Jan 7

My Sasquatch encounters

A listener sent me an email titled “My Sasquatch encounters”

This happen in April 2008:

A listener writes “I went for a picnic on a creek coming from its own canyon, weather was cool and clear but nice. Setup the sleeping bag along the rock bank and sat and chatted.

We just kept remarking how peaceful and quiet it was. It truly was a little piece of paradise. Then some people drove in and parked and started setting up a tent in the trees across the creek. I look at my wife and said well if they are doing it then we should be also.

It was almost dusk and we debated whether we had the time drive home and pack all of our camping gear and drive back and have it all set up in time to be able to camp for the night. We moved with lightning speed and made it back home packed everything up along with aromatic barbeque ribs and rice and shot back down the highway to make it there before sundown. We made it there and I immediately started looking for wood in the desert scrub juniper trees and scrub oak. My wife worked on setting up the tent.

That couple got mighty comfortable while we were gone because they were having sex in their tent and the woman was yelling very loudly and it was carrying up and down the canyon pretty far (maybe that played a part in attracting them? in retrospect). I was moving quickly trying to find any pieces of wood but in the desert as many people know that there isn’t much fuel to be found in the desert. Especially in areas where people have camped previously. I moved all through the thick and thorny trees looking for anything that I could (a note for readers at this time Sasquatch was just a possible theory for me). I had listened to recordings online before of wood knocks and read quite a few reports on the bfro website in years past but you know I had a healthy amount of skepticism. I had it of the mind that if they did exist it would be somewhere in the pacific northwest in the mountains.

Anyway I deposited what little wood that I found by the rock fire ring of our campsite and walked back to the car with my wife to eat the ribs and rice as I said “there’s no way we are going to be attracting bears with these aromatic ribs by eating them at the campsite”. So we finished up and exited the car to walk back to the tent with our flashlights.

The second I got out of the card I heard someone beating on wood back in the direction of where our campsite was setup. It was echoing pretty far but was pretty consistent tapping. I thought to myself I don’t remember seeing anyone camped back there. I was all through those trees and I didn’t see or hear anyone. I thought it was some people way back down that creek camping and maybe driving a stake into the ground or you something camping related. The closer we got to the tent the more I realized that the knocking wasn’t coming from somewhere far back in the woods but right close to our tent! It was something beating a piece of wood on a tree. I said to myself there’s no way……… I started thinking of the wood knocking recordings I had heard on the internet as this was indeed wood knocking.

So we kept walking closer and closer but now walking with caution and I began realizing what the hell was going down. My wife feeling the freaking oddness of the situation asked me what was doing that? Is that bigfoot? Not 50 feet away from our tent in the thick thorny trees was something tapping on a big tree. I said “holyshit they are right there in the trees infront of us”. We could hear them walking back and forth in the trees right in front of us. I could hear them breathing, light grunts, and we kept those flashlights trained on the trees looking back and forth just waiting for one to come out on the pathway on the one side. They were all RIGHT there in those trees moving around in them all the while the same one was still tapping on that tree, just a constant sustained tapping.

My body was ignited into danger mode, I felt the danger more and more the longer we stood there completely dumbfounded by what was going on with all of that activity. I felt so naked and defenseless without any kind of weapon like they could do anything they wanted to and we would be at their mercy. I kept thinking this is wrong, this is very wrong. Animals in nature aren’t supposed to get this close to you let alone freaking sasquatch! This wasn’t like any of the stories that I read where people see one through the trees and it walks away never to be seen again. These things were close to us trying to get closer in the trees from the side and weren’t going anywhere. They were parked in the trees and I felt danger and it seemed like they didn’t give a flying $%#@ that we were even there that close to them. Sometimes the tree knocker would pause and we just kept the flashlights on the trees looking trying to see what was in there.

I couldn’t move as the feeling of danger was just overwhelming and I haven’t felt my body in that much alarm of danger sustained like that before. I grew up on a beef farm and have had many close calls with large beef cattle almost killing me many many times. So I have had many chances to have that feeling of danger. This scene with us standing there with these things right infront of us was such a weird, crazy, unbelieveable experience. We just couldn’t look away from the trees with our flashlight and my wife says to me “lets go closer and see one” I put my arm out to stop her and said “NO, NO let’s NOT get closer!” There was no way I was going to let her do that. We just stood there listening to them moving in the trees in front of us, with their breathing and soft grunts. The chief wood knocker stopped the knocking then did a special pattern and then went quiet. In the distance the same special pattern of knocks was repeated. My wife and I both said “whoa…….” together as it was pretty amazing to hear that happening.

After many more minutes of standing there and the wood knocker having quit my wife said she wanted to go to the tent. I said “there’s absolutely no freaking way we are going to camp here tonight”. My wife wasn’t having any of that and she called me a pussy. I told her this isn’t right and they shouldn’t be this close to us and I am not sleeping there while they stand over the tent and watch me sleep. I asked her what are we going to do if they decide to carry us off or attack us? We have a thin layer of tent between us and them. She was very intent on sleeping there as she is from New York city and was completely unaware of the dangers of wild animals let alone freaking sasquatch! I started packing up the tent and placed a flashlight on the ground aimed at the trees where the sasquatch were. We both kept an eye on where they were while we packed things up. We drove home (wife was pissed off the whole way) and that was the end of that night. I wondered what was going to happen to the other campers that were still there.

