sasquatch chronicles blog

In New Jersey, a woman and her son come face to face with a winged beast. Is it the legendary Jersey Devil? A South Carolina town is terrorised by a giant lizard creature. Are reptoids from underground worlds rising up? And in Wisconsin, a bloodthirsty giant beast with a wolf head appears on a country road at night. Could it have been a werewolf? William Shatner explores these scary encounters with man-beasts and examines whether they are tales of folklore or the truth.

Meagan Medick interviewed Cliff Barackman about Sasquatch. Meagan writes “In this episode of Uncommon Sense, Meagan sits down with one of the most respected names in Bigfoot research: Cliff Barackman, co-host of Animal Planet’s Finding Bigfoot, co-host of Bigfoot and Beyond, and one of the leading voices in Sasquatch investigation for more than 30 years.”

A listener writes “Wes, These recent dogman encounters are happening right up the road from the town I used to live in. I’ve since moved about 45 minutes south toward Woodbury, but it still feels strange to me. That whole area around Plymouth and New London is mostly cornfields with small patches of woods, yet there seem to be a lot of dogman sightings reported there.

What’s interesting is that I rarely hear about Sasquatch sightings in that same area, aside from some older encounters.

I do know a few older locals who believed they encountered something like Bigfoot along the Black Fork back in the early ’80s, before the area became more developed. Between where I live now and Shiloh near where these sightings have been reported there’s public land in Ashland County that connects to Mohican. That’s the same area where I sent you those photos of what looked like possible Sasquatch activity, especially near that footprint.

Honestly, I think far more people have seen things like this than what actually gets talked about.

All three of these locations are close to where I used to live. I still go up to the New London reservoir to fish and snorkel during the summer. Like I said, it’s mostly farmland with scattered woods. At Willard Marsh where I marked that “X” I had an experience while I was out mushroom hunting. I saw something lying along the road that didn’t look like a bear or a Sasquatch. It was longer, more slender, and moving on all fours. I sped up trying to get a closer look.

I’ve also spoken to multiple hunters who’ve reported seeing something tall, lanky, and black crossing through the right of ways in the Willard Marsh area.

Just thought I’d share all of that with you.”

From The Shadows writes “Joseph Gatto was murdered in his Silver Lake, California home in November of 2012. His murder remains unsolved to this day. His son, Mike Gatto, joins us to share the details and frustration over the lack of answers surrounding his father’s murder after all these years.

Mike was a prominent politician at the time of his father’s death and talks about the possibility of it being politically motivated. We also discuss what the California government knows about aliens and Bigfoot.”

A strange and deeply unsettling chain of events unfolded during the winter of 1978 at Fort Lewis, a military post pressed up against miles of dense, untamed wilderness.

The soldiers stationed there were no strangers to the forest. Gear left out overnight would turn up in the wrong place by morning. Rifles and equipment came back with fresh scratches, deep and jagged, as if something had tested them with deliberate force. The men joked about it, accusing each other of messing around during night drills. It was easier to laugh than to question it.

Then the sounds began.

Soft at first. A faint rustling in the brush that stopped the instant anyone turned toward it. Then came something heavier low, guttural vibrations that seemed to rise from the ground itself. They also described something breathing slow, massive, and far too close. Private Daniel Harper felt it before he ever saw anything. He had been at Fort Lewis long enough to know when something was off. Over the course of several weeks, a persistent unease settled over him, the kind that didn’t fade with daylight. It felt like being watched not casually, but with intent.

One bitter night, he was assigned a routine patrol along the tree line just beyond the perimeter. It was silent. Not the usual stillness of night, but a heavy, unnatural quiet that seemed to press in on him. Halfway through his route, Harper stopped. Every instinct told him something was wrong.

Then, just beyond the edge of his flashlight, something moved.

