Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Dakota writes “The very first encounter I had happened during one last camping trip at a small campground near my home. I had explored those woods since I was a kid and knew every trail by heart.

The main path to the campground eventually turned into a gravel road. Along that road was a permanent house where a man lived with a pack of extremely aggressive dogs. Every time you passed by, you practically had to run for your life. To avoid them, I decided to cut through the woods about 400 or 500 yards away from the road, where the dogs wouldn’t be able to see me.

As I walked through the trees, I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. I was just enjoying the quiet and listening to the sounds of nature. About halfway to the campground, I heard footsteps behind me.

These weren’t ordinary footsteps. They were so heavy I could actually feel the vibrations through the ground. I stopped and listened. Everything went silent. I figured whatever it was had wandered off, so I kept walking.

A few moments later, I heard the footsteps again.

My dad had always bought me pocketknives, and one of my favorites was a Bowie knife with a deer antler handle. I carried it with me everywhere. By this point I was getting nervous. My first thought was that some enormous man someone the size of Andre the Giant was following me. I pulled the knife from its sheath and held it at my side as I continued walking.

Finally, I stopped. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I slowly turned around.

Standing about 20 to 25 yards behind me was what I first thought was an incredibly large, hairy man. It stood somewhere between nine and nine and a half feet tall.

Then I looked closer.

It wasn’t a man.

Its face had unmistakable ape like features, and its body was covered in long, black, matted, shaggy hair. It stood completely still, staring directly at me.

Oddly enough, I never felt like it was going to hurt me. Instead, I got the impression it was studying me almost as if it was trying to figure out what I was and why I was so small. I was only about 10 or 11 years old at the time.

I stood there in complete shock. I didn’t know what I was looking at, but I no longer felt the need to defend myself. Slowly, I slipped the Bowie knife back into its sheath.

Without making a sound, the creature turned and walked toward a patch of thick nettles. Around here in the Midwest, nettles are covered in tiny stinging hairs that make your skin itch like crazy if you brush against them.

The creature didn’t hesitate. It walked straight into the patch. When it reached the thickest part, it lowered itself completely to the ground and began army crawling beneath the tangled plants. Within seconds, it disappeared from sight.

Years later, I had another encounter with these creatures in that very same area. It was terrifying and I will not forget that night.”