Two days later we returned before dusk so I could go around and search for footprints and signs of where they were walking. I NEEDED to investigate because this stuff was a joke for me prior to this experience. I was only starting to maybe consider it a possibility by listening to audio recordings over the years but I was still pretty cautious of it being a hoax.

When I was able to investigate the area what really surprised me was how thick and thorny the trees were in where the knocker was. Also how thick and thorny it was where the other ones were walking around. I wondered how big they could actually be to navigate in that without moving any branches or getting tangled or just snapping everything to clear some space. That really puzzled me, how the heck were they able to move in there so well?

I went in there and I am pretty agile and it was quite a feat to move around in there without making a crap load of noise. I wondered how big these things were again because the space in there wasn’t very accommodating height wise. I didn’t find any prints as its Arizona and the ground is dry and hard. I looked around more to try and find some sort of sign but there was nothing. There were no signs of the couple that was camped by the creek not far from where our tent was. I suppose they made it out ok? So I walked over to where my wife was standing by the road and we decided to sit at these big boulders and just relax and meditate and enjoy the peaceful tranquility of the area once again.

Our car was parked across the road from us from where we were sitting. I tried to forget what had happened days prior and once again enjoy the beauty of that area. As we sat there quietly with our eyes closed I heard something walking up to us quietly from the other side of the road close to where our car was parked. It made these super soft steps in the dry leaves and then it stopped and made these quiet 3 knocks with a stick on the trees that concealed it from our sight. Then all of a sudden from multiple directions (on the same side of the road as the knocker) things began walking toward us. I just sat there wide eyed and fixated on the sounds of things approaching us from multiple directions. I thought oh crap they are on the same side of the road with one right close to our car. So we would have to run towards them to get away. There was a shallow wash ahead to my left that something was climbing up over the edge of it to get a look at us.

I could hear it knocking down dirt and pebbles pulling itself up to the edge. I was just in that wash a month or two previous and knew exactly where it was. So I stood up and told my wife that I am going to walk over there and see that thing. I didn’t know what else to do given the situation as it was like all focus and attention was completely on us and I wanted to take some of the mystique away from them. As I approached the wash I side stepped slowly with each step I knew I was just about it to see it. I kept saying “$%%^ I’m going to see it, @#$% I’m going to see it”. The further I walked over to get dead center in the middle of the wash on the road the more I realized I was walking further and further way from my wife. I got to the point where I was just about to see right into the wash but I got a bad feeling about getting too far away from my wife.

It kind of hit me in the stomach and I glanced over and saw her there like a sitting duck so I walked back over and sat beside her. The was only one that was making noise now, it sounded like it was a hiker wearing heavy boots taking a few steps walking down the path up ahead. I could hear the pebbles move and tumble as it walked. Whoever it was they sounded like they were heavier than the other ones. It went silent and then a minute later we heard it walking again this time it sounded closer. I couldn’t really picture in my head what the heck it was doing over there. I was listening trying to gather clues to what it was up to. Then all of sudden it broke a tree which sounded almost like a metal thick elevator cable breaking, kadoom kadooom kadoooom!!!!!!! We both bolted for the car even though we were running toward them and turned it on and got the heck out of there!!

I returned a few days later to look around. There were some ranch workers there cutting down the beautiful desert riparian area trees where the big one broke the tree down. I went behind the trees where the first one approached us and knocked on those trees. I tried walking quietly in the leaves like it did. In no freaking way could I walk in those leaves without making extremely loud crunching. No matter how slowly I put my foot down or tried to walk in them could I ever replicate how quietly it was able to walk in them. I don’t understand how it was even possible. It doesn’t even make sense to me how it was able to do that. I went over to the wash but there wasn’t much of any signs of any disturbance to the soil. I didn’t cross the high barbed wire fence to see where the tree was broken because I didn’t want to trespass on the rancher’s property while the workers were there. I saw they had cut down a crap load of trees also and had possibly already cut down any broken tree evidence.

Months later returned to the area and headed down stream to hear what sounded like very large animals fighting quietly sending loud shock waves from hitting the ground. Kind of like quietly dropping an extremely large anvil and hearing and feeling the boom. No idea what it was and I did not go to inspect as I did not have a weapon on me.

Fast forward to this year headed into canyon lush green riparian quiet canyon. Found large barefoot print 5 approx inches or so larger than my own size 13 feet. Headed further in and found trees broken down onto path to block it. Not little saplings but 5 inch trunk on one. Right at the point where path narrows to 1 ½ to 2 feets with sheer 200 foot drop on one side and steep terrain on other. It was the perfect place to do it to deter people from entering. It looked like a warning not to enter and as we progressed past that more trees broken, classic tree breaks of large branch limbs which would be very hard to humans to do. Did not head very far in and enjoyed the abundant grapes growing.”

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