Jun 21

SC EP:552 Boy Scouts VS Sasquatch

A listener writes “My cousin and I were in a church sponsored scout troop in St. Louis, Missouri. We decided that we wanted to go to scout summer camp and since there weren’t enough in our troop that wanted to go we hooked up with another troop in Hillsburo that was also with our church.

We paid our fees and were taken south of St. Louis to Hillsburo and then that Monday morning we arrived at S-F Scout Ranch ( pronounced S bar F). Our troop was assigned a camp site and we went out and made ourselves at home. We followed a path for a couple of hundred yards out from the camp building and here and there there were paths that branched off to the various camp sites.

Ours was one of the outlying camps and was at the end of the lake that was there. The lake was huge. It wasn’t too wide you could canoe across it in a few minutes but seemed miles long. From out camp we could just see the lake through the trees. Paul and I were just a couple of inner city boys on our first scout camp. Tents were already set up in a circle around a table and fire pit. Our scout leader brought what he called a fly, a tarp supported with poles that we put up over the table to have a dry place to eat when it rains. There was a short pole on the table the went up to the center of the tart where there was a small hole for the pole to go in and it brought the tarp up to a point over the table. The camp supplied a plywood box with a padlock for us to put our food in that we picked up every day at the px. We never locked the padlock since there weren’t any bears around but there were raccoons, skunks and other varmints.

The first night I found out how heavy a sleeper Paul was. Normal midnight hijinkage with the new boys the others tried to tip my cot over from the out side of the tent. I heard them coming stealthy like and kept them from pushing mine over but Paul was already asleep and they dumped him over on the floor and ran laughing. Paul picked himself up and as he got back in the cot he asked what happened. This was all by flashlight since there was no electricity at the camp. The next day Paul didn’t remember being knocked over and talking to me. Heavy sleeper.

The third night is when the encounter happened. I, unlike Paul, am a light sleeper, now more than I was before that night. I was awakened by something late at night. Didn’t know what it was and couldn’t hear anything at first then I thought I heard something moving around the table. So I got out of the cot and put my left hand on the pole by the door of the tent and with my right I slowly pushed open the tent flap. At first I thought I saw someone at the table but in the moonlight and it being under the tarp I could quite tell what it was. At first I thought it was a bear, but I remember the camp people telling us there were no bear in the area.

Suddenly there was a crack and a soft grunt and I could see, my eyes were adjusting to the moonlight, that it was a bigfoot and that it had pried open the food box from the side and bent it up off the hinge. Suddenly I was soo scared I couldn’t move. I watched a sasquatch from about fifteen feet from the side over it’s left shoulder as it was moving something white from the box to it’s mouth. Bread… it was eating our bread. After watching for a while I realized I wasn’t breathing and not wanting it to know I was there I slowly exhaled and took in a breath. Still frozen in place I watched it eat an entire loaf of bread and then start rummaging in the box for more. It found our donuts and ate those.

And then suddenly there was a scream of BEAR from across the camp. The sasquatch was leaning over the table and as it had been eating it would straighten up some and it’s head would disappear into the pointed center of the fly and I couldn’t see it’s head but when it was lower it would turn from side to side as it chewed. It was darker under the fly since it was out of the moonlight but I could see the profile. I could not see eyeshine and the eyes did not glow red. When the scream of BEAR rang out the sasquatch stood up straight and when it did it ripped the pegs out of the ground and the fly began to collapse around it’s head. It let out a yell and swung it’s arms around and the fly fell across the table. It turn away from the yell and it noticed me there. It paused for only and instance and then walked quickly towards me.

I thought it was coming after me but it was really going between my tent and the next one over. It’s foot got caught on the loose rope and peg from the collapsed fly and pulled it for a second and it seemed to turn that was and pulled it’s leg out of the rope and then disappeared between the tents. I don’t know what came over me but as it went by I stepped out of the tent and watched it disappear into the trees. Lights began appearing from all over the place as everybody but Paul had been awakened in our camp and the adjoining camps. The boy who yelled Bear said he just saw the dark shape since it was all he could see under the tarp outlined by the moonlight on my tent and then he ducked back into his tent. I tried to convince everyone that I could see what it was and that it was a bigfoot. Sasquatch wasn’t really used then and in Missouri it’s called Mo Mo the monster.

The next morning there were no tracks since it was a heavy traveled area and I didn’t really feel inclined to go searching for proof in the woods on my own. We had a canoe trip planned for that day and a campout on the other side of the lake. We went and during the night it began to rain and since there was the threat of lighting hitting the lake we hiked in the dark around that massive lake in the rain. The whole way I was searching the woods for the bigfoot. I could hardly sleep the rest of the week and couldn’t wait for the camp to end. The sasquatch was big but not huge. I was able to walk under the fly without ducking down but our scout leader couldn’t. He had to duck and little so it must have been just below 6 feet at the edge. The sasquatch was hunched under the tarp and it’s head would disappear in the peak as it ate. When I stood up it was tall enough to collapse the tarp on itself so it must have been 7 feet tall or more. When it turned and walked past me I was looking up at it’s face and it seemed to tower over the tent. I could feel each step as it went by and it looked big and thick. Lots more detail if your interested and I am willing to communicate more on the encounter.”

