Sasquatch Chronicles - SC EP:627 I Put My Gun Up And Fired

Episode Date: February 21, 2020

Dustin from Colorado writes, "Two years ago my oldest daughter of 9 at the time keep begging me to take her bear hunting so I did and all we did is drive the side by side around because taking a 9 year old out and blowing on a call hoping to have a bear come at you at a dead run and hope your gun shoots true and the shot is effective and the dam thing don't get pissed and kill you is stupid with a 9 year old girl in tow.   Well fast forward to last fall I had a big bear coming into the water hole I had sat at for a few days, but the timing never was right to fill my tag. My kid keep begging to go and being the mean dad I am I said no. so one day my kids where at my fokes house while I was working and my oldest went to my dad and told him she wanted to go out hunting tomorrow with me but I wouldn't let her and why is that papa. Well he told her it's not safe to take your kids at a younger age out predator hunting. Deer and elk hunting is safer but not bear and he told her this story that I had never heard until that evening but the strange thing is I have memories about some of it even before dad relayed it to me that day but we will find out why. When I was 5 years old it was still legal to bait in bear with bait barrels in Colorado so one afternoon dad was babysitting me his only kid at the time and mom was running late from work to relieve him so he could go hunting so he scooped me up and out we went now I can't tell you where he was hunting at the time due to me not asking. so anyways we get there, and he was just going to put the few pig heads in the barrel and head home and hit it first thing in the morning on his own. Well he walks me into the area, and he had a few of the pig heads with him he places them in the barrel, and he placed me down and said stay. so, he turned around to walk the 30 ish yards to the Honda 3-wheeler for the other pig heads. He only went 10 to 15 yards and I started screaming for him and he flipped around to find me hauling ass down to him. He scooped me up and walk back to the bait station to see what he told my daughter at the time was a bear running of in the timber. But later that night when I asked him about that story, he said I'm not going to lie to you son it was a f&%$#$% bigfoot walking off with the pig heads. It came up took the heads out of the barrel with you sitting 5 yards away. All I remember is seeing the pig heads and riding on the gas tank of the 3-wheeler and seeing a barrel not much before are after but he said the barrel was in a tree about 3 feet when we arrived and he had to pull it out of there and reset it. So there's my first experience with them. My dad has a few more very hair raising story's that he had years prier but they are his story's not mine and I will talk with him about sharing them with you over the phone. I have returned to those areas and had my own experiences also.   My second one was in around spring of 2007 I was upriver ridding my four-wheeler and I was in this area where I could see down 300 to 400 yards below me into this meadow and there's a tree line and above the tree line is a road. Well I stopped and was sitting, and I looked down to that meadow with my binoculars to see a dark figure walking across the meadow towards the road. My first thought was holy shit moose but after further monitoring it. It was on two legs swinging its arms in a kind of way I've heard a few people on your show say crazy bag lady kind way only this thing looked like it was frolicking through the meadow like something on the little house on the prairie. So I'm not sure what I'm looking at then 2 dirt bikes come screaming down the road above the tree line and this critter turns towards my direction and starts running still on two legs then dropped to all four and it runs right to the timber line then does this barrel roll looking deal into the timber and was gone no smell no noise.   I later ran into something else. I'll be honest with you Wes this was no bigfoot, but I don't want to say dog man I'm still on the fence with that critter. So its 2013 and myself and my wife are out shed hunting in one of my favorite places out in mule deer country north of my land in this place that I called slaughter gulch due to the unreal amount of dead deer you would find everywhere back then. Yes, the place is packed full of coyotes and mountain lions but you did find a lot of dead coyotes also at that time so anyways my wife and I where out. It was a beautiful day we had been walking all day with lots of luck well we got back to the four wheeler and she wasn't done so she took off walking up the draw nearby and I stayed at my machine I busted open a cold one and was sitting looking at our trophy's for the day so far and trying to think about where to head to next. Then straight Infront of me to the west I saw movement about 200 yards out in between two huge boulders so I put up my binoculars and could see a dark figure with points on top of its head that well looked like ears on a dog. I could kind of make out eyes and a noise so I pulled the binoculars down and look at it with my naked eye then put the binoculars back up and once I found it again with the binoculars its ear twitched and it turned its head to reveal and canine nose then looked back at me for a second and ran towards me on all fours a few feet then dropped into this huge wash in between it and me and that was the first and last I saw of it but to this day my wife will even tell you my attitude that day change bad for a few hours. I have never been as scared as the day I saw that. I mean one month later I got hurt at work and literally was staring death in the face for a few weeks and I was not as scared as that day not even with the encounters I have wrote so far. Going to continue to wright to you. There was no smell or sound to this one. I'm pretty sure its to blame for most the dead deer and dead coyotes. Because I have noticed a huge drop in the dead deer, I found out there and I continue to shed hunt out there never seen it again but have had other issues after that with my dog out there. But even to this day I avoid that area ill ride two miles out of my way up to the top and glass the bottom but I wont walk in there anymore.   So fast forward to 2016 I have heard whoops out in the timber. I have smelt bad smells worse than a 3-week-old dead elk in July, kind of smells while bow hunting and bear hunting for years. So, I made buds with a coworker. I have never really felt like I could talk about the fury one's to anyone that would take me serious besides my dad and uncles and with them it was taboo to talk about the fury ones and there other native monsters. so, my new buddy and I worked the same shift's 7 on 7 off day's and night's and we got to talking one day when he saw one of my bigfoot book's laying on the seat of my company truck. So, he jumps in, He says to me, "dude you believe in bigfoot," and I said ya if you laugh, I'll beat you into the gravel. He said no he believes to. So, after many weeks of talking about bigfoot with him, and him turning me on to your Facebook page. He goes out and buys a side by side and asked me to build it up for him, so I put some light bars on it a lift kit and a few other things. Once I was done with it, I called him to come get it. So, he came out and said lets ride tonight and hang out. So I took my four wheeler and he brought out this so called bad ass military guy who turned out to be fake he never served or even signed up to serve so anyway. We headed out upriver I think we put 25 miles on the machine's and stopped cooked some burgers and just BS for a few hours. Around 10 pm we headed to the pickups. There was a set of pond's that we stopped at on the way up and looked for bear track's earlier that day. when we started to approach the pond heading back I caught eye shine in my light bar then my machine dropped down a water bar in the road and once it came back up the eyes stood up and stayed. So my first thought was it must be a bear drinking then stood up, On his back legs to look at us. then it started running and the eyes stayed at around 6 plus ft high. and Wes bear cant run like that so boom its him!! The fury guy so I flipped around backwards on my four wheeler with it still rolling and started digging into my bag for my big spotlight once I get ahold of it the machine has come to a stop and my buddy rolls up next to me and said what's the deal bud. I look at him and said eye shine he said "so" I looked him dead in the face and said "f#$%^& tall eye shine running". he goes "oh crap" jumps out I have always carried my H&K USP 45 and that guy has way to many gun's to list I think he had a 40 on him that night so any way we go walking across the field and his tag along guy stayed at the side by side per my command. I didn't like nor trust him so me and my buddy keep walking spotlighting the trees and BOOM eyes peaking from behind a tree. You could see the hand's holding the tree, and this thing peaking around the tree. so, we are staring at it and it's staring at us then I hear the rack of a hand gun and I turn back and look at my buddy with his gun loaded and in position for action. I calmly but in a loud sort of way I say put it away and he says "it's for protection," and I said his "name" PUT IT AWAY NOW!! so he does we look back in time to see a tall figure run deeper into the timber. We back up slow and get back onto the machines and head out my buddy claims that once he gets back to his machine his friend said what's the deal? He told him we just saw a bigfoot! and that dude melted down freaking out!! I went back up a few days later in the day light there's cattle tracks everywhere, so ground evidence was gone but I think I found the tree. If it was the right tree it would have had to of stood 8ft tall. I have a picture of a footprint in that location from a few years later. My dad told me that back in the mid 90's there was some small logging in that area and he had heard that there equipment was always getting messed with at night and strange noises could be heard in the later part of the day .There is a huge pile of logs that showed up in the middle of the meadow out of no where one day and some of the logs I cant even get my arms around them. I have pictures of the various log piles.   