Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

Tonight I will be speaking to three different guests. All three were hunting when they had very strange encounters. Matt writes “I guess I’ll start off by saying that I’ve been a outdoorsman and hunter my whole life.

I fish, hunt, trap, work and love to be outside. Prior to my encounter, I’d seen the “patty film” and had watched Harry and the Henderson’s as a child. My knowledge of Bigfoot aside from that was really slim to none. I grew up with my father and step mother who both believed in strange and paranormal stuff and I was always told to keep an open mind to the strange thing around us. But none of that could have prepared me for the rifle opener on November 15th of 2006. This opening morning was the 5th opening morning or 5th year I’d hunted this blind. Just like in years past, we (my ex father in law and I) went out the day before to clear out any leafs and debris and take down any limbs that my be in the way. So being there the day before, I wasn’t worried about anything. According to my gps, from camp to my blind is 1.3 miles. It’s pretty much all swamp from the cedars where we camp to the blind and take a good half hour to 45 minutes to hike back there. I pack in all my heavy/warm gear and after I reach the blind, I’ll let my body temperature come down before I put on all my heavy gear. I’d been at the blind for maybe 20 minutes and I got all my gear on. All in all I’d been there for around 35-40 minutes and I was ready to rock. I looked to the east to see if I could see any light yet, I could see a grey/white line stretching across the sky. Kinda cutting the trees in half. Once I looked back to the southwest (direction I normally face) is when this thing started to scream at me! The sound was coming from the southeast, it was beyond loud! I grabbed my headlamp and my rifle and made a pass from left to right and then back again. I couldn’t see anything yet I thought it was in my lap! It was so loud that you could feel the vibration coming from it! Once I made that second pass back with my light I hit the dirt. Once I was on the ground, I was tucking myself as far into the blind as I could and the first scream came to an end. It made a total of three sets of screams which felt like an eternity but if I had to guess, I’d say it lasted for 2-3 minutes. After the last scream ended, all I could hear was ringing in my ears and my heart pounding out of my throat. I’m not sure how long it was (30sec-1min) before I heard a loud “thud” like a tree falling over, then it sounded like a bulldozer going through the woods.

At this point, it’s still completely dark and I’m so scared that I can’t hardly move. In fact I don’t think I moved out from the blind until it was after 9am. I recall thinking “Steve will be here any time to see what that was screaming”. But no one came. I’d later find out that 3 of the 4 hunter near by had heard the screams but didn’t know where they were coming from.

Once I got to my feet and did a quick scan all around me I started to focus on the southeast of my blind. I wanted to run out of there but I didn’t want to move. I still kept thinking someone will be here soon. The hours went by like minutes and yet I’m still standing there shaking with a rifle in my hands. As the normal hunting light started to fade I soon realized that I’m going to be out here in the dark again and I just about mentally lost it. I kinda snapped back to reality and said “I gotta go!!!”. As a hunter, this time of the day is what we call “prime time”. Just before dark when those bucks really start to move around. I didn’t want to wreck anyone else’s hunt in the front of the swamp so I thought, I’ll only go half way back then wait until dark to finish the hike. So with that in mind, I stepped closer to my seat to grab my backpack and I caught movement back to the southeast. Now I remember seeing two deer the whole time I was there that day and they were hauling ass through the swamp. Now I’m thinking “I might get a deer after all”! I let go of the backpack and settled my scope on a gap about 150-200 yards out. I looked over my scope to see if I could see more movement and it was about to hit that gap.

Shouldering the gun again I realized that I’m not looking at a deer but I’m looking at a guy in a gilly suit heading away from me on a right to left path. I lifted my rifle, put on my backpack and started heading out as fast as I could without making it a full on sprint. I hadn’t made it but a couple hundred yards when I heard a loud noise coming from behind me. It was at this point it hit me that the guy I just seen back there wasn’t using a flashlight and didn’t have on any orange. I’m not sure what that last noise was but it sounded like a loud “hufff”. And I was gone!

The screams I heard that morning were like I said before “beyond loud”. Started off real low in tone and turned into a blood curdling women scream. And long. Whatever it was had to have some huge lung. You could feel the vibration through the whole thing but more so at the beginning and end of the screams when it was the lower tones.”