Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Tonight the William Roe story! The show will be in the podcast section shortly!

“Ever since I was a small boy back in the forest of Michigan, I have studied the lives and habits of wild animals. Later, when I supported my family in Northern Alberta by hunting and trapping, I spent many hours just observing the wild things. They fascinated me. But the most incredible experience I ever had with a wild creature occurred near a little town called Tete Jaune Cache, British Columbia, about eighty miles west of Jasper, Alberta.

I had been working on the highway near Tete Jaune Cache for about two years. In October, 1955, I decided to climb five miles up Mica Mountain to an old deserted mine, just for something to do. I came in sight of the mine about three o’clock in the afternoon after an easy climb. I had just come out of a patch of low brush into a clearing when I saw what I thought was a grizzly bear, in the bush on the other side. I had shot a grizzly near that spot the year before. This one was only about 75 yards away, but I didn’t want to shoot it, for I had no way of getting it out. So I sat down on a small rock and watched, my rifle in my hands.

I could see part of the animal’s head and the top of one shoulder. A moment later it raised up and stepped out into the opening. Then I saw it was not a bear.

This, to the best of my recollection, is what the creature looked like and how it acted as it came across the clearing directly toward me. My first impression was of a huge man, about six feet tall, almost three feet wide, and probably weighing somewhere near three hundred pounds. It was covered from head to foot with dark brown silver-tipped hair. But as it came closer I saw by its breasts that it was female.

And yet, its torso was not curved like a female’s. Its broad frame was straight from shoulder to hip. Its arms were much thicker than a man’s arms, and longer, reaching almost to its knees. Its feet were broader proportionately than a man’s, about five inches wide at the front and tapering to much thinner heels. When it walked it placed the heel of its foot down first, and I could see the grey-brown skin or hide on the soles of its feet.

It came to the edge of the bush I was hiding in, within twenty feet of me, and squatted down on its haunches. Reaching out its hands it pulled the branches of bushes toward it and stripped the leaves with its teeth. Its lips curled flexibly around the leaves as it ate. I was close enough to see that its teeth were white and even.

The shape of this creature’s head somewhat resembled a Negro’s. The head was higher at the back than at the front. The nose was broad and flat. The lips and chin protruded farther than its nose. But the hair that covered it, leaving bare only the parts of its face around the mouth, nose and ears, made it resemble an animal as much as a human. None of this hair, even on the back of its head, was longer than an inch, and that on its face was much shorter. Its ears were shaped like a human’s ears. But its eyes were small and black like a bear’s. And its neck also was unhuman. Thicker and shorter than any man’s I had ever seen.

As I watched this creature, I wondered if some movie company was making a film at this place and that what I saw was an actor, made up to look partly human and partly animal. But as I observed it more, I decided it would be impossible to fake such a specimen. Anyway, I learned later there was no such company near that area. Nor, in fact, did anyone live up Mica Mountain, according to the people who lived in Tete Jaune Cache.

Finally the wild thing must have got my scent, for it looked directly at me through an opening in the brush. A look of amazement crossed its face. It looked so comical at the moment I had to grin. Still in a crouched position, it backed up three or four short steps, then straightened up to its full height and started to walk rapidly back the way it had come. For a moment it watched me over its shoulder as it went, not exactly afraid, but as though it wanted no contact with anything strange.

The thought came to me that if I shot it, I would possibly have a specimen of great interest to scientists the world over. I had heard stories of the Sasquatch, the giant hairy Indians that live in the legends of British Columbia Indians, and also many claim, are still in fact alive today. Maybe this was a Sasquatch, I told myself.

I leveled my rifle. The creature was still walking rapidly away, again turning its head to look in my direction. I lowered the rifle. Although I have called the creature “it”, I felt now that it was a human being and I knew I would never forgive myself if I killed it.

Just as it came to the other patch of brush it threw its head back and made a peculiar noise that seemed to be half laugh and half language, and which I can only describe as a kind of a whinny. Then it walked from the small brush into a stand of lodgepole pine.

I stepped out into the opening and looked across a small ridge just beyond the pine to see if I could see it again. It came out on the ridge a couple of hundred yards away from me, tipped its head back again, and again emitted the only sound I had heard it make, but what this half- laugh, half-language was meant to convey, I do not know. It disappeared then, and I never saw it again.

