Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Dec 13

SC EP:174 Hairy arm reached in the van’s passenger window

 

Tonight I speak to two guests. My first guest is Josh who was riding on some ATV’s with his family when they came across a strange creature that was watching them. Josh and his brother were on the trail riding their ATV’s when Josh’s brother stopped ahead of him. Josh said “As I came around the corner my younger brother was stopped and was pointing so I stopped and looked and that is when we saw it…..”

I also speak to Eric who had probably who had some very interesting encounters, Eric writes:

My first experience occurred in either summer 1993 or 1994.  I simply cannot recall the specific date any longer.  My friends from high school and I went to Cave River Valley near Campbellsburg, IN, which at the time was privately owned (it is now a state-owned natural area).  We stopped by the owner’s house, paid for a few nights of camping and received the key to get past the iron ranger blocking property access.  The property was magnificent.  The upper section of the property was about 60 feet above the valley floor and had two camping areas.  The valley was wide and covered in sparse grass and hard packed dirt along with an old log cabin.  A creek ran through the valley.  There were also several caves – River Cave, Endless Cave, Dorsey’s Cave.  We spent the first day setting up camp near the park entrance and exploring the caves.  Nothing odd or strange was noticed.

We started cooking dinner over the campfire at nightfall and enjoying a couple of beers apiece.  After dinner, we were all sitting in chairs around the campfire and heard the clear sounds of footsteps coming up the hillside to our east.  This hill was a *very* steep grade.  The footfalls were consistent and sounded like someone walking normally.  All of us turned around and watched, expecting someone to crest the hill.  The footfalls stopped at the top of the hill.  We waited a few seconds and began calling out to this “person” in a friendly manner.  We waited a few more seconds and began to get nervous.  No one had any weapons – if this is a hermit who wants us out of here, we have no way to defend ourselves.  Then we heard this “person” take off running in the brush and deeper into the woods.  We could follow the path taken aurally, leading to the north and away from us.  Whoever was running out there did not slow down, make any effort to be quiet and was moving very quickly.  The runner got to a point about 500 feet away from us and the sounds stopped.  Once we all got our wits about us and discussed what had just happened, two of us (myself and my friend who was 6’ and 300 lbs.) decided to investigate.  We began walking towards where we last heard the runner and stopped at the edge of the firelight.  My friend went to the west and started moving north on the dirt road and I headed directly towards the last location of the running sounds in the woods.  I may have taken 5 steps when an ear-splitting scream erupted from the darkness.

While I am no Les Stroud, I am not unfamiliar with the woods, animal sounds and the general cacophony of nighttime in the forest.  I’ve heard all manner of animals scream – foxes, rabbits, owls, coyotes.  All of them make sounds far louder and stranger than you’d expect.  However, even when close by, I’d categorize their sounds as startling but never (to me) ear-splittingly loud.  This scream hurt my ears and made me back up.  I could physically feel it.  The scream sounded like a bizarre owl screech, but deeper, louder and powerful.  The sound was very deep, almost rumbling, for about one second and then increased in volume and pitch for the next 5 seconds, ending as a paralyzing shriek.  My friend ran back to camp instantly.  I stood still and listened.  I could hear whoever this was retreating into the forest to the point I could no longer hear them.  I went back to camp, joked it was probably a bobcat or owl, and let it go.

We spent the night sleeping in a van rather than tents.  Everyone was freaked out but no one wanted to say it.  It was pure comedy.  By that time, we’d been drinking beer for a few hours and were drunk – no two ways about it.  We all passed out.  About 3AM one of the guys woke up and screamed he’d seen a hairy arm reach in the van’s passenger window (all windows were open to cool off the interior and allow the horrible odors we were emitting to escape).  He said it picked up all of our leftover food stacked on the seat and retreated.  Everyone piled out to find the food missing and plates strewn about, with a path heading into the woods.  I said he probably saw a raccoon.  He didn’t say anything else and we went to sleep.  The next morning, we did go over to the hill to look for tracks and found nothing.  We went down the hill and tried to walk and run up it.  None of us could do so without using handholds and stumbling every few steps.  All of us were in good shape, young and played sports actively.  We were perplexed but shrugged it off like the teenagers we were and went about our day.  Everyone went home the following day.

The next summer, three of us went back and camped in the valley.  We spent the day exploring the log cabin (we did find two bedding areas inside, but no idea what made them), caves and trails.  We went rock climbing.  We had a great time.  When we came back to where our cars were parked, one of the cars had been spun around and moved a good 20 feet away from where it had been parked.  There were large scuff marks all over the ground, but no foot prints and no detail.  We chalked it up to locals being jerks, though we’d neither seen nor heard anyone in the area.  We then set up a 3 man tent, cooked dinner and sat in the cool creek water to relax.  About 1AM or so, we all went to bed in the tent.  Very shortly afterwards, both of my friends were snoring when I heard distinct footfalls above us at the top of the valley.  I then heard the sound of something sliding down the valley wall.  Each slide (4 in total that I recall) came with a several minute pause in between.  It took a good 30 minutes or more for this sliding creature to reach the valley floor.  Once at the valley floor, all was silent until I heard two distinct splashes in the creek (it would have taken me 4-5 steps to cross the creek).  Whoever or whatever this was, it was now in our camp.  I could hear occasional rustling sounds, followed by silence, then more rustling.  Eventually a cooler was knocked over and dead silence filled the camp.  It was then I realized I’d heard nothing but this creature making noise and the babbling of the creek for about an hour.  I heard the footfalls leave the fire ring and circle our tent.  The footfalls stopped directly behind my head.  My heart was in my throat and I had my eyes closed.  I distinctly remember thinking “F___ it” and opening my eyes and looking up through the rain fly.  There was a massive head looking down at me.  I could see no detail, eyeshine, hair or anything else.  It was just a massive head.  The moment I opened my eyes, the head moved backwards and out of view.  I never heard it leave camp but did hear it climbing back up the valley wall.  Once it left, the normal night sounds came back and the fear subsided.  I stayed awake until one of my friends moved.  I woke him up and told him what happened.  It was my turn to be told I was dreaming or mistaken.  I did check for footprints and sign the next day and could see the slide marks down the valley wall but nothing else.  I don’t recall that we found anything missing.  I tried to look in the rain fly like the head the night before.  I would need to be about a half foot taller to do so comfortably.  I am 5’9” and this person would have need to be at least 6’5” to look directly down at me.  I could almost look straight down but had to lean on the tent to do so.  Whoever the head belonged to, they were not leaning forward onto the tent.  We stayed a couple more days without incident and then went home.