My fifth, Is with my same coworker. We had been out multiple time's ridding with nothing to report so later that fall myself and my wife went camping in a different area up river and my coworker planed to show up later and stay for two nights. So, after 2 days and 2 nights of ridding and fishing and multiple nap's my buddy shows up later in the evening and talk's me and my wife to go for a night ride. So, we go out my wife him and I. I tell you what I about left the guy because every puddle/creek any kind of dirt we came to he had to find a way to avoided it he says he must keep his buggy clean. The only reason I bring it up is because it will be used later in this trip, so after hours of laying my coat in puddles for him to keep his shoes clean we get up to where I had my experience in 2007 my wife is the first to notice! The smell the worst I have ever smelled. So, we stop and sit a while and we hear a few tree knocks and very strange noses that left me very confused. I kind of wonder if it wasn't a hunting party there where grunts and some strange chines jibber talk. We headed back to camp about an hour after that I had a very uneasy felling in my gut that night. The next morning, we load up my four-wheeler and his side by side and head back up just to ride and after avoiding any kind of dirt/mud/bird poop, we get to the same location as the night before. I take them down into where it is. It's really nice country its full of elk and bear there's a huge creek that splits into 2 creek crossing's one after another. We cross that and sit in a spot that I use to camp years ago all the time. We eat lunch have a beer or two and right before we leave my buddy said hay can I shoot my shotgun here? I said do it! So, he kill's a tree reloads kills it again. We head out back to camp. After dinner and its dark. he pipes off and said, "let's go back up and see if we can hear them noises." So, against by better judgment I load up my wife and we head up and as we are leap frogging mud puddles I'm getting this bad feeling just chewing at me and the further we get up there the harder the feeling chews at me. So yes, I want to hear them noises again I want answers but dangit I had my wife in tow, and even native Americans would say you keep girl's away from these big guys. In mid ride I stop my machine get off tell my buddy if we are doing this she goes back first. Something's bad and it has had a mouth full of me this whole ride so far. I'm not doing this, so we turn around and get to camp well he's not giving up so against my better judgment I leave my wife behind at the camper 20 miles away she's safe there. We load up in his side by side and after a hour of a bad feeling chewing on me and the pure boredom of riding with this guy who will not get dirt on his machine we get to the double creek crossing and right before we cross. A owl comes and lands in front of us on a branch across the first creek crossing and if you follow native American folk lore that could be good or bad sign. The one I follow that's a bad sign. We cross making sure we don't get any of that clean water on that machine. Right across the creek is where we stopped that day and he shot his gun, so we pull in turn around and parked on the road shut the buggy off and get out. I put a lantern on the toolbox in the bed of his machine he kind of wanders around for a minute. a few minutes go by and he said we should record just sitting here and I told him he's pissing in the wind. That creek is to loud and that's all it will pick up. so behind us the road come's down towards us at a angle and just to freak him out and get a laugh I told him to look up the road and he did, at the same time I said picture a monster running down that, at you! He responds with a "F you pal." so I go to the front of the machine to relieve myself, he stayed at the opposite side of the machine at the back, talking to me so for the shits of it. I let out the best whoop I have ever done! and he cheered me on for it. So, all done I come back to my side of the rear of the machine to continue talking with him. A few minutes later in the conversation he lights up a cigarette and with that pause in the conversation comes this huge crack of a limb getting busted right behind us, about 30 yards both of our eyes get big. We sit for a bit and once we start talking again there is this huge thud right behind my buddy and he starts yelling, "f this lets go." so we both jump into his machine and right before he takes off I shine my spotlight through the back of his buggy to see this huge dark figure with its arm's down. He punched the gas as we came to the creek crossing he never slowed down it was a wall of water on the buggy with both crossings and as we flew up the switch backs I had to tell him to calm down before he wrecks and send us back down the mountain to that things feet. The whole time out of there that goofy basterd was screaming there not supposed to be real and if they are real, they don't live here in Colorado. So, after that wild hairy ride hitting every puddle and lighting him 3 smokes he asked for another. I told him to stop and light one himself we are in the clear now! So, he stops and we are both really shook up. He lights a smoke and we head back to camp. The next day after he leaves I leave my wife back at camp so she can sun bathe and I fly up to that location for answers what I find is a big limb that both my hands couldn't reach around that was broke off at least 12ft up on the tree and a rock right next to the peal out marks of his buggy that I could barely roll let alone pick up there was no smell with this big guy. I'm willing to bet he was in there earlier that day when he was shooting and realized it was the same dumb rednecks that came back and that was his polite way of saying get the heck out.   In the fall of 2018 I was with my same buddy and my youngest brother in-law and we headed up to where me and my buddy had are first experience together. well the forest service had done a lot of work up there on the ponds and one pond in particular had a lot going on there. Their was tracks witch I have pictures, there was a log thrown in the middle of the pond right after they finished digging it and my buddy is a big guy and him and my brother in-law couldn't pick it up we found the other end of the log and there was no drag marks just foot prints. so we get to a good look out and for a few hours its silent then around 8 pm the coyotes start going off all around then out of nowhere there's tree knocks and the worst deepest howling that completely shut the coyotes up. All I could say is it sounded like a wolf imitation but to me it sounded like a damn hell hound and the whole place goes silent and the same change happens to my brother in law he was almost brain washed quiet and he stayed that way even a few days later when he arrived home he just wouldn't talk but he's fine now.   Last spring of 2019, Wes I'm not sure what this is but I will tell the Division Of Wildlife was even looking for this thing. There were dogs killed, goats and chickens this thing was seen in daylight just moseying around by multiple people even a D.O.W agent saw it so I was told. So I have a very nice flock of chickens and ducks well when one of my mallard hens took to hatching her second batch of chicks the first batch a weasel got to them days before they where to hatch well I think it was a weasel anyway she made a nest up in the oak brush in my back yard and she hid herself good so after a few weeks her and the eggs just up and disappeared no egg shells like before on the first attempt her and the eggs gone. A month after that my daughter, my same brother in law from the prev encounter and myself where heading out to shed horn hunt. My wife calls me to say there is a huge bobcat in our yard, so I told her to shoot it. So she runs out in the front of my house 22 mag in hand and my mom behind her on the phone talking to me. So when my mom and wife get to the front of the yard after locking up the livestock they see this thing disappear behind the rimrock wall that borders my land and my mom still on the phone says "Dustin this isn't a bobcat or mountain lion ".My father is a taxidermist so mom knows what them critters look like. Once myself and my kid and brother in-law get home my wife tells me what she saw it was a tan cat thing with very long legs, no tail, very tall pointy ears but the strangest of them all it had a canine muzzle. I have security cameras around the house but of course it didn't catch that critter. So I set up a trail camera right at the horse water trough that my wife seen it at. So after three days of it being set up we took it down and the images where very hard to explain. It took video of me setting it up of course and my brother in-law testing it out and one of the ducks in the water trough but after that the only thing it videoed was me anytime I walked by it, it had me but not the ducks that swim in there all day long, I saw my kids dancing in front of it and the many deer and elk that we know drink from there hell we got them on my security camera drinking there but not on the game camera. Two days later myself and my brother in law where on my back wraparound porch talking about the next days shed hunting plans when just over his head on top of the rimrock wall under a cedar tree I could see this thing looking at us. So told him I would be right back and went inside grabbed my 223 rifle and stepped out to find it still in the same spot I put the gun up found it in the scope and oh god the face on it ugh I touched my gun off and we heard it hit and it jumped back but once we got up there to where I saw it all I found was blood I never found a body and there has not been anymore animal killings after that."

