Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “I grew up in Mcnabb County in south Arkansas. I had an encounter there while hunting and have had two more encounters since then.”

I spoke to Blake today and he talked about his first encounter he said “I heard what I thought was another hunter. This thing was walking up an incline coming right to me. As it got to the top of the hill I was expecting to see some hunters’ orange but this thing was all black and very large.

It face and whole head was covered in hair and the only thing I saw was a human like nose sticking out. I must have stepped on a twig because this thing turned and huffed at me. As soon as it was looking at me I took off running. Everything is kind of a blur but when I stopped to catch my breath it became apparent that this thing was following me out from the side of the trail…”

A hunter discusses his encounter in Colorado. As the two men slept in their tent something walked up and smacked the tent three times.

Here is a portion of the encounter when the third hunter returned to camp and the men were sitting around the fire: “My view of Matt had in the background the tent and a row of trees ten yards beyond it. Daylight was still hanging on, but would slide into dusk within thirty minutes. As I stared at Matt’s face while hearing him elaborate, bipedal movement of a grey form caught my eye. Usually when I see something grey in the forest, it’s what we deer hunters seek.

Immediately my eyes left Matt’s and locked onto a large, broad-backed figure slipping through the trees about 30 yards away. It traveled from right to left, and seemed to be going away from where our tent stood. It was very tall, and its light grey hair was clearly visible. Its hair was all one short length, starting at the top of its head and continuing without break down its neck onto its massive shoulders and back. Seeing its V-shaped physique struck me unusual because normally people up there on the mountain don’t go around shirtless. We wear either vests or jackets while hunting in the high country. This being wore nothing. It was quartering away as it moved between the lodgepole pine trunks, so I never saw its face.

When Matt saw my eyes shift away from his, my head cocked to the side for a better view around him. He stopped talking, and swung around to see what I was looking at. The creature I saw walked upright, unlike the horizontal body orientation a deer or elk would have. It was exactly the same shade of grey as a mature timber buck, which probably helped draw my eye to it. “What the…?”, I muttered. It continued to pass between several trees that were spaced about five feet apart. Then it disappeared into the thick timber heading southwest. “What’s up?”, Matt asked. “I don’t know…follow me”, I blurted.

I jumped up and hustled up a bank, past the tent, and down into the narrow draw toward the woods where I had seen it heading. With Matt behind me, we swung down and around hoping to intercept whatever it was below the patch of forest. We scrambled up a berm onto the ledge where the trees began. At this point we were exactly in its line of travel; probably thirty yards ahead. We moved in to have a look around. After a couple minutes, it was clear that whatever had passed by was now gone. Wow…whatever it was had to have traveled extremely fast to elude us like that! We got over there quickly, and I expected to intercept its path, hoping to get another look at it. We walked slowly all the way up to the very place it had slipped through the trees. Searching the ground for footprints, we found none… just thick forest duff.”