Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Dave writes “In 1980 I was 12 years old. I spent the summer that year in Seattle Washington in a town called Woodinville, with my cousin Jimmy, who is my age and my aunt Bobby, and uncle Bill. Before my parents put me on a plane from San Jose, California to Seattle Washington I’ll never forget the reason why they put me on that plane. They were extremely upset with me.

Aunt Bobby and uncle Bill had a gorgeous big house and their backyard gave way to acres and acres of forest with gigantic redwood trees. I remember being so fascinated because I had never seen anything like this before and I was amazed as to how dark it could get the deeper you walked in to this forest on the long sunny summer days. When we finally got to the house after picking me up from the airport, my cousin Jimmy couldn’t wait to show me around. His bedroom had shelves that were stacked with board games and model airplanes. He had airplane models hanging from the ceiling and I was so mesmerized. The house look like a big giant log cabin with all the modern luxuries inside. I had never seen Atari before and playing space invaders would become a new favorite of mine at that time.

As the weeks rolled by the summer, fun seemed to never end until one afternoon as I was nearing the end of my stay and having to go back home and go back to school. My cousin, Jimmy and I got into an argument over something. I decided to get on the bicycle And I took off by myself and rode out into the forest. On my way out there I saw banana slugs, which still amaze me and I ran into one of the kids who flew past me on his bicycle, but he didn’t say anything to me. I kept riding.

I was approaching that hill where you have to pedal faster in order to get to the top, but before I reached the bottom of that hill is when I smelled an odor that was so putrid, but it also scared me and I don’t know why. It was an odor that I had never smelled before, and it was telling me that it was something bad. As soon as I smelled that I heard growls and grunting and they were strong and my first initial thought was that it was a giant pig or something. Whatever it was, it was on the other side of the small hill so I laid my bike down, and I cautiously walked up the hill, hunched down. The low guttural grunts were getting louder and I could hear what sounded like clapping like to rocks being clanked together. I got down on my stomach when I got to the top and I looked down and there he was. He was crouched down with his knees towards his chest, and it looked like he was stabbing something with a stick, and then it looked like he was rubbing his hands together on a stick almost in the way that you would try and start a fire with a stick. My first initial thought is that this was Chewbacca. This must be somebody in a Chewbacca costume and they are doing promo shots for a poster or something. Well I knew it wasn’t Chewbacca and this thing was huge and it stunk and it was doing something, but I couldn’t tell what. It was clanking a rock, and then playing with a stick and grunting, and it had mud on it and leaves on its head and it had hair from head to toe. He turned his face a little towards me and I could see that it was gray. I knew this was not a person.

I knew what Bigfoot was, but I always thought there was only one big foot I didn’t know there were others. I also knew at that moment that this must be the man those kids were telling me about, but it’s no man this was a Sasquatch. My heart was pounding so hard and so loud I knew this thing had to of heard it. He kept looking towards me, but he would never make eye contact with me. I almost feel like he knew I was there. In fact, I knew he knew I was looking at him. I was frozen with fear and I couldn’t move. I even started crying a little and I was trying to be as quiet as I could because I thought he was going to grab me and take me off into the woods. He was making sounds just like the Sierra sounds recordings. I slowly backed down from that hill, crawling backwards on my stomach back to my bicycle. All the while this thing kept clanking the rocks together and doing something with sticks.

I got back on that bicycle and I took off as fast as I could on that bike, and I kept looking back to see if it was chasing me because I felt like he was but when I looked back, there was nothing there. I could still smell it.

When I got back home to Jimmy’s house, I put the bike in the garage and I went in the house and went upstairs and jumped on the bed and put my face in the pillow. My aunt Bobby came in and asked me if I was OK and I said yeah I’m just tired and she asked me why I was so white? I told her because it was hot outside and I was riding my bike, but she didn’t believe me because she told me I should just be red all over not pale white. She thought I was getting the flu or something but I insisted I was OK.”