I wanted to find out if it lived on vegetation entirely or ate meat as well, so I went down and looked for signs. I found it in five different places, and although I examined it thoroughly, could find no hair or shells of bugs or insects. So I believe it was strictly a vegetarian.

I found one place where it had slept for a couple of nights under a tree. Now, the nights were cool up the mountain, at this time of year especially, and yet it had not used a fire. I found no sign that it possessed even the simplest of tools. Nor a single companion while in this place.

Whether this was a Sasquatch I do not know. It will always remain a mystery to me, unless another one is found.

I hereby declare the above statement to be in every part true, to the best of my powers of observation and recollection.

(Signed) William Roe”

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I will also be welcoming Adam to the show. Adam writes “I was living in Gatlinburg TN, I lived right across the street from the “Smokey Mountains National Park” and I lived right at the base of a 30 foot drop off that climbs the side of a Mountain that has various sized ledges some as small as a few feet some near the top of the mountain are big enough that have two lane roads and some 1 lane etc… but anyway…I lived in a 3 story house top floor was a loft, that was my room, The loft was fairly small but had a door with a wooden frame that had a screen over it with little glass panes that shifted open or closed, so I could get air in the summer etc… the door led out to huge flat roof that is level with the 30′ ledge on the cliff out back.

The cliff was only about 15′ from the roofs edge, and the flat ledge adjacent to me on the cliff was only 3′-5′ wide. Heres where it gets strange…. on summer nights I would often feel as if I’m being watched, through the screen door. The open windows, I would hear strange noises and rustlin, but we had deer and bear and foxes etc… so I always chalked it up to that. but occasionally (once every 2 or 3 weeks give or take) at like 2-3am I would hear this incredibly loud hiss/growl. I can mimic it perfectly, if your ever interested…I could never find the animal that made the noise I looked everywhere.

A guy told me it was a silver fox, but I looked it up and its not the same… not even close to it. I’m not saying it was a Bigfoot, or Dogman… but it was incredibly loud and the scream would repeat over and over for up to an hour. I did hike up there, and found a deer skull. very weird spot for a relic of nature rarely found…. I digress, this noise was directed at me it seemed, and happened year after year til I moved, always between 1-4am.

Here is where it gets crazy… I went to North Georgia (Appalachian Mountains about 4 hours south of Gatlinburg with my grandfather) on a fishing trip for 2 nights 3 days. It was way up in the stix in the Mtns of Georgia… we were sleeping out near a horse pen near the forest in a mid sized camper that could be towed but was stationary with blocks of cement, I was on the top bunk my grandpa was on the bottom bunk.

On the left side (Back of) the camper, there was a small kitchen slash dining room in the middle and the left side was a small bathroom and storage. It was not a huge camper but one man could not move it… at all!!! Anyway… that night about 30 minutes to an hour after we went to bed (11pm or 12am)something slammed the camper really hard and shook it violently but only momentarily…, couple seconds later it shook it again!!! My Grandpa (was a good man but old school military, you know…very surly) said “stop shaking the damn trailer!!!”, it woke him up….then I said “it wasnt me!”…. as I was saying it, it slammed harder!!! I was scared as hell my Grandpa got up and said “well whatever it is is about to get shot” he pulled a revolver from under his pillow…He said “go check outside”… I was so scared that I just opened the door looked outside and stuck my head down under the trailer and looked for feet or legs, saw nothing… the slamming stopped.. we could smell that smell you always talked about in sightings but I saw nothing…granted my view was short and skewed. We were MILES from anyone. we were both scared but grandpa would never have admitted.

Anyway a few minutes later That Hiss/scream/Growl? I heard back home, started there… right by our camper… I thought how is there one of those creatures beside me here too? what the hell is it? I figured it was either the same creature as what shook my trailer…or another animal that was alerting because of it. scary stuff. well this is so long but ill make it short.. we went back home and over the years I would keep hearing it till I moved out at the age of 19. but I stayed around that area. over the years I saw many strange things, if your interested ill tell you the stories, just contact me.”