It looked like somebody was bent over and had their head in the window of the deer blind. It either heard me or smelt me, and he pulled his head out of the tent and stood straight up. And that shocked me. They don't make people that big. The way it moved, almost as if it was gliding across the beach. I've never seen anything move like that in my mouth. life. They were screaming at each other in gibberish. It sounded like a language and they were chuntering away back and forwards, back and forwards, back and forwards. I know what a bear looks like

and there is no way on this planet that what I saw were bears. What's going on now, sir? That son of a bitch is about six foot nine, I don't know. Do you see him now, sir? Yes, I'm looking right in. Uh-uh. Amy Boo, and you are listening to Sasquatch Chronicles. Welcome to the show, everyone. Thanks for being here tonight. Got a great show planned for you tonight. We're going to be talking to Dustin, and Dustin comes to us from Colorado,

and he's had a couple encounters with these creatures in this one particular area. But Dustin's mainly a hunter, and he goes out camping and hiking, and he's going to be talking about some of these encounters, including one with something very different than a Sasquatch that he ran into. If you've had an encounter and you'd like to be on the show, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. And if you get a chance to check out Sasquatch Chronicles.com, you can become a member and get additional shows. Let's jump into it tonight.

I want to welcome Dustin to the show. Dustin, thanks for coming on. Hey, thanks for having me. Yeah, I appreciate you being here, Dustin. And I know we're going to be talking about a lot of different encounters tonight. What I thought we'd do is start with your father, because your father told you about an encounter when you were a little boy. If you wouldn't mind starting with that, and then we'll kind of go in chronological order. Tell us about this incident with your dad.

Well, like I said, I'd never heard this story until two years ago. The weird thing is, is I do have memories of it. Like, I remember the three-wheeler and the pig heads and the barrel. but my daughter was asking my dad why she can't go bear hunting with me. And he explained to her that it's dangerous. And so the story goes is he had, he was babysitting me, mom was at work, and she got held up at work. So back then you could still bait bears with bait barrels in Colorado.

So we headed out to put some pig heads and some, and pig in trails in one of his bait barrels. And we rode the three-wheeler up there. We got there and he hopped off, pulled me off. We went up there and he had put what he could carry at that time in the barrel, and he had sat me off by the tree and told me to stay. And when he turned around, he'd gotten maybe 40 yards back to the three-wheeler. He could hear me screaming.

And he turns around to see, and I'm running down that trail right at him. And at the time, when he told him, daughter the story. He said it was a bear. It came in and was getting into that barrel with me sitting there. And later that evening, I was telling dad, you know, I don't remember any of that. And dad said, well, you're only five. And I'm going to be honest with you. I didn't tell your daughter this, but that was no bear. That was, that was a big foot. It had walked up and took the pig heads out of the barrel. Whether it's seen me or not, we're not sure. I know it saw dad walking down to the four or the three-wheeler and then it just turned around and went on its way and that that would be my

first experience uh with the big foot yeah did your dad tell you any details or anything about what he looked at or what he saw uh dad's kind of the the quiet type uh all i really got out of him is it was taller than him by a long shot and he really just caught the glimpse of the back shoulders in the rear end as it was walking off into the oak brush. But he had two pig heads in each hand, and its hands dwarfed them pig heads. He did say that when we arrived up there, the barrel was tossed up into a tree.

He said he did have to pull the barrel out and set it back where it was supposed to be under his tree stand. But other than that, I didn't get much detail out of that one. No, I understand. I understand. Can you imagine you're a father now being out there and having one of these saints cross path with your kid? I mean, that's terrifying, man. Oh, and dad even said, he's like, I came home. I felt like the worst father ever. Yeah. He's like, I, he just tells himself that that thing didn't see me. But the problem is, is I was never a kid that held still and was quiet. Yeah, I hear you. Well, it's not your dad's fault. You know, you're not expecting to see something like that. You know what I mean?

mean. Oh, yeah. I couldn't imagine something like that happening to my children or my wife. I mean, that's pretty, yeah, that's a sobering event. Yeah, very sobering. Tell me about the incident in 2007. That was the next, next time you've encountered anything like this. Is that correct? Yes. So, I had, I had a rare day off, and I decided to go ride up river on my four-wheeler, and I wasn't going to make anything big out of it. I was just, you know, going out the putt around. I don't even think I had a gun with me. I don't even think I had my day bag. It was just the four-wheeler, my binoculars, and me. And we've got this peak up here that's really, really famous. It's like the highest point you can get in this area. Well, I was about two or three miles from achieving

that trip, and I had stopped to get a drink of water, and I was just sitting there and I was glassing down into this me. And it seemed like everywhere I had gone that day, I kept running into these two dirt bikes. You know, they're doing their own thing. I'm doing my own, but I just can't turn around without running into these guys. So I'm sitting and I'm looking down in that meadow and I could see something black walking down there. And with the naked eye, you could barely make out that, you know, it was moving. My first thought was, holy crap, it's a moose.

