A listener writes “In fall 1977, I was a 17 yr. old girl and accepted an invite to a party. I went with a friend on his motorcycle and had a night time sighting outside of Georgetown, CA.
We had left fairly early from the party where pot smoking was fine but cigarettes were not. Beer was available but we weren’t drinkers. We did partake in the smoke but we were far from stoned. As I said, we left early, about 9:30 and were only a short distance from the house. We stopped at a side road so I could smoke. I heard a “grunt-woof” sound and asked my friend if he heard it. Just then, we heard it together. He turned the handle bars and hit the key, lights on and we were looking at it’s back. I couldn’t tell the exact size but the black berry patch it stood within was about 6 foot tall. We both cursed, jumped on and took off fast. I was awestruck at what we had seen. I wanted to go back, he did not. I went to a friend of my brothers knowing he would be there. I told him what we saw. He and his friends laughed and said we were high and hallucinating. I asked him and his friends to come and bring a gun. They were not interested.
The exact spot is now located in the middle of the hwy. The berries grew in a “hollow” and had been there my whole life.
He was blond or golden. The bike headlight may have altered the color. Seen only from the back and elbow up, I saw no features other than it had no neck. It was dark but I know what I saw.
I bump into the friend now and then, he refuses to acknowledge the sighting. A few years back, the BFRO team did a hunt near Tahoe. One of the places where they filmed is actually just outside of Georgetown and I recognized the area. Went there and found some possible scat. Hubby believed it to be bear. I’ve never seen bear poo that size.They have since logged the area and tore it up.
1995, hunting with a couple of friends in N. Idaho. I sat on my cushion, rifle by my side, reading a book and with no intention of shooting anything, just out for the day. I began to hear the pine trees “popping” . I thought perhaps they were thawing in the rising sun. Ever heard a pine tree pop? They don’t. I heard “popping” from at least 3 different locations.I had no fear, as I didn’t understand, or realize, what was happening. I was not a threat, never touched my gun, nor did I feel threatened. I was surrounded by at least 3 Sasquatch. I first heard of “tree knocks” when “Finding Bigfoot” came about. At this time I had known of Sasquatch due to my earlier sighting, but had never heard of “tree knocks”.
In late summer/fall 2003, I was outside with my mom, Stumpy Meadows/Georgetown area, late in the evening. We heard the most mournful, loud, long, reverberating cry I’ve ever heard. Sounded very sad. We looked to each other and then towards the canyon where it came from. Mom asked, “what was that?” I replied, “I have an idea, and we should go inside, now!”.
Also in 2004, late summer, I was traveling with my now husband, over the Sierra’s and on a motorcycle. It was dark and became too cold to continue. We stopped off the side of the road, under a small group of trees, and he began to set up the tent. I had the creeps from the start and wanted to leave. I began to hear what sounded like a drunken party. “I want to go”. He heard it too. He said there must be a campground across the road from us where we heard this. “I don’t see camp lights, flash light or campfires. I want to go!!”. We went. On a later, daylight trip, we discovered that the area across from that spot, was a large, open meadow. No campground for miles. I have since heard Ron Moreheads “Sierra sounds”. That was the exact drunken party we heard that night.”