He raised his rifle and focused on the darkness between the trees. That’s when he saw it. A massive shape stood there tall, broad, and unmistakably upright. It wasn’t like an animal rearing or shifting. It stood the way a man stands, but larger far larger and covered in thick, dark fur that swallowed the light. Harper froze.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The figure seemed to be watching him, just as intently as he was watching it. Then, without a sound, it stepped back and disappeared. No crashing through brush. No retreating noise. Just… gone. Harper didn’t sleep that night.By morning, he wasn’t alone.

Private Mark Devans reported hearing footsteps pacing him along a gravel path too heavy, too measured to belong to any normal animal. Sergeant Alan Carter found enormous footprints near the motor pool, impressions pressed deep into the ground, far larger than anything native to the area.

That night, the barracks were quiet in a different way. Conversations dropped to whispers. Stories passed from bunk to bunk, each one adding to the growing sense that something was wrong beyond the fence line.

Then Private James Holloway made his report. Just before dawn, he woke to a feeling he couldn’t explain. Drawn to the window, he looked out toward the tree line and saw them.

Two eyes. Glowing faintly red in the darkness, fixed directly on him. He said they blinked. And then they were gone.

Holloway stayed awake the rest of the night, listening to every creak, every shift in the cold air, waiting for something anything to return. When he told Harper and Devans, they didn’t laugh. They didn’t question him. They believed him.

A few days later, fresh footprints appeared overnight. They led straight toward the barracks clear, deliberate impressions in the earth and then stopped abruptly, as if whatever made them had simply ceased to exist.

After that, things changed.

Men checked over their shoulders. Doors were locked. Patrols moved faster, spoke less. The forest, once familiar, had become something else entirely.

One evening, Holloway stood outside, staring toward the dark wall of trees. He felt it again that same weight in the air, that same prickling awareness crawling up the back of his neck. Whatever had been out there… was still there. And it was getting closer. What the soldiers at Fort Lewis encountered that winter was never explained.

Source:squatchable.com

A listener writes “I’m from Anoka, Minnesota, and I’ve had a few experiences outdoors over the years that have stuck with me.

Back around 2008, I was up in the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota. One morning I was sitting on a stump, drinking coffee and looking out over a small bay. About 120 yards away, I noticed what I thought was a stump but it stood out immediately. It was dark, about 8 or 9 feet tall, and a different shade than the surrounding trees. Something about it felt off. At the time, I didn’t think anything beyond “that’s weird,” and I definitely wasn’t thinking about sasquatch or anything like that. But years later, after hearing someone describe something similar, that memory came rushing back so clearly it gave me chills. It’s always stuck with me as an odd coincidence.

About six or seven years after that, I went back to the Boundary Waters and ended up at the same campsite. The trip itself was uneventful, but about a year later one of the guys I was with brought something up. He said that one night, after everyone else had gone to bed, he was still up by the fire when he heard two sets of three loud knocks coming from just outside the firelight. He described it as sounding like a Major League player cracking a bat against a tree. He’s a solid, straightforward guy not someone I could see making something like that up so it definitely got my attention.

Then more recently, in early June of 2025, I had an experience that really shook me. My wife and I keep a camper west of Grand Rapids, Minnesota, at a small resort on Bass Lake. I was there alone that night, sitting by the fire around 2 a.m., waiting for the coals to burn down. It was calm and quiet, aside from a few loons out on the water.

Out of nowhere, something ran in front of me about 15 yards away. The whole thing lasted maybe two or three seconds, but it scared me more than anything I can remember. I shoved myself back into my chair so hard I’m surprised I didn’t tip over.

What stood out most were the legs it moved incredibly smoothly, almost effortlessly. From what I could tell, it was very tall, maybe around 9 feet, and it had lighter patches on its fur. As it passed, it seemed to glance sideways at me without breaking stride.

I noticed a lot in those couple of seconds honestly more than I can easily put into words here. Since then, I’ve even thought about how its build looked different from a human’s, especially the proportions of the legs. It made me wonder if that kind of structure would be better suited for moving through uneven terrain or changes in elevation.

I don’t know exactly what I saw, but it’s something I haven’t been able to explain and definitely won’t forget.

Thanks for your time.”