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

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59 Responses to “SC EP:552 Boy Scouts VS Sasquatch”

  1. Mary D

    Just home from work and too tired to do anything (if there was actually anything to do) but listen to this episode and lay next to the A/C with a cold drink. That’s what I get for living in Southern Utah. Thanks for posting it early

  2. Tonya M

    Thanks Wes!!
    Sitting here in the Midwest while these crazy storms rock the house. How did you know I needed something to focus on instead of weather alarms? You are awesome as usual! Have a great weekend!!

  3. Joe D

    I was hoping from the title to hear a story about Boy Scouts fighting off an attack by Sasquatch. Like with hatchets and .22s and stuff.

    It would read like an Eric S. Brown story.

  4. Denise F

    Thanks so much Robert and your sketches are pretty good.

    Crazy, the stuff people let kids do in the 70’s and 80’s, I doubt the ‘ordeals’ would go on today…..heck, kids wear bicycle helmets today. You haven’t lived until you’ve flown off your bike over the hood of a car …. without protective gear ? I don’t know how we made it lol.

  5. Michael C

    THANKS WES ,THIS HIT THE SPOT.I SENT REQ. ITEM TO YOUR GMAIL,YOU PROVIDED A PORTAL FOR MYSELF AND SO MANY FRIENDS INTO THIS STRANGESTRANGE PLACE,,IT AINT EXACTLY BORING.THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS YOU BROTHER,

  6. John S

    Great story, the visual I get after the scout yells “Bear!” Is kinda funny. Sasquatch gets home and tells family “Your never going to believe what happened at the Boy Scout camp tonight.

  7. Tom A

    First time I’ve ever made a comment and I just want to say when I first became a member I was thinking ok I’ll pay the fee for a month or so and now it’s like can’t do without my Friday and Sunday episode! Thanks Wes ?…I believe these Sasquatches will be making a infamous appearance in the last days just my thoughts.

  8. devon c

    Denise F, I hear ya! in the 70’s we left the house every summer morning and weren’t expected back home until dark. In these parts, dark is about 9:30PM… so, sunrise to 9:30 at night. No kid today would be allowed the freedom we had. There were no bike helmets, our skateboards were made of real roller skates removed from their ‘boots’ and screwed or nailed to the bottom of actual boards. No cell phones, and every mom for blocks knew who every kid was. If we needed help, we just showed up on a doorstep and that mom or family knew who we were, or at least that we belonged in the ‘neighborhood at large’, and helped.
    How did all of that get lost?

  9. Steve W

    Robert. It was refreshing to listen to your story. You brought us right in to the camp !!! And as always Wes, thank you from the bottom of my heart brother …

  10. jade W

    The scouts encounters seem to be most memorable to me. I love the boy scouts episode from Ely Minnesota. (Not to far from where we live.) Also i think i remember hearing another scout camping trip where the sasquatch got the food from the tree. And something about deer bedding down with the boys that night for the sake of not being eaten i suppose. Thank you! Enjoyable as always!!

  11. patrick n

    It takes some balls for some of these individuals, to recount their experiences. I thank you all for coming on the show and double thank you to Wes, for having the courage to keep this show going. I have turned some coworkers onto this podcast. Spreading the knowledge thanks again everybody

  12. Jon K

    This was a great one. The emotion really came through. Thats what I love most about these stories. No one knows what this phenomenon is, but in the end we have stories, and they are judged (by me) by how compelling they are: unexpected level of detail, unexpected behavior, unexpected emotion. You find yourself feeling the emotion of the story and experiencing the event. And the emotion pours out and extends past the event itself. This one was like that for me. One to return to.

  13. Evelyn L

    Love the illustrations! More artists need to have close up sightings of these creatures. Very good recounting of an encounter. A Sasquatch that is hooked on white bread and sugar. Not a good thing. It’s bad enough that we humans are slowly killing ourselves with highly processed “food.” Imagine how bad sugar withdrawals would be on a cryptid! Could make for a very unhappy creature.

  14. Michael V

    I live in the state of Missouri. City of Lee’s Summit. Mo Mo the monster was spotted in the early 70s in Louisiana Missouri but it was also spotted in lone Jack Missouri which is about 10 minute drive east of Lee’s Summit . And about 205 miles on East from lone Jack is Louisiana Missouri.. That’s quite a distance. One of my best friends Grew up in lone Jack and his neighbor across the street saw MO MO and quite a few people around town. The description that the man provided in your interview very very similar to the siding east of here. Pretty cool thanks

  15. TARYN L

    Love the sketches. I was a Girl Scout and can’t imagine something like this happening. Our camping trips were pretty tame compared to this. Great episode ???

  16. SCOTT O

    Hey Wes….
    Great show brother. One of my favorites now. Robert was awesome.
    I was in scouts for like 8 years so this brought me back. Those tarps were a death trap at night.

