Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “This last Dec. 2017, a group of friends and I went out to the Appalachian Trail for the weekend for one of my best friends birthday.

We were pretty much the only 4 people sleeping over night in the back country during that time. It was cold, snowy, and not ideal camping weather but we like a challenge (myself and my birthday boy are Marines).

We were pretty high up. Went all the way up to rocky top and even played cards up there haha Everything was great. It was beautiful.

Jumping to our last night. Before the sun went down we gathered wood and water. To get water it was about 200-250 yard down an icy hill. As I was getting my water I had that uneasy feeling. You know the one, where it feels like you’re being watch. So we finally fall asleep in our shelter (3 walls with a tarp in front) in our hammocks.

That night something strange happened. Coyotes started howling around 1-130 in the morning. I remember the time cause I looked at my watch. Everyone woke up, we thought it was cool. Was the only sign of wildlife we had all weekend. Everyone fell back asleep and I stayed awake listening. Then out of nowhere the coyotes just stopped. Then I head what sounded like a log or something heavy and dense being dragged up the hill we were on. I was freaked out. So many things running through my mind. I peek out of me sleeping back and I dont see any flashlight or anything. Freaked me out even more. The sound stops at our camp.

Now I have to pee. But I dont want to obviously. I wait a while till I just couldn’t wait any longer. This is when things get even more strange. I’m relieving myself and as I look off in the distance I see 2 orange lights. And I remember the first thing that came to my mind was “street lights”. Then it hit me…I’m 4-5 thousand feet up in the back country of the Appalachian Trail. The lights were about 100 yds away, off the beaten path, and not moving. Very strange.

The next morning, one of our friends woke everyone up with the question “what’s this metal box out here” then everything started coming back to me as far as the dragging sound. Wes that box wasnt there the evening before. We did a 360 around our shelter for fire wood and one of us would’ve noticed it. It was old, rusty, and had a pad lock on it. We later found out once we got off the mountain that it was a bear box to keep your food in. But they dont use those anymore, they have pullies to lift your food bag into the trees.”

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A listener writes “Wes, I had an incident that occurred when I was 14 years old on Mt St Helens two weekends before it erupted.

I’ve thought about it ever since then and after hearing stalking stories on your podcast, I realized that my incident could have involved a Sasquatch. It just clicked one night during the middle of a podcast.

I had also recently seen a YouTube video of a retired Sheriff who says he he saw the military fly three dead Sasquatches out of the area in a net by helicopter after the eruption.

I talked about the video with my sister, who was also involved in the incident, and asked her what she thought was following us that night. She was very interested in the information and acknowledged that she was absolutely scared shitless when it became obvious that something was following us in the forest. In fact, she described it as unnaturally scared.

After all of that and it being the anniversary of the eruption, I thought I’d share the incident with you.

A quick summary of the incident:

My brother-in-law (22), my sister (19) and myself (14) decided to take a drive up to Mt St Helens to check out what was going on in early May of 1980. It was a Friday or a Saturday and two weeks before the May 18th eruption.

After passing through Toutle, WA at around 5:30 pm, we continued toward the mountain before running into a Police barricade. There were no police present and we wanted to go further so we simply moved the barricade and proceeded further up the road. Thinking that we should stay off the main road, we turned onto a logging road and eventually ran into snow on the road. We slid off the road and into a ditch.

We attempted to get the green on green on green Plymouth Scamp out of the ditch for a couple of hours. We eventually gave up when we started running out of daylight.

The only way back to Toutle was to walk. We had no flashlights so we hurried and arrived at the main paved road just as it became pitch black. There were no street lights on the main road.

Shortly into the walk we started to hear noises coming from the forest to our right hand side. We couldn’t see anything due to the fact the heavy cloud cover cut out all of the moonlight which should have been plentiful as it was only a few days after a full moon.

The noise became footsteps and was following us as we were walking. I was getting pretty scared, but my brother-in-law did his best to keep the mood light with his humor about the situation.

Keep in mind that the mountain was very active at this point and we could hear and feel rumbling from it as we walked, making the situation even more scary to a 14 year old.

The footsteps got louder and closer to the edge of the forest but we still could not see what it was. Whatever it was was not on a trail, it was just walking through the brush on the forest floor. It was definitely footsteps and it was unsettling.

We tried to guess what it was when it started vocalizing. It was something between the chortling a pack of coyotes make when hunting and a chimpanzee sound. It wasn’t loud, but it was definitely communicating with something else. This went on for well over 90 minutes and at one point we could hear additional footsteps near the other as well as the same movement on the other side of the road. I really started to freak out.

I don’t know if it was just walking in near complete darkness that was throwing me off, but I felt as if I was starting to get a bit dizzy and a little nauseous the further we walked and footsteps increased.

My brother-in-law assured us that it was coyotes, but after hearing a pack come through my neighborhood and attack a cat about 10 years later, I do not think it was coyotes.

The sounds and footsteps stopped about 2-3 miles from Toutle. We arrived at a gas station about midnight and used a pay phone to call my Dad. He and my brother drove the two hour drive from the Portland area to pick us up and go home. Five hours later we drove back up and hired a tow truck to pull us out of the ditch. Needless to say we had a very awkward conversation with the Deputy who was manning the barricade the next morning. He informed us of the heavy penalty for going beyond a police barricade, but did not fine us.

There are a lot more details in the story that I left out. Please feel free to contact me.”