A listener writes “In 2016, my husband and I were driving through Micanopy, Florida. My dad was dating a woman who lived far out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense woods. As we turned off the road and pulled into the small clearing where her house sat, something suddenly ran across the front of our car.

To give some context, my husband had recently started hunting and was a former Marine. I was 21 at the time, an engineering student at the University of Florida, and I grew up in Boca Raton about as “manicured” a part of Florida as you can get. So my first reaction wasn’t fear it was excitement. I thought, Oh my God, wildlife.

It was a dark fall night, and the creature I saw had dark hair, not fur in the way I expected. My brain immediately started trying to categorize it, running through every animal I knew. But almost instantly, without me even consciously thinking it through, everything I knew got ruled out.

What I was looking at didn’t fit anything familiar.

It had very long, very thin legs, and as it ran across the road it didn’t move with the bounce or stride of a normal animal. There was no up and down motion at all, it almost seemed to glide forward, the way something unnatural might move in a horror movie.

By the time I fully processed that, it had already started to turn its head toward us while still moving across the road.

When I saw its face, I felt an immediate, intense wave of fear that I can’t easily describe. If I had to categorize it, I’d say it looked vaguely canine but wrong. Deeply wrong. Something about it felt predatory in a way that didn’t match anything I knew. I was shaken enough that I remember thinking, this doesn’t belong in any normal explanation.

Our dog in the backseat started freaking out.

I turned to my husband and said, “Chad, what the hell was that?” Without looking away from the road, he just said, “That was a coyote.”

But I could tell something about his reaction didn’t match that answer. And I think, in that moment, we both understood, without saying it that acknowledging it further would make it real in a way neither of us wanted to deal with.

We didn’t talk about it for years.

Later, when we were long distance because of work, we were at a friend’s wedding and had been drinking. At one point, I brought it up casually in the shower and said, “You know that wasn’t a coyote that night.”

He went quiet for a second and then admitted, “I know. I was so scared I didn’t want to think about it again.”

Years passed before we ever really tried to understand what we saw. We both knew about Bigfoot, but neither of us had heard of anything like a “dogman” at the time. It wasn’t until later, hearing other people describe similar encounters, that we both had the same reaction: that’s what we saw.”

Revelstoke is a small city in southeastern British Columbia, Canada. It sits in a mountainous region along the Columbia River, between the Selkirk and Monashee mountain ranges. Revelstoke is known for its rugged wilderness surroundings, heavy snowfall in winter, and access to outdoor recreation like skiing, hiking, and backcountry exploration.

It’s also close to large stretches of forest and remote terrain.

A listener writes “I’m staying at a resort in Revelstoke, BC, Canada, and we have a cabin a bit farther out on a lake that I drove out to check on before we get it ready for summer. We live out of town, so I went out there on my own.

Tonight, I was standing outside my room on the balcony talking on the phone. We’re pretty remote, right on the Columbia River. While I was out there, I heard a whooping sound coming from across the water. It came in every couple of seconds maybe six calls in total. Then, from the opposite direction off to my right, I heard a single whoop respond. This went on for about fifteen minutes.

I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I told my boyfriend to stop talking so I could listen properly. My hands were shaking and I just stood there trying to process it. There have been a couple of times before where I’ve felt like something might have been nearby, but this was different.

When I got inside later, I Googled “whooping sounds” and found the Sierra Sounds recordings. What I heard tonight was honestly identical to those.

I’m not jumping to conclusions, but I’m curious have you heard other accounts of similar sounds in this area before?”

Queensland covers a large portion of northeastern Australia, stretching from its southern subtropical cities through to tropical rainforests and remote northern regions. It also has a long-standing association with reported sightings in Yowie, particularly in forested and mountainous areas.

These accounts are most commonly said to come from places with dense bushland and relatively sparse populations.

Dean Harrison posted on his Australian Yowie Research Page an account of a Yowie being shot. He writes “A well known case of a Yowie being shot by two youths was in 1979. Warren Christenson and Tony Solano were pig hunting with a .22 riffle when they stopped for lunch near Sandy Creek, about 4km from Kilcoy. They heard the thumping of the massive feet from hundreds of metres away, when the Yowie came into view at 20 metres, they took a shot at the creature claiming to have hit it.

