Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “For years I’ve been trying to figure out what I saw back in the late 70’s when I was 14 or so. My father and I would Quail hunt in a remote area above Oroville California called French Creek.

One day myself, dad and a Friend of dads drove a few hours on rough dirt roads into a location adjacent to one of the many “fingers” that spread from the lake Oroville – Poe Powerhouse road. We parked and hunted a few hours before we met back at the truck for lunch. All morning I felt like I was being watched, I just knew someone was behind me but I didn’t see anyone.

Later in the morning a deer jumped from the vegetation so I attributed the feeling to it. We met back at the truck and as we ate our lunch I was standing in the back of the truck looking over the cab, focused straight down the road. To my left was the finger of the lake , North Fork of the Feather River, I could hear, but not see, someone faintly talking – fishermen I guessed.

The built-up road bed where we parked sloped on both sides with a heavy rock base, more so on the lakeside. At the moment I heard the fishermen, as I was looking forward and from my left ( riverside) I saw something step up from the bushes onto the road about 100 yards in front of the truck. In profile it seemed tall and to have a light colored flowing dress on (this is the first thing that popped into my head) . I remember thinking why is that guy there and why is he wearing a dress?? Staring at the image I realized that what I was seeing was long light colored / white hair flowing or moving and that it was not a man.

At that distance it looked very out of scale, way too big to be a man – heavy shoulders, long white hair covering the body and no noticeable neck. At this point I turned to my father to ask if he was seeing what I was – he was absolutely focused on what was happening in front of us. My father is a quite, tough sort of guy and has hunted all of his life. The look on his face made me think something was wrong – I could tell from his eyes (I don’t know why I understood this) that he was in a fight or flight kind of mode, he was trying to make a decision.

As I looked back I could not make out a face I think it was looking over it’s shoulder directly at us. It then took two strides and stepped off of the opposite side of the road ( the road is about 15 feet wide) disappearing into the same area we were hunting earlier. At that point my dad said the day was over and we were heading home. He loves hunting and he would never leave early for home – THAT really set this memory for me, my dad was in flight mode. Later as we drove home he kind of chuckled and asked what we thought about the “Crazy Hippie” we saw – I don’t remember what I said but I did realize why I had the feeling of being watched. I think the creature was watching the fishermen from the riverside bushes just before he stepped up onto the track but I also think that means he was watching us earlier in the morning.

To this day my dad (81 years old) brings up the Crazy Hippie once in a while – I know it was no “Hippie”. Other people tell stories of seeing a “White Bigfoot” in the same area, don’t know what I saw but it could have been a Sasquatch. I’m 53 now and I remember this pretty clearly, I’m sure there are some things that have faded but it has to have affected me because every time I think about that day I get a chill – getting a chill right now.”