We had them up here, but they were very, very rare. I throw the glasses up and I'm looking at it and it is not a moose. It's walking on two feet and it's heading away from me southwest towards the tree line. And looking through the binoculars, because at the time I didn't have very good ones compared to what I have now, it was walking and I want to say it had its arms out off to its side and it was swinging them back and forth. and I shit you not. If you were to be hiding in a bush and it walked by you, you would swear this thing was humming by just the way it was frolicing.

And so I was watching it, and then right above that tree line here came the dirt bikes again. It stops, looks up, I don't know if it was smelling the air, or trying to look up to where it can see those bikes, which it wouldn't have been able to because of the trees. Those bikes go screaming by, it makes an instant 180 and starts running on

two feet, kitty corner of me, I guess we'll say. And then it drops to all fours, which then it just looked like a gigantic lurpy dog running. And then right before it hit the tree line, it did this head tuck barrel roll into the trees. And then that was it. How big do you think it was, Dustin? Well, let me ask you this. How far away from you was it? How big do you think it was?

I want to say it was 400 yards away from me. and with the amount of vegetation we had, I want to say this thing where the grass was on its knees. Like I said, that was a long shot to be watching. I want to say it was close to eight feet. But what I noticed with this one is it wasn't built, like everyone says, and like I've seen myself, it looked very scrawny. But it's like I just can't get the way it ran out of it.

my head. As soon as it hit all fours, that was that was just the weirdest looking thing I'd ever seen. Yeah, did it run kind of like you would see a horse like in full gallop? No, like I said, have you ever seen a Great Dane run? I mean, they are just lurpy. Yeah, yeah. It was lurpy.

And the way it ran on both feet, it didn't swing its arms. It kept its arms straight down and just kind of ran real fast with just its feet and kept its arms at its side, and then it dropped down to all four. and then just got really lurpy and funny looking. Yeah, it's strange to a barrel roll into the woods, you know, that real weird. Yeah, that is what really got me how it, I'll be honest with you, Wes.

I don't know if this one was all there upstairs. Just the way it was kind of meandering out there, I don't know if it was more of a game to it. I mean, I know it didn't see me, and the only reason it took off is because then bikes were screaming by it about 100 yards up above it. Did it change your opinion at all as far as hunting and seeing this? I realize there wasn't any aggression, but just seeing this weird thing out there while you're hunting,

did you kind of give hunting a second thought, or did you not really, didn't bother you one bit? Well, I've always been airy in the timber. I don't like the timber. I mean, I don't spend a lot of time hunting in the timber, but that did put a little bit of a hesitation on me to just, you know, bust out and go wandering. around out there. It actually made me, because in high school, we used to go up to that peak and we would camp. I'll tell you this much, I'll never do that again, and I haven't. So yeah, it makes me a little leery in the timber. I don't stray too far away from my machine or the road. Yeah, I was just kind of curious, you know, and I've heard accounts like that where people see them

and think there's something wrong with them. I think of the account with the old bagged lady. Yes. You know, where the guy said it looked like she was talking to herself. I mean, it just looked like it wasn't there upstairs. That's fascinating, man. Now, in 2013, you ran into something else, didn't you? Not quite a... Yeah, that is actually the one that...

That question you just asked me about, this is the one that changed my life. Not dramatically, but... Yeah, so I'm an avid shedhorn hunter. I love picking up sheds. I'm out about 20 miles north of my property. And to me and my wife at the time, and we were out there picking up sheds all day.

It was a really good day. Now, dad used to take us kids out there, and me and my brother would always call it Slaughter Gulch. Because, I mean, there's just dead deer and elk everywhere, which I understand we have predators, but we would find a lot of dead coyotes, too. So anyways, fast forwarding. I've been going out there since I was a small child.

I took my wife out this particular day, and we were having a really good day. I think the four-holder was loaded down pretty well. We get back to the machine. I want to say it's about 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I was trying to figure out where we're going to go next. And she's like, well, while you do that, I'm going to go wander up this draw over here. And I was like, all right, no big deal. So I'm sitting there, and I opened up a cold one.

one. And I was just sitting on the four wheeler, chewing on some jerky, drinking my beer. And then I looked to the east of me. Now, there's a really nasty wash in this particular spot that even being a grown man, it's almost impossible to walk straight down. And it's a real struggle to climb up the other side. You literally have to walk hundreds of yards just across to get back to where you were. So I'm sitting there and I'm looking across that wash. and there's these two big boulders on the bottom of the hill with a gap in between them. And I see this dark figure in there. And I'm looking at it, and I throw my glasses up to it,

and it looked like the outline of a wolf's head, except for the ears were very, very, very, very pointy. And so I'm looking at it, and it appears to be looking at me, but I can't make anything out on it, and it was only about 200 yards out. I put my glasses down, I look at it again, and then I throw my glasses back up, and I can't find it again. And I was thinking, okay, it's just my imagination. I put them down, my glasses down, and there it is again. I put the glasses back up, and I found it.

And right when I found it started looking, it twitched. I do believe it would have been the right ear facing me. It twitched that ear, and then it turned its head sideways, and you could make out a muzzle. You know, a canine nose. and then it looks right back at me and then it just darts right out in between those two rocks makes about two or three leaps

and then drops right into that wash and that scared the daylights I mean that I went into sheer panic and it scared me so bad that my personality changed what was it about it that made you think it wasn't a normal wolf

and what terrified you so much about seeing it? Well, like I said, the ears weren't right. I mean, they were long and pointy. And what glimpse I got of it jumping out is it had huge shoulders in a small rear end. Now, I don't think it's something that walks on its back feet. I mean, I could be wrong, but it just had huge shoulders in a small rear end. It ain't like timber wolves or coyotes. And it was just, I guess, the aura, that thing was given off.

I mean, it almost looked like it was, I guess, a spirit. You get what I'm saying? I got you. Like unnatural. Yeah, not a flesh and blood. I got you. And the way it, I mean, my wife, I started screaming for my wife, and she came down, and we've talked about it. And she said, you turned into the biggest jerk ever.

