Sasquatch Chronicles Blog

A listener writes “Hi Wes, My husband is a fan and came to me one day saying “Babe, listen to this. It sounds just like what you saw.” I’ve found myself telling this story more often in recent years. Our anniversary is coming up so I figured why not share the story with you as a gift to him.

Around 2004-2005 I went to visit my mom. She lives in a village surrounded by bayou and farmland. Though its not far from I-10 its the kind of place you only know about because of a detour from the interstate, fishing, or family is there. I was with my college roommate and we were going back to campus before it got too late but it was already dark. I took the side of the bayou I never take. Its too curvy and there have been a lot of deaths from people running into live oaks.

I looked to the side and noticed what looked like someone peeping through the window of one of the houses. Small town nosiness kicks in so I slow down to a crawl. I ask my roommate to take a look. We quickly realize this was no man. It was tall, almost as tall as the window. The build was lean but by no means skinny. More like Lebron type body with broad shoulders, muscular, long arms. It had fur and ears atop its head. It turned to look at us and I hit the gas.

I was driving a 1996 Ford Contour so I got nowhere fast. I could see large eyes and a snout protruding. Not flat like a cat’s face. Definitely K-9. It started running toward us, at first on two legs, then down to 4. We’re in the car screaming as you might picture two college girls doing and my roommate yells, “what the hell is that”? We got to I-10 and never looked back.

I’m happy to share a few details about myself and something you might find interesting about the environment if you’d like to talk more or choose to have me on the show.”