They tried for a second shot, however the Yowie ran off too fast They described the Yowie as a dirty dark brown colour and almost 3m tall (10 feet tall).

It had a sulphuric smell and took huge strides. They said it had doubled back behind them, so they retreated down the creek to keep an open line of fire in case the creature attacked. But that was the last they saw of it.

Later they found broken branches of trees and 3 toed footprints which they cast while attempting to track the Yowie. News of the event hit the media in a frenzy and was widely reported across the Country.”

Harrison Mills, is an agricultural farming and tourism based community in the District of Kent west of Agassiz, British Columbia. The community is a part of the Fraser Valley Regional District. The incident was reported on March 2, 1934, according to Mysteries of Canada.

Frank is a local resident and mill worker was awakened at night by his dog barking aggressively. Frank reported “Not the casual kind of bark, this was sharp and frantic. His dog was losing it. Frank rolled out of bed, annoyed at first. Probably a raccoon nosing around the fence again. He pulled on his boots, grabbed a flashlight, and stepped outside into the dark yard.

Frank turned on his flash light, his dog was fixated on something near the far edge of the property. Frank followed its line of sight and swept the light across the fence. At first, he thought it was a stump. Then it moved. Low to the ground, crouched near the fence line, was something massive. Frank’s light caught dark, matted hair. Shoulders too wide. Arms too long.

Frank froze, confused as to what he was looking at. The creature slowly turned it’s head towards him. For a second, neither moved.

Frank said, the creature rose up, not like an animal but like a person standing up but it was more smooth and controlled. It kept rising until it towered over the fence. Frank’s mind scrambled for something familiar like a bear, moose, anything but nothing fit. The proportions were wrong. The posture was wrong. Frank said his dog backed up and was whining now. The creature took a step forward. Frank describes a large, dark, human like figure. When it stood up, it stood on two legs. He said it was significantly taller and broader than a human. It as covered in hair, with long arms and a powerful build.

With his hands shaking he lifted the flashlight higher, Frank said that’s when it made a sound. A low, guttural snarl deep enough that he felt it in his chest more than heard it. The two stood there, separated by a stretch of yard and a thin fence that suddenly felt useless. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the figure shifted back.

One step.

Then another.

It turned, almost reluctantly, and slipped into the darkness beyond the fence line. No crashing through brush. No heavy footsteps.

Just gone.

The yard fell silent again. Frank stood there for a long moment, the flashlight still pointed at empty space. The dog didn’t bark anymore. Frank, who had lived his whole life around forests, animals, and the sounds of the wild knew one thing for certain whatever he had seen out there didn’t belong to anything he understood.

A small recreation of the events

From The Shadows writes “Bigfoot or Dogman, which one was it? Sasha joins us to share an event from his teenage years growing up in North Central Ohio. He and his cousin were out on patrol one night hoping to catch a mailbox vandal. They were chased out of the woods by something big. More recently, Sasha was waiting for a ride near his apartment in South East Columbus, when he notice something big with red eyes watching him from the woodbine nearby.”

12-year-old Bentley St. John is recovering at home with a broken leg after a hit-and-run in a marked northeast Calgary crosswalk (Tarrington Way/Terodil Drive) on March 10, 2026. Bentley was struck by a car while walking to his bus stop, and witnesses saw other vehicles drive by before he received help.

Tonight we’ll be talking with Andy. He grew up in Washington, and in 1986, when he was just 10 years old, his father took the family to a lake. At one point, Andy ran ahead of the others and that’s when he came face-to-face with a strange creature. As it moved away, the rest of his family caught a glimpse of it as well.

Years later, Andy relocated to Chehalis, Washington, where he lived for about 15 years. I spoke with him recently, and as he listed off street names and described the area where he had his encounter, something started to feel very familiar. Then it clicked, he had been living very close to the Browns’ property.