And I did. I mean, it just, it scared me so bad that my attitude. went completely backwards. And that whole day, until we got home, I was just, I was physically shaking in the pickup coming home. That is interesting. I mean, there is a lot of accounts where people run into this dog man. And I have had reports in Colorado of it.

And most people will say it's evil and then it's just terror that comes over them. Whether the dog man comes after them or not, it seems like people are just terrified of it. You know, they want nothing to do with it. Yeah. And you don't get that feeling with wolves or you don't really get that, you know, I've seen cougars and you don't get that feeling with a natural animal. Well, like I said in my email, I run lions with hound dogs. I've stood underneath a tray with a pissed off mountain line above me. That ain't scary compared to what this feller did.

I mean, I don't think he wanted anything to do with us the way he just bolted down into that wash. but yeah it was just the aura around this thing just instantly I froze I mean I sheer panic and to this day I still go back there but I avoid that wash it don't feel right down in there I hear you how many years later was your your next sighting or your next encounter trying to think that that's one with the co-worker so that would have been 2007 I do believe or 2006 teen sorry Sorry, 16, yeah. And tell me about what happened in 2016. All right, so I've never really talked about this to anyone. And I had a co-worker. He happened to walk by my company truck one day, and I can't remember, I've got tons of books about Bigfoot.

And I can't remember what book it was laying on my seat. He'd come walking here and he was like, do you believe in Bigfoot? And I was like, well, that depends. And he got to tell me that he believed in him and everything, too. And I was like, oh, okay. So he's the one that actually led me to your website and everything. And he went and bought a side by side, and he brought it to me. And I did a bunch of work to it for him.

And I told him it was ready. And he's like, well, how about I come pick it up and we go ride. So I was like, that'll work out fine. So we head up to one area, upriver, and he brought this military feller with him. and we did some riding and we stopped and we cooked some burgers. And me and him were talking about, you know, Bigfoot the whole time. Well, about 10 o'clock at night, we decided let's start heading back. So on the way up, there's this big meadow with a bunch of natural ponds in it.

And we had stopped to check for tracks because I bear hunt in that area. And there were some bear tracks around the pond. So anyways, we were coming back and there's these, I'm sure you know what water boards are, right? There are dips in the road for the water to run down. I'm in front on my four-wheeler and I've got light pods on it, so it lights a valley up pretty well. And he's behind me with his light bars on. So we can see pretty well. I come into that meadow and I start seeing the pond and I can see eyes down at the pond level and the eyes pick up.

And my first thought was there's a bear drinking. I dropped down into a waterboard. I come up, the eyes stand up to a very high level. I could have been a bear standing up, so I'm still thinking, oh, okay, a bear. I drop into the second waterboard, and as I come up, I'm about 60, 70 yards from it, it takes off running towards a tree line, only the eyes never dropped. And bear can't run on their back feet. So I instantly thought, holy crap.

So my four-woolers in the meadow, I flipped around on the four-wheeler with it still coasting. And I had a big spotlight in my back. I pulled the spotlight out. The four-wler had come to a stop by then. My buddy pulls up next to me and says, what's the deal? And I just said, I shine. And he's like, okay, what's your point? I said tall, I shine, tall running, eye shine.

And he's like, oh, crap, oh, crap. So he bails out, and I get out. And we go walking up to the pond, and I'm spotlighting the tree line. Well, I walk about 40 yards from the tree line, and I hit it. I find this tree, something peaks behind it, and peaks back behind the tree. And then right at that moment, I hear the rack of a pistol behind me. I turn around, and my buddy, he's in full combat mode. He's ready.

He's pulled. He's aiming. And I just look at him and I say, put it away. And he's like, it's just for protection. And I looked at him and I said, put it away. So he puts it down. We look back at the figure. It peeks around the tree at us again.

You can see its hands wrapped around the tree. It hides back behind the tree. I look at my buddy again to say something. When I look back, we catch it running through the trees off into the dark timber. And that was it for that one. What did your buddy say? I mean, what was the conversation? Did he know what it was?

No. He, like I said, he was a skeptic. He instantly said, it's him. You know, that's Bigfoot, which he was all pumped up and he was excited. We get back to the machine and I told the other guy to stay there because he was kind of a handful. As soon as my buddy told him what we were doing, that that feller melted down and freaked out. After that, my buddy got hooked. He wanted, you know, let's go out there, let's bang on trees, let's do this and that.

And I was like, bud, we don't want to do that because you don't know what that knocking noise means. He's like, well, isn't that what you do? I just go out there and hang out. The next day, I did go back up there to that pond. And I'm pretty sure I found the tree. And due to my calculations, I think that thing is about nine foot tall. I went straight. I took plaster of Paris with me and everything for the pond.

but there was cows in that metal, and if he did leave any tracks, they'd been destroyed. Yeah, I hear you. Yeah, that's funny about your friend getting hooked. Did you and him ever go back out again? Yeah, that will actually be my next experience, if you're ready for that one. Okay, so later that fall, me and him had gone out quite a few times. We went back up to that area and never saw nothing again. I decided me and my wife, we try to go do a week-long camping trip.

So we went up to another area here in town. And we were camping. And he was supposed to come hang out. Well, he wound up being two days late. And he showed up one night about 8 o'clock at night. And we ate some supper, and he started hounding me. He's like, let's go for a ride. Let's go for a ride.

And I was like, okay, all right, fine, we'll go. and like I said in email, this guy will not get dirt on his machine. He will drive two miles out of the way to miss a mud puddle. So we're riding up in there, and we get it right there to about the area I had that first sighting in 07. It's dark out. My wife noticed is the first one to notice the smell. And, I mean, it was bad. We just kept going, and we went to where it turns into rock crawling trail, basically.

And I decided, let's turn around. It's too late to be doing this with the machines. So we come back to where that smell was at that intersection in the roads. And we were sitting there just talking. And then we heard two tree knots. So we wandered off into the tree line and we were just standing there. And you could hear commotion below us, weird kind of ultrasonic growling. And then some gibberish.

and then that was it. And we sat there for another hour and didn't hear nothing. We went back to camp, went to bed. The next day I go up and I take them down into that area where that noise was at. And this is during the daylight. And it's really gorgeous in there. There's tons of elk, tons of bear. There's a gigantic creek that the creek actually forks to where you have to cross it twice,

one after the other. So we cross it and we're sitting there and we ate our lunch. I mean, it's just gorgeous country. We're looking around. And my buddy, he had built a Benelli shotgun. He doesn't go anywhere unarmed. And we're getting ready to leave. And he's like, hey, do you think I'd get in trouble if I shot this down here?

I was like, no, I don't see why not. So he shoots a tree, reloads, shoots it again. We load up, we head back up to camp. And then that night, he's just pushing and pushing. He's like, let's go down all the way into the bottom. I want to, I got to know, I got to know. And I was like, all right. So we start riding up there, and I've got my wife on the back of the four-wheeler, and something's not right.