 


 

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36 Responses to “SC EP:174 Hairy arm reached in the van’s passenger window”

  5. Robert P

    Thanks, Wes. I now know what to ask for at Christmas. A weekend with Mo in The Big Thicket. With an airline ticket from the UK it should only cost the missus a couple of thousand pounds. That won’t take up too much room in my stocking.

  6. David D

    Pretty cool encounters. I always appreciate hearing how fathers gave their children sound instruction. Always teach/instruct your kids and loved ones; it’ll pay off in the end. Good job. I sure wish I could do one of those East Texas, explorations! Man, to be young again (for just a little while)! Last year, I looked into taking a couple of my sons, to Northern Minnesota; where my family used to go when I was a lad. Cool-creepy (good), and scary creepy, (still good)! Alas, after looking into it, just not sure if it would be the smartest move on my part. No electricity, and a bit to much walking. But, if any of you folks ever get to Northern Minn; Try to get up to a place called Five Island Lake. Camp out, fish, canoe, etc. Try to do this in the early autumn, when the nights are much cooler, and the bugs don’t have the energy to pick you up and drop you in the lake. Keep your fire going; and someone on watch; you’ll need it.

    • Jay Carlsen

      HAAA – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ! To Be Young Again ? You couldn’t Drag Me Back with a Team of Horses ! I made it This Far Damn It ! No way would I go Backward to Do It Again.
      I have been Through Minnesota – It would Not Surprise Me in the Least If the BIG Man lives there. Plenty of Woods & Water for Sure !

  10. George H

    That part of southern Indiana where Eric had his encounters in the cave river area, west of Salem, is extremely remote. It’s part of the Floyd Knobs or just north of the Floyd Knobs and it hilly and very wild!! The entire area surrounding that specific area is a very large area of wilderness, national forests, and some state parks.

  14. brad b

    I’m in Indiana too about 40 miles from where Eric had his encounter. That spot he was in would be a great place for them and really the whole southern end of the state.

  19. Janetta V

    Hey Eric, I believe every word you said, and I hope you try to stay safer from now on. You’ve been pushin’ it. I love laughter and every now and then you would laugh at your own situation, and made listening to your encounters so enjoyable for me. Just loved it. Also…thank you all and Wes.

  20. Pat T

    Thanks Eric for coming on and sharing with us. Funny how a bunch of burley guys can wind up in a van when knowing something of that nature is out lurking around. Reminds me of the Tennessee search and rescue team story where the same bunch of guys were left frozen scared in their bunks when that thing was outside. Wes, thanks again for the effort your putting into this show. Look forward to what 2016 will bring! Mo , major props for putting on these squatch tours. Hope some day to be able to join you guys

    • Jay Carlsen

      That is Awesome ! Haven’t Giant Remains been found in Indiana ? from the Mounds ? Only Curious . I do not Think the Sasquatch built these …… For If The Did – Why did they Stop Doing it ? It is Crazy .

  22. Steven B

    I don’t know about anyone else, but the part where Eric was describing the rock clacking and then the severe weather front coming in at the same time, it brought to mind “Shades of Paulides”. In Missing 411 cases, the disappearances are often followed immediately by severe weather which prevents or greatly hampers searching and/or removes any evidence to track. Kind of chilling…

  23. JEREMY E

    I have been listening to your show for like 3 months now and recently joined your site, Im very interested in coming out to Texas with this group.
    Thank you for the oppurtunity. Im in 100%

    Keep up the great work.

  25. cyndie r

    Oh my! Absolutely frightening encounters. Who has trolls looking in the windows doesn’t have a problem with it?
    A grey haired, dark skinned old man with huge eyes and a huge mouth peeping in my windows would give me either a heart attack or cause to move the very next day.

  26. Roy D

    Did anybody hear that!?! The jurrassic park theme song. By Wes playing that he is referring to the older episode “jurrassic park” from his Texas trip. I got the YJ for squatching! LOL

  27. Roy D

    I think I know what exact area josh is talking about with the sand trail he’s saying central fla. I’m thinking he is in the Ocala national Forrest near the big scrub camp ground there is a marked atv/Dirtbike/jeep trails there. There is one part that widens out and is like sugar sand. I wonder if josh can see this.

  28. Robert W

    I just finished listening again to this encounter. Noticed that the guest stated that part of Indiana where they saw the Sasquatch has been turned into a natural area. Reminds me of the Miller conversations about parts of the U.S. Being turned into natural areas for the Sasquatch. Coincidence?

  30. Benjamin K

    I’m sorry but when you come across these absolute Monster’s its just not as funny and laughable as this gentleman makes it seem. I’m not saying this man is being dishonest , especially since I know that everyone deals with things differently in their own way. I’m just saying that witnessing these “things” is NOT fun! It doesn’t make you laugh and it’s not a good time at all. As Wes would say, “Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it “.

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