Laura Krantz is a journalist, editor and producer, in both radio and print, and co-founder of Foxtopus Ink. Her podcast, Wild Thing has received critical acclaim from Scientific American, Rolling Stone, and The Atlantic, which named it one of the best 50 podcasts in 2018 and 2020.

Wild Thing is also the inspiration for a series of non-fiction, middle-grade books from ABRAMS Kids, including The Search for Sasquatch, Is There Anybody Out There?, and Do You Believe In Magic?

In addition to Wild Thing, her recent work includes reporting, editing and production work on Master Plan (The Lever), The Syndicate (Imperative Entertainment/Foxtopus), Side Door (Smithsonian), Air/Space (Smithsonian), and others. Laura’s prior experience includes a decade of editing and producing at NPR in Washington, DC, and at KPCC in Los Angeles.

Spoke to the witness and he has agreed to come on the show. He writes “I came across your show a few months ago and have been hooked ever since. It was honestly a relief to hear others sharing experiences that felt similar to my own.

Back in 2004, I had an encounter in the southern foothills of Montana’s Bitterroot Valley while staying with some friends in the area. One day, while I was alone in the woods, I was approached by something I still struggle to explain. There were a range of strange and unsettling sounds, unusual sights, and at one point, a direct face-to-face encounter.

The entire experience lasted around 90 minutes and ended with one of these things rushing up behind me and screaming. It felt like a life-or-death situation. A few days later, there was another incident in the same area, this time with a friend of mine present.

I’d really be interested in talking with you sometime and sharing more details about what happened.”

Bradshaw Ranch near Sedona began as a fairly typical piece of Arizona ranchland before later becoming wrapped in paranormal legend. Tucked away in a remote canyon off Schnebly Hill Road, it was established in the early to mid-20th century as a cattle ranch and homestead. The property is most closely linked to the Bradshaw family, who operated it as a traditional working ranch.

Its reputation shifted in the 1990s, largely due to accounts gathered by Tom Dongo. He reported a range of unusual phenomena tied to the area, including strange lights and UFO sightings, supposed portals or “interdimensional doorways,” as well as time distortions and odd animal behavior.

HOODOO TALL – Documentary about the Bradshaw Ranch, writes “Take a journey into the unknown with filmmaker Damien J Bartlett. He visits the fabled Bradshaw Ranch in Sedona to investigate strange tracks a creature has been leaving and meets with Hoodoo Tall, the Monster Tracker and Investigator of anything anomalous.

This is the Full Series (Episodes 1, 2, 3, & 4) in one long-play movie for avid fans of high strangeness.”

Rest in peace Nick Pope! UAMN TV writes “Nick Pope delivers his definitive lecture on the Pentagon’s ATIP program and how the United States government hid the largest UFO investigation in modern history in plain sight.

Pope explains why ATIP was run by the DIA rather than the Air Force or CIA, how Harry Reid and Ted Stevens quietly set it up, and why the word “threat” is loaded into the name. He breaks down the threat equation capability times intent walks through the 2017 New York Times disclosure event, and closes on Bigelow’s 60 Minutes confession.”

Shiver writes “Dive into the chilling world of legendary monsters as we explore the Jersey Devil, South Carolina’s Lizard Man, and Wisconsin’s Bray Road Beast. Are these creatures myth, mutation, or something else?

In this episode, we unravel true stories of people who claim terrifying encounters with mysterious monsters that blur the line between man and beast. Discover the haunting account of a New Jersey family stalked by a winged demon, the wave of fear in Bishopville sparked by a giant lizard-like creature, and a harrowing run-in with a werewolf-like beast in rural Wisconsin. Experts weigh in on whether these creatures are products of folklore, evolution, environmental mutations, or psychological phenomena.

We’ll dive into the science behind legendary monsters, from the origins of urban legends and memes to the theories of mutated animals and even advanced reptilian civilizations. Explore how fear, history, and the unknown combine to keep these legends alive, and decide for yourself: Are monsters real, or is the truth even stranger?”