I mean, it is just destroying me. Something is chewing on me about my wife. We can't, we shouldn't do this. We cannot do this. So we get halfway up, and I can't take it anymore. I stop, and I hop off, and I go tell him. I was like, we're not doing this, but this is stupid. There was a lot of commotion down there last night.

We don't know what that is. So he kind of like, all right. all right, you know, we turn around and go back to camp. We get to camp, he ain't given up. He's like, how about just you and me run up real fast? Like, all right. So we leave my four wheeler and my wife at the camper, and I jump in his side by side with him,

and we mosey up there making sure we get nothing on the machine, and we drop into that creek. Now, remember this part, we go to cross the creek, and there in his light bars is an owl sitting on a branch, right over the creek. And that is, it was a gorgeous view. I even took a picture of it. And he creeps across the creek, barely getting any water on that thing,

pulls into where we stopped the day before, and he turns around and parks his machine, shuts everything off, and we get out. And we're talking, and I had opened a beer, and he had lit a cigarette. And he told me, he's like, I'm going to put my phone down, and I'm going to record us sitting here. That way, if we hear anything. And I was like, you're going to, you're pissing in the wind, but this crick is way too noisy.

That's the only thing you're going to pick up. He's like, it's going to have to literally come scream in front of your phone. And so we keep conversating and, you know, we're looking around with our flashlights. He's standing at the back of his machine on the driver's side. And I walk over to the front passenger side to relieve myself. Well, when I'm walking up there, he's like, we got to do whoops. He's like, you need to do a whoop. And I was like, no, let's just see what happens.

because that's all we were doing last night. Well, I couldn't help myself. I'm sitting there doing it, and I let out a really loud whoop. I come back to the side of the machine, and we're talking to each other across the bed of it, and all of a sudden we hear this huge crack of a limb, and we look behind us, and we don't see nothing, and then we go to start talking again,

and then you hear this huge thud land right behind my buddy. and we felt it, I mean, I felt it on the opposite side of that side by side, the vibration in the ground. He turns around to see this huge rock laying right, I mean, how it didn't hit his heels is beyond me. And he just starts screaming, F this, F this, F this, let's go. So he's trying to grab his stuff. I bail into his machine in the passenger side. And now with these K&Ms, you have to have the seatbelt buckled or you don't, get full horse power. So he's fumbling with his seatbelt. So I reach over and start the machine.

And while he's fumbling with his seatbelt, I look out the back of the machine with my flashlight. There's a gigantic blue spruce there. I see this outline of the biggest man I have ever seen. I don't even think I could touch both ends of his shoulders with my hands extended out. my buddy looks over, sees that too, white eyes shine, and he just punches the gas. And he hit both them creeks, and I'm not joking, it was a wall of water. We go screaming up out, and it's a nasty, switchy, windy road to get down in there. He is flying up there, barely keeping that machine on the road. And we're finally getting halfway up, and I had to tell him, dude, you need to calm down,

or you're going to roll us down this mountain and we'll be at that thing's feet. So he finally calms down and we're sitting there. And the whole time he's screaming out there, they're not supposed to be real. They're not supposed to be in Colorado. This was supposed to be horse crap. I was supposed to never see anything. Now two outings in a row were running into him. Fast forward, he calms down.

We get home, our back to the camper. He's so freaked out, he's not, he didn't stay. He loaded up his stuff and he went home. I told my wife what happened. and I went to, well, I didn't go to bed. It had me, but I was mad that I actually finally got to see this thing up close and I took off running. But once I got to thinking about it, you know, it probably was a good idea. And I think that's why I had that feeling about my wife being with me.

Because if she would have been there, it would have been on the four-wheeler and there would have been two machines scrambling to get out of there. And I think something bad would have happened. Yeah, that's scary, man. I mean, does it concern you at all going out? there. I mean, do you ever have a moment like, I think we're playing with fire? Yes. After that moment right there. You know, this is stupid. I've always gone and road at night. You know, there's less people. You know, you just go out there and you hear the sounds. But I went back to the next day. It, it bothered me. I needed answers. So I left my wife at

the camper. She was going to work on her son tan or do something. And I went up and I went to the exact spot. I found the rock west. I could barely roll it. And that rock wasn't there the day before because we would have hit it turning around. And it was right next to his tire because you can see the peel out marks. I walked underneath that tree. I found the limb it broke. I couldn't reach it. That limb had to have been 12 foot tall. Like I said, this tree is huge. If you walked up and looked at this tree. It's just huge. He was the size of the tree. The shoulders on this guy was unreal.

But with him and the one at Millic Creek, there was no smell. Yeah, the smell seems to be kind of random. You know what I mean? It seems like sometimes people smell it. Sometimes they don't. And there's really no rhyme or reason behind it that I can find anyway. I'm wondering if it's a self-defense thing. Could be. And after I was investigating and I was sitting down there,

they're thinking, I think the reason this happened is because we were down there earlier that day and he'd shot the piss out of that tree. I have a feeling this fellow was down there when we were down there during the daylight and he recognized us whether it was our smell or voices, whatever. And when he saw us come back down that night, he's like, no, because he didn't even give us time to do anything. Yeah, one question I wanted to ask you, when you were there with your wife and you were talking about the gibberish, did it sound like the Sierra sounds? Yes. I have the Sierra sounds, and I played them for my buddy at work one day. I said, dude, I found the noises. And only they weren't as loud. They were more distant off. And I played him for him. He went instantly white. He even said that they, yeah, they matched them almost perfectly. They weren't as long. It was just a couple clicks and clacks and chatters. And then that was it. Like I said, I don't know if they were hunting because the commotion didn't last that long. and it wasn't us scaring them off because we weren't making any noise.

Did you and your buddy ever go out again, or was he pretty much done at that point? No, we got to hand it to the guy. He still wanted more answers. So, yeah, we did go out. We went out a couple more times, didn't find anything. And then the last time we went out, we took, I had gone and bought my own machine, my own side-by-side, and I'd set it all up for this. And so we had took it out, and I had my youngest brother-in-law with me.

and he don't say much on a normal day. And we went back up where we had the first encounter. And I went up and I showed my brother-in-law, you know, we walked him through that night. And further up, we noticed that the Forest Service had been digging up the water holes in the ponds. I mean, they had totally destroyed them. And so I was getting a little pissed because, you know, there's going to be no water to hunt off of this year.

Well, we get to the one big pond, and it was three ponds, and they had tore them all up into one pond. And we stopped, we were looking, and then that's when we found a track. Okay, so I've got pictures of the track. We were measuring the track. One foot was messed up. It had no toes. It was the foot outline, but there was no toes on it. The other foot had toes.