  17. Wolf

    The big Yowies (most common Origine name ‘Dooligal’) are no more aggressive than your US Sasquatch (IMHO).
    There are at least two (some tribes say three) types down here in the Wonderful Land of Oz.
    The smaller ones (Jujindee, Junjudee, Jujundee) are more aggressive and will sometimes actually grab you and physically attack you if you come across them.
    People have been dragged out of tents, jumped on while walking, even dragged out of huts by these little buggers (usually maxing out at four or five feet).
    But the big blokes (Dooligal or Doolighal) seem to go no farther than tossing the odd rock, screaming, bluff charging, etc.
    Some tribes report the Doolighal avoid the Jujundee and are scared of them.
    My auntie-in-law called them the Old Fellas and when traditional tribal people enter areas where they live (sacred ground) they ask out loud for permission to enter in order to let them know they mean no harm and desire to come in respectfully.
    There are plenty of encounters all over the country, but mainly concentrated on the Eastern seaboard. Orstralia (I find it funny how Americans pronounce it) has the land area roughly of e US (without Alaska) but only 1/10th the population, so there are incredibly vast areas of bush where the Hairy Blokes can roam unseen.

  18. Richard P

    My close encounter with 3 bigfoots surrounding me at 150 to 300 feet distance. Just outside my headlamp range. Wasn’t really scary. The screams sounded like the bigfoots were scared. It was quite alarming because it was so unexpected and unexplained. And the screaming sounded like whatever making it was quite strong. I knew about bigfoots. But I didn’t know what they sounded like. And it didn’t occur to me at the time that they might be bigfoots.

    My experience is with aliens. Before the screaming started I heard what sounded like some type of mechanical or electrical machinery whirring. Where there shouldn’t have been any at 2 AM 10 miles into the wilderness. And that it might be from a ship field drive. And I thought that a ship might have landed in the caldera with the dry lake bed surrounded by 1,000 foot high walls that I was trying to get to to meditate. And that 500 to 1,000 pound non human exoskeleton ETs had gotten out and were coming out onto the plateau where the confrontation occurred. At the top of the 3,000 foot head wall that I had scaled the last 700 feet of to get there. From the end of an abandoned logging road spur that ended at the ravine coming down the head wall from the 800 foot high break in the caldera basin wall that lake drains out from in the spring from the snow melt. 2,300 feet up the head wall from the river that the ravine drains into.

    But the potentially aggressive tone of the screaming made me concerned that whatever it was was pretty stressed out. So rather than draw my compact 9mm semi auto pistol and compact high powered flashlight from my coat pockets to investigate further. I decided to deescalate and disengage. And head back to my 1/4 ton high ground clearance SUV parked at the end of the logging road spur. Where I uncased and deployed a semi auto long gun in the foot well and on the passenger side seat for the drive out. In case there was additional non conventional activity. There wasn’t.

    I’m not adverse to meeting with 500 to 1,000 pound exoskeleton ETs of the type that may have left the unidentified trail print that I encountered in another state during an op at 9,000 feet elevation in the Rocky Mountains. Provided that it’s relatively safe to do so.

    For that matter I’m not adverse to meeting with bigfoots, as long as they’re civil. And if I run into them on ops in the weeks and months ahead. I’ll let them approach me, or I’ll approach them if it seems sociable to do so. If I think that there’s a bio hazard. I’m trained, certified and equipped to deal with that. It’s part of my kit. I’ll address that on an as needed basis. Like if it looks like they’re diseased or behaving abnormally.

  19. Jay W

    I spent some time at S-F as a Boy Scout back in the late 70’s. All we experienced were mosquitoes, ticks and the occasional small furry critter. Cool story though. MoMo must have migrated south!

  20. Mark O

    Been to SBar F a couple times. My sons are in the scouts here in St. Louis. They still use the wood boxes for food. He describes the place to a T. At night the boys are so tired. They sleep well. Sound really carries there. Camps can be very isolated. They close some off so they can regrow a bit. You may have 2 camps on both sides of you that are empty and the forest behind you. The lake will be in the front. Tents are in circle or semi circle.

  21. Scot T

    I am an Eagle Scout and member of the order of the arrow and this guys scouting points are 100 percent accurate. This account is very believable to me.

  22. Jan D

    What a good account. So accurately, vividly described. A permanent impression that only something real could have caused. That the creature stood up, got caught in the tarp and yelled in frustration is so interesting. A flub like that says a lot about the limitations of these things. Thanks Robert for going through the trouble of telling it to an audience.

  23. Jillian H

    DOH! With a mouthfull of DOHnuts! I’m sorry but banging its head the tarp dropling on top of its head tripping over the rope!
    That’s Hilarious
    Fforgive me and thankyou Robert
    Thanks Wes

  24. Jillian H

    DOH! With a mouthfull of DOHnuts! I’m sorry but banging its head the tarp dropling on top of its head tripping over the rope!
    That’s Hilarious
    Fforgive me and thankyou Robert The drawings were a great help too!
    Thanks Wes

  25. David C

    Really enjoyed this episode! He was very well-spoken and articulate. His voice sounded to me just like the actor Tim Matheson. I thought he was very credible and descriptive and easy to listen to. Keep up the good work !

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