Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I had something happen to me  when I was 15 I have only shared the moment with a few friends through the years only to be met with jokes and ridicule that has faded over time.

Your platform made me realize I am not an exclusive individual but part of a community of others who might as well be social misfits to the rest of the world. I have tried for all these years to cope with the encounter and even block it out. I just recently told my dad what happened all those years ago and he just listened. I could have said more but the subject changed to work stuff.

I am not sure if he might had had an encounter (to which he denied) or just respectfully dismissed the current conversation. My encounter was not a dramatic build up and last a considerable amount of time. It was simple while sitting in a homemade tree stand and being excited for my first year of hunting I was approached by something that stopped and looked at me then ran off. It was just before sun set and my father told me to stay put until he came and got me. I wanted out so bad. I wished for my dad to come down out of his tree stand but he was a hunt till the light is gone person. Maybe I could get down and run back to the truck but I did do as I was told and I was not going to get down, not with whatever I saw out in those woods.

Now I could see my father up over the ridge in his tree stand. His silhouette very prominent as the sun was setting. I was wishing he was going to get down soon. When he final did he walked down to me and asked me what I was waiting for. I was so hesitant about getting down. I finally climbed down and walked faster than he did back to the truck. He asked me what was wrong, I don’t remember my excuse.

The rides home where always full of hunting stories and possibilities but that night I did not talk about the black creature I saw with the big black eyes. That encounter lasted a whole 3 minutes maybe but felt like we shared that moment for an hour. I continued to hunt but very little the rest of that season. My father would not let me relocate so I would sit and stare at that hill side for hours the rest of that bow season asking my dad to make sure we could leave while it was still daylight. This happened in upstate NY in 1985. There is so much more to this as I sit and write this to you.”