Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Wes, a few years ago, I want to say around 2013, I had a couple experiences with these monsters…and I do mean monsters. Tackett Creek, Tennessee has always been somewhere my family hunted or dug ginseng.

All my life I visited the area at one time or another and had never felt uncomfortable in any way…until that summer. I had just started a new relationship with this little gal I knew and we’d go 4 wheeling in my truck in those woods, doing the things that couples do of course. One night we had a little bit of an experience as we were wrapping up and getting ready to leave our particular spot which we frequented. We heard coyotes howling but not like they usually do, it was frantic. It ended quick with one yelping like it been kicked I’m the ribs. Spooled us so we got the heck outta there. Aa we drive down one of the hills…we noticed eye shine about 25 feet up a bank to the left.

I thought it was an owl until she screamed that the moonlight showed a huge man-like body. We got the hell outta there asap. I went back the next day with an arsenal of course…and found tracks. And were this was standing, and where the eyes were, it had to be 8 feet tall.

A week or 2 after that, I told my uncle what had happened. He had been camping/ginseng digging in the mountains and ridoes above where we had been. His camping trip had been few days after our experience. He said something had tried to come into his camp at night and his dog was terrified. The next morning he found a skunk skin that had been shredded and was hanging on multiple trees like it had exploded. He took pics. I’ve got them.

Anyways, I called a couple friends and we decided to do a night “bigfoot hunt” in Tackett Creek where this happened, well the area. I’ll call thsee guys Tweedle and Dee to protect them, ones a law officer. And the other has a really good job to preserve. So we plan it out and go up there and start where me and the girlfriend had our experience. We call blasted, tree knocked….nothing…..but it was really quiet. So we call it a night. I lead the way in my truck. This mountain is huge, it takes about 20 minutes to crest the top from where we were at in the bottoms. I’m making some time out of there and there was some distance between our vehicles. I crest the top and get on the other side about 200 yards and I see them flashing their headlights in my rearview mirror. So I stopped. I’m on one helluva incline, in the middle of an old gravel mining road with straight up mountainsides on both sides and huge wash to the right at the bottom of said mountainside. I put the emergency brake on and turn off my truck and wait. When they pull up they start asking me if I was whooping as I drove out my windows.

I hadn’t, but they thought I was bullsh*tting them. So tweedle decides to call blast as Dee stands there with his AR15. The very second after he call blasts, something roared fron the wash to the right. It’s very heavily wooded and a huge thicket in this place. Then whatever made this unearthly roar tore thru the thicket and up the mountain and sounded like a herd of rhinos doing it. The roar itself was incredible. It felt like it vibrated every bit of my insides. Nauseated me and terrified me at the same time. Scared both those guys to death as well. We jumped in our vehicles and got the hell outta there. We met up at the edge of town and we all decided that we didn’t know what it was and that none of us was going back. I’ve since moved out west, but I never hunted or dug ginseng there afterwards.”