Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I’m from the beautiful green mountains of southeast Kentucky. Our small town is surround by miles and miles of thick unsettled land some places men probably have never even seen . As a outdoorsman growing up I spent a lot of my time digging roots ,hunting and fishing. I consider myself pretty smart when it comes to wild life but nothing like what I saw that day.

The sun was shining through the trees it was a beautiful summer day. Me and my uncle and cousin had decided to hike about twenty miles is some virgin land and go after some ginseng. Or sanging as we call out back in the mountains.

We had reach our destination and spread out all within eye sight up and down the hill combing the area for any nice old four prongs digging a few here and there. When your in the mountains you have to learn to be aware listen more speak rarely notice everything. If not the rattlesnake, mountain lions,bears, or copperheads might find you first.

I kept noticing my uncle looking back over his shoulder every few minutes and thought it odd but decided not to mention it until we were closer together. After awhile my ears starting hearing faint sounds as if something walking close but staying out of view. Crunch crunch and then a few limbs crack. I was super aware something wasn’t right when my uncle waved us all together for lunch time.

We sat and ate our sandwiches and drank some water comparing the amount of roots we had each dug it had been a good day so far and getting better. We must have hit a honey hole where no one had been in a long long time . Suddenly my uncle looked behind us and was scanning the ground I had heard it too thump thump thump like two trees hitting each other. Have you heard it following us he asked. Yeah been listening to it wonder what it is. Maybe a bear or a big cat he said let’s be careful. We loaded up and headed deeper into the mountains.

Wow and the ginseng we were finding now big bunches everywhere you looked . And I had just spotted one up ahead . We had gotten a bit separated filling our pockets but we all knew how to handle our selves and how to call for help if needed. We used bird calls or bird whistles it drew less attention if we spotted other people ginsenging in our area and we would turn back because not everyone you meet twenty miles back in the mountains are nice and everyone carried a gun.

So as I was making my way to this monster riot a smell hit my nose. It was familiar it was death probably a deer that had been shot and wondered off to die I figured. So I made my way to the smell it got stronger and stronger almost unbearable. I noticed the rest of my group were heading in the same direction the smell must have caught there attention as well. What I walked up on first was a dog probably wild its jaws had been ripped loose at the hinges nothing much gone from the carcass and it was no more than a few weeks old. I had never seen something like this before. Usually nature takes care of its self and food is ate but this was different.

From the first corpse I seen I could see another fresher not decomposed at all and made my way to it fearing we had came upon a bear kill site. It was a deer a doe probably two hundred pounds it’s neck was broken up under its body none of it was fed upon it looked like another sport kill for something what ever it was it was clearly territorial and I was in its home now.

I hear the whistle I knew meant to move my ass and find the group. They were close maybe twenty yards ahead of me I made my way to them as quick as I could. Look here they said the whole area for about two hundred feet was clear no shrubs all small trees broken down and the ground was bare no weeds or nothing at all . Nothing that is except another twelve to fifteen dead animals maybe more all laying around everywhere almost like decorations.

A Rottweiler maybe a hundred and fifty pounds solid black laid there fresh it looked like something has picked it up and snapped it over its knee breaking its spine and neck. Several of the other animals were fresh and many of them were decaying a few were simply pounds on the ground. What ever we had stumbled on had been here for awhile and we were not invited.

Thump thump that sound again but it was closer a lot closer. My uncle looked at me with a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes and said let’s go. We turned down the hill and were walking as fast as we could but you could still hear the foot steps coming behind us it was following. My uncle looked back then picked up the pace we were almost running now down the hill back in the direction of safety from this unseen killer. We made it home late that evening and sat over a hot cup of coffee discussing what we had found. None of us had ever seen anything like it.

What I never told anyone was halfway out I looked back and for a brief second I seen something. It stood about six feet tall and was very broad covered in blackish hair and standing on two legs watching us. I wondered if it was a bear but I’ve seen bears what ever this was it was different I will always think we wondered into the home of a very territorial Bigfoot. So to all of you out there venturing into the mountains remember watch listen and always be on your guard because many times there is something watching us as well.”