I will be speaking to two witnesses tonight. Chris writes “While living Federal Way, Washington, my parents took myself and my eight-year-old brother on a trip to Fairbanks, Alaska.
My father had to travel there for business, and since my parents and four older siblings had lived there prior to me and my brother being born, my dad took my mom and me and my younger brother to make it a fun little trip. One day during the trip we traveled to visit some friends of my parent’s at their cabin on Harding Lake. (I’m about 95% sure that is the name of the lake we visited, but since both my parents have passed on, I cannot confirm with them. Harding lake is a little ways outside of Fairbanks. Shortly after we got there, my nine-year-old brother and I were pretty bored sitting around the cabin while my parents talked with their friends, so we went outside to explore around. The lake was still frozen and while exploring we saw a hole in the ice just offshore left by some ice fishermen. We decided we wanted to try some ice fishing on the frozen lake as we had never done that. I don’t recall the exact time of day, but it seemed that it was later in the afternoon as the sun was on its way down, but since the sun sets earlier in Alaska, I really can’t be sure of the time. While we were out there we found a tangled bundle of fishing line with a hook attached near the bank of the lake. We ran back in the cabin and asked for a piece of bread and then untangled the string and tied it to the end of a stick and walked out about 20 feet on the ice to the hole. I remember, as we were sitting on the ice, that I had a strange feeling that we were being watched. But I wasn’t scared as it was still daylight and I wasn’t on the ice alone, yet. After about 15-20 minutes with no luck, my brother decided he was too cold so he left to go back inside. I didn’t want to be a quitter so I was determined to stay until I caught a fish.
Near where I was fishing, the shoreline dipped inward a bit forming a small sort of bay, and across the water to the other side of the small bay was a bunch of bushes and foliage and then trees. I’ve looked at current maps and can’t really locate the exact place I was, so I don’t know if the terrain or has changed in the past 35 years, or if my memory is a little fuzzy on that part. but as I sat facing the center of the lake with the cabin behind me, I remember that there were bushes about 2 o’clock from where I was fishing
As I was fishing, I thought I caught the glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye across the little bay. I don’t know exactly how far away it was, but if I were to guess, I’d say maybe 100 yards give or take. As I peered into the foliage, I thought I could make out a face looking back at me over the top of the shrubs. I can’t recall with any certainty, but if I had to guess, I’d say the shrubbery was about six feet tall, and the head was a good foot above that, but I don’t know if it was crouching behind the bushes or not.
At the time, my very first thought was that it was an old hairy Alaskan prospector or hermit that was looking at me. It certainly had a human shaped face, no snout, or anything, but then I ruled out a human almost immediately as it was covered in dark gray fur all over the face, and was much larger than a human head. As I was well familiar with Sasquatch, I knew immediately what I was looking at and it terrified me, because it appeared to be watching me. We locked eyes for a moment, and I was pretty scared and didn’t move. Was I really seeing what I thought I saw? I recall the head weaving a bit left and right so I realized I wasn’t just seeing things. When it moved, I snapped out of my frozen state and leaving my makeshift fishing pole behind, immediately ran back to the cabin.
The adults were still inside talking, and I didn’t want to interrupt, or embarrass my parents with talk about Sasquatch, so I just told my little brother what I had seen. Of course he didn’t believe me. But I don’t blame him as I teased him all the time, as brothers often do.
Over the years, I’ve wondered if it wasn’t just the overactive imagination of a 12-year-old, and admittedly, I did have quite the imagination, and I pretty much convinced myself that the event probably didn’t occur. I never talked about the situation to my parents or anyone else again. Until, that is, about four years ago, I was reminiscing with my younger brother about life growing up or something, and without any prompting he said something to the effect of “remember that time you said you saw Bigfoot in Alaska?” I asked him, “what do you remember about that?” And he said “just that we were ice fishing in Alaska, and I came in and left you out alone on the ice and about ten minutes later you came running in the cabin telling me that Bigfoot was watching you.”
I then I realized that the event, which I had convinced myself probably didn’t happen, actually did happen. If my brother remembered it, then I couldn’t have made it up.”
I will also be speaking to Sheldon and Sheldon writes “I just wanted to write to you and tell you my encounter that happened to me and a few of my friends one night a few weeks ago. I would just like your advice about what to do about it as well. I hope you don’t think Im crazy.
First off, I am a sasquatch enthusiast and have been for for as long as I can remember. I moved to BC about 15 years ago from Saskatchewan where the sasquatch really isnt a huge deal to people. Me and my 2 best friends began talking about bigfoot on our car rides to work a few years ago where we would talk about stories in our area where we live. I didnt know at the time that this area in the BC interior has a huge rate of sasquatch sightings but after hearing the stories, we decided to take trek into the woods in not only our area, but closer to the okanagan as well.
We’ve found tracks and heard some howls in our trips but im not sure if those were sasquatch. We gone out on quite a few trips during the day and then at some point we decided to go out at night not too long ago. We chose a secluded area about 30 kms from my town where there have been sightings to try our luck in hopes of getting some kind of action.
Well, to put it mildly, we got a little more than we bargained for. We started hearing howls almost like a siren and while there are coyotes in the area, this wasnt a coyote. We started hearing footsteps in the woods around us and there were more than 1. We decided to retreat to the truck because we started getting scared. The woods went silent when the howls started. No owls, no frogs or crickets. It all stopped the second the howls began. We should have left but the other 3 with me wanted to stay and scan the forest with flashlights as there were no moon so it was extremely dark out. As I was scanning the treeline, I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a light shining back at me but it wasnt shining back so I focused on it. What I was looking at then blinked and a fear came over me like ive never felt before. The more I focused on it the more I could make out the shape of a crouched down figure. It was “hiding” behind a tree but its butt and thighs were sticking out the other side. The tree was only about 2 feet in diameter but I could see its head poking around it on the other side. I couldnt really make out any detail as it was about still in the treeline. I then told the others and they couldnt see it at first but at closer glance they finally saw it. It didnt move a muscle. I had my brother , who is a RCMP member, with me and he began freaking out. I turned to tell him to shut up. It tooked literally 5 seconds for me to shush my brother and when I turned back it was gone. I asked the other 2 if they seen it get up and leave and they didnt see anything. Needless to say I was very shook up for a few days. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. Theres more to the story than what I wrote , but I assume your a busy man and I dont want to take too much of your time.
Now, common sense would dictate that I would never go back into the woods given how scared we got, but we’ve gone out again a few times since then. My wife has become very upset with me because I continue to go out to look for it. My question is, why has this lit a flame in me that has grown from curiosity to full out seeking? I had never been so terrified in my life but yet most of my free time is me and my friends going out to the woods at night. Ive listened to your show and heard other people go through the same thing as us, but Im not an overly brave man. I dont understand it. How does this thing take over my thoughts when I know I shouldn’t be out there?”
Gumshoguy
Good report but I’m confused did this happen yesterday or 15 or 35 years ago? Did it occur when the witness was 8 years old, if so, how old is the witness today? No reference of time in this report.