So we measured those. I covered them up to plaster of parish them, you know, later that next night. And we're wandering around, and in the middle of this pond that they had dug out, there's this huge log laying in there. And it's broken half. And it wasn't,

my buddy and my brother-in-law couldn't even, they could barely pick this log up. And it wasn't drug in there. We found the other half of the log, and I have pictures, and it was about, I don't know, 30 feet. So something had gone in there and was pissed off and was throwing a tantrum about what they were doing to those ponds. So we decided to sit up on top of that pond that night.

And we're just sitting there and we're just talking, having a good time. And the coyotes start going off. And so we're listening to the coyotes. Well, my buddy goes over there and slaps on a tree. All of a sudden, we hear this howl. And our first thought was a wolf. They're not supposed to be up here, but, you know, they are. The coyotes keep going, and then that howl goes off again and ends in a weird growl.

And it totally shut the coyotes up. And then we heard a tree knock, answer us back, and then that's when we decided we better head out. But it had scared my brother-in-law so bad that he wasn't the same either. But he's not used to this stuff. But he actually didn't really say a word for a couple days. Even all the way out, he wouldn't talk. And that's my last experience with my coworker. We actually never got a chance, because our schedule's changed,

we never got a chance to go out together again. Yeah, you've got to be careful, man. I know the curiosity, but there's also that moment of, you know, you're kind of playing with fire a little bit. But I understand completely wanting to go back out and try and get answers for it. Tell me about your last incident. Now, this was last year, wasn't it? Yeah, the one at my house.

Okay, so I, like I said in my email, I have a really nice flock of chickens and ducks. And we had one mallard hen that was hatching chicks. Her first attempt ended horribly, a weasel got to him. So her second attempt, she did it up in the oak brush behind my house. And she was well hidden. and she just disappeared one day, eggs and all. I mean, there was no sign of nothing. Well, a couple days later, my same brother-in-law was out,

and we were heading up to go horn hunting in that area I told you about earlier, and my wife calls, and you can tell there's commotion going on in the background, and she's telling me, there's a bobcat in the yard, there's a bobcat in the yard. I was like, well, shoot it. And she's like, okay. So she grabs my 22 mag and she's heading outside and at this time my mom has the phone. And all of a sudden you can hear my mom say, my wife's name, that isn't a bobcat. I don't know what that is.

And then she's telling me, she's like, Dustin, this ain't a bobcat. I was like, well, what isn't? She's like, I don't know. Because at first they thought it was a bobcat. But when it was walking through the yard, it was completely tan. it had a black muzzle with an actual, not a cat's nose, it had a dog's nose, pointy ears, absolutely no tail and very, very long legs. And it just kind of wanted off in the yard and walked around the rimrock wall.

And so I was, okay, I'll deal with that when I get home. We get home, and I hear the whole story over again. They take me outside, they show me where it happened. My dogs had a horrible, I've got a red healer cat of, hula and if you know anything about a healer they're the toughest little dog out there he was even cowardly he he wasn't he avoided going outside there was just something about this critter that they didn't like so i decided to set a camera trap up over the horse trough now our ducks are in that horse trough all day long so i set the

camera trap up i got footage of me setting it up my brother-in-law testing it out. You know, I had them walk 10 yards in front of it. The ducks in there. And then after that, the only time that camera ever activated was when I walked by. I had seen my daughters out there dancing in front of it. I never picked those up. So we came to town one day, and I was getting some parts from my pickup.

And the lady that works at the parts store lives down the road for me. and she had been buying chickens from me, and she asked me what, if I had any ready to be sold this spring? And I told her no, and I said, and at this rate we got some strange critter running around that's eating on my ducks.

And then she started saying, you know, she's like, oh my God, is this what it looked like? And she explained it to me. And I was like, that's what I was told it looked like.

And she's like, I saw that thing in the middle of the day walking down the highway. It did not care that I drove by. And she came and told the sheriff's department, and I guess a DOW agent was driving out there, and he even saw it. And it matched everyone's description. This thing had a nose, and it had canines that you could see. Super, super long legs.

So fast forward a couple days. You know, she told me that the DOW was looking at. People were saying it was a chippocabra or whatever. No, it's not that. So I'm sitting on the back porch with my brother-in-law. I'm drinking a beer. He's drinking a root beer. And we're talking about tomorrow's adventure.

And in my backyard, I've got this 12-foot rock wall, rim rock wall, that runs north to east. And right over his head, there's a big cedar tree my kid's playing on top of that hill. Right above his head, I see the ugliest thing I've ever seen underneath that tree looking at us. and it had protruding teeth. You could see its teeth. It didn't have the muzzle as big as everyone was saying, but it definitely had a longer nose than a cat and the pointy ears. And it's just staring at me.

So I told my brother-in-law, I said, I'll be right back. Just sit here. Walked in, I grabbed my two, two-three. I come walking back out. He didn't know that thing was there. And I walked right in between him and my chair, stepped out in the yard, threw that gun up. As soon as I found its face in the...

scope, I touched it off. And I hit it. And it went flumbling backwards and I hurried up and went up there to look for it. I must have not made a good shot because I did lose it. But there was blood and there was tracks and they were cat tracks. There was no protruding claws. Like I said, I looked at this thing through my scope and I don't know what this thing was. And I mean, I don't know even know what I could compare it to. And the size alone on it, don't make, there's a fox. I don't know if it's extinction. in South America that has got really, really long legs. And that's what everybody kept comparing this thing to, except for it didn't have a tail. Yeah, bizarre, man. That's really bizarre.

And when you looked at it through the face, it wasn't canine? Or did it look at? No, no, it almost had a pig face. That's where we're heading at. The nose was almost pig-nosed. Yeah, it looked like a pig. But the body was no pig. So strange.

Yeah. And a 223, I mean, you're talking about something the size of a bobcat. You think you would have killed it no matter where you hit the thing. You know what I mean? Oh, yeah, you put a 223 in a bobcat. You're blowing a heck of a hole. The fur buyer ain't going to be happy with you. Yeah, that's what I mean.

I mean, you think it would have dropped dead right there. Yeah. Very strange. Has anyone seen it since? Nope. People were losing goats. Like you said, chickens. I do believe a dog was lost, but we do have a lot of coyotes.

No, that thing went totally MIA after that. Yeah, bizarre, man. And I know you live out in the middle of nowhere. You're not off-grid, but you practically are off-grid, you know. Yeah. Let me ask you this, Dustin, and I appreciate you taking the time to share all of your encounters. What do you think that Sasquatch is? What's kind of your opinion?

Oh, I, oh, here we go. I do believe he's a living, breathing animal. I mean, he bleeds, he eats, he sleeps. My thing is, and I know a lot of people aren't for this, like I said, I have two Native American locals, and they have taught me as if I was their own, if you know what I mean. And the big one has been in their legend from the beginning of time.

