Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hello Wes! I just started listening to the show and I have a few stories for you that my family and I have experienced.

In 1954, my mother was 14 and lived near Elkhorn City, Kentucky. They lived in a small community at the foot of a mountainous area. One afternoon, my mom and her sister, my aunt walked across the road from their home to a small general store to buy a soda. After exiting the store, they sat on a bench on the walkway to talk and enjoy the view of the mountain that came down to meet their backyard at home. While sitting there, my mom noticed movement in a hilltop meadow.

The meadow was a small area nestled between two ridges that were covered in trees and brush. Her first thought was that it was a man walking into the woods following an old sheep trail but couldn’t tell at that moment. When she looked closer the figure had made its way onto the sheep trail and was moving from her right to her left. She was shocked when she finally was able to get a clear look at the figure and saw that it was a man covered in hair. Long hair on its head and shorter over the rest of its body. She screamed and pointed it out to my aunt who saw it too.

When my mom screamed, it stopped and stared at them. My aunt ran into the store to get the store owner. He came out and saw the figure as well. They asked him what it was and she tells me she can still hear his words to this day, “I don’t know what that Goddamn thing is! It’s some kind of wild man!” The figure then continued on its way around the mountain and out of sight.
Leading up to this event, my grandmother always left the doors open on the house due to it being hot and back then, you could trust your neighbor. One day, she returned home to find her oven door open and a pan of biscuits was pulled out of the oven and half the pan was consumed. After questioning the family she found that no one took the blame for the caper. 2 days later, the same scenario happened again. This time none of the family were around but her and she became worried about the situation. My grandfather made her lock the doors when she left after this happened.

Another incident was when my grandfather’s smoke house was raided by something with a taste for smoked pork. A few years after that, the chickens were “cutting up a fuss” near 10:00 at night and my grandmother’s little dog began to bark furiously at the bank door. My father was there visiting my mom (date night!) and he went out back with my grandfather to see what was bothering the birds. They had a large flashlight and did shine the area of the coop but found nothing in or near the pen. Then my father noticed scratch marks on a sassafras tree adjacent to the coop.

They were nail scrapes about a half inch wide and spaced out about an inch apart and were close to 9 feet up the tree. Neighbors came the next day to look at them. I’m shocked that at no time no one tried to look for tracks or search for this “wild man” but she told me that back then no one knew about things like this. Hope you enjoyed my story. I have another story involving my experience but I’ll send that at a later date. If you want to call me and go over some more information”