the twenty-two along with some bullets and headed back to where I had left them. I figured I could shoot up the turf around them and see how good something that big was at being able to fly. When I returned, there wasn’t a trace of the whatever’s they were. Perhaps someday I will know, or perhaps maybe I never will.

I went home that night and asked dad if he had ever seen owls four to five feet tall? He looked at me like I had really flipped and told me no. I told him about what I had seen that day on a portion of his farm and thought it was owls. He just laughed I suppose thinking his youngest son was some kind of crackpot. I don’t know what I saw on either occasion, all I know is that I did witness and encounter both creatures. I told another friend of mine about it many years later and he said “come on Jack, you aren’t for real”. I am only adding these incidents in here in hopes that at some time, some of you may be able to sort out the mystery, and come to find out what it was I witnessed. can assure you, as sure as you’re reading these entries knowing that what I have shared is the truth, and everything else concerning it.”

I found these entries to be pretty fascinating. It created a lot more questions, questions I wish I could have had time to ask him, but none the less, I feel very fortunate that he was detailed enough and dedicated enough to keep track of certain events, and memories of his life.