They do believe they can step dimensions. And part of me says, I kind of agree with that. And the only reason I say that is their stories match ours. You know, 100 years ago, they were having the same issues we're having. Of course, theirs were a little more violent and different. But they do believe that they can step dimensions. And I don't know if you've ever heard of him. He's passed away since then.

J.C. Johnson? Oh, yeah, I knew J.C. You knew it? Yeah, very nice, man. Oh, yeah. I emailed him once. He wanted to come out and see what I had going on, and then he passed away. But anyways, they were on the Navajo. He lived on the Navajo Reservation, and they were tracking one, I guess, one day through the snow.

And they tracked it for about 200 yards, and out of nowhere, those tracks disappeared. And that's kind of where I'm on. I do think that these guys can jump time, maybe. I'm not sure because if we can't kill them, I mean, we've got guns big enough to kill them. Now, granted, they are scarce and, you know, it's more of a right time, right place kind of a situation. But I think there's a little more to them than just flesh and blood. That's my opinion. Yeah, that's a fair answer.

It's a fair answer. I think that they are flush and blood too, but there is something very off about them. There is something not right about them. And I can't, I'm with you. I can't quite put my finger on what, you know, and the natives do talk about that. I mean, the native, depending on the tribe you talk to, it's a lot like the Bigfoot World. People say it's flush and blood, that's it. Some people say they'll kill you.

Some people say they're their friendly forest giant. Some people say they'll jump dimensions. And if you look at the Bigfoot world, it's a lot like the native tribes and how they think. It really depends on the tribe you talk to. answer you're going to get. Well, and I had one more experience that I didn't put in the email, and this one was one of my fathers. Now, if you've got time for it.

Yeah, of course. I feel like this one. So this was early 80s. They were living in Denver at the time, and his truck broke. So he took Mom's car to come back up over here to go bow hunting. So he met up with two of his buddies. They loaded him up in their pickup. And back then, you used to be able to get a pickup in there.

Now you can't. I can barely get my side by side down in there, which makes this really secluded country. And he was telling me the story. He actually took me down in there that day. We rode all the way down in there. And we were standing in his old hunting camp. Their TP poles are still there. Their picnic table is still there.

Anyways, so his two buddies brought him down in. they set up camp, they had to head back out to go work in the oil field for two more days. Well, one of their other buddies was supposed to come down that night. So dad sets up camp, has a fire, he's sitting there chilling. Well, he goes to go to bed, and he's laying in there, and he can hear something walking down through the willows and the oak brush. And this thing is not trying to be quiet at all, but it's big. and then it hits the road and it's walking down the road

and there's a part at Dad's camp where you stop on the road you can look directly down at his camp but you have to keep going down the road to drive up well this thing was stopped right there in the clearing looking down at Dad's camp and Dad said it sounded like this thing was talking so his first thought was his other buddy's coming in he's probably drunk and probably rolled his Bronco coming in

So he figured it was his buddy. Well, this thing comes stumbling down into the brush to camp. And Dad's just laying there listening. And it starts rooting through the stuff he had had set out. And then it's rooting around the fire. And it is talking, but it makes no sense. And I showed him the Sierra noises and he never, he, he didn't bat an eye. So I don't know if it sounded like them or not.

But anyways, it sounded like a really, really drunk man trying to have a conversation. So this thing is just having cane, flipping things around, root-in-toot, and dad's laying in his tent, and he yells, he didn't have a pistol. He only had a bow. He yells, hey, and this thing stops. It gets dead silent. It comes up to the tent. It starts walking around the tent. And that's when he knew it wasn't his buddy, and it was huge.

this thing right above his head on the tent it looked like someone took a finger and pushed on the top of the tent Dad watched it come down into the tent and then there's noise up on the hill and something else is babbling at this thing this thing pulls its finger off the tent makes a couple grunts, snorts

and then starts walking up to the other one making noise dad hunted down there his buddy's shut up He never told him about it. That one buddy that he figured was drunk wound up staying there the longest. He had something happened to him, and his was more in the line of something through an elk gut pile up in a tree. He'd never go back down in there again.

Well, Dad got home. He's going through his stuff. He had to pull his tent out to dry it. And he noticed right where that thing had pushed on the tent, there was a half-moon cut in it. and it was almost the size of two of Dad's fingernails put together. So he's pretty sure that was the fingernail that cut it. But yeah, he told me all about that.

And then he used to tell me that there was trees pushed over on them all the time down in there. Well, we're driving out of there. There was no wind this day. And we come up, and we're both on our four-wheelers, we come to this big, I don't know, six-inch aspen tree, green as hell, laying across the road. there was no wind the tree was not rotten we stopped and I was sitting there thinking

oh that's strange I could see it all over my dad's face he was panicking I mean he was so shucking up that he struggled to start his chainsaw and he's diabetic so I figured that's what we were having is low blood sugar

and so I took the chainsaw from and I cut the he sat on that four wheeler and as soon as I got that tree out of the way he just took off just kind of left me standing there Okay, so I threw my saw on the back of him or on the back of my machine and we met up on top and he's like, sorry I took off on you. I don't like it down there. I was like, it's just a tree.

He's like, son, there was no wind. And every time we'd hunt down in here, we had to reopen the trail just to get out of here. It's like, that's why I don't come down here anymore and I don't want you down there. And I've never gone down there again. Yeah, I appreciate you sharing that story. And you hear about accounts like that. I mean, people where they'll go down a trail and then turn around, come back, and also there's a tree there.

And it's never a dead tree. It's always, it seems like a tree that shouldn't be there. What do you make of that behavior? Do you think that they're blocking you in, or do you think that they're, because I've often wondered about that. I'm not sure about that, to be honest with you. I have been on top of that, Ridge. I mean, I kind of disobeyed Dad a little bit, and I went back in there at Littleways.

there is just a buttload of structures in there. I don't know if they're trying to block you in or not. I mean, like you said, we had no experience of nothing in there that day, no smell, no nothing. But in all these areas I've been going to that I've been telling you about, I mean, it takes weeks to clear the trails back open in the wintertime. I just think they don't want us in there at all. And it didn't used to be like, like Dad said, it wasn't like this in the 80s. early 90s because people couldn't get back that far. You know, and you try to get back there on a three-wheel, you wind up killing yourself because, you know, it's a three-wheeler.

But now it's just getting way worse, and I think that it was just their way of telling us to stay out, to be honest with you. But in that area, you find five or six trees wedged in between two trees, and there is nowhere that those five or six trees fell from. And I think that's, I think that, I think that's a pretty territorial ground right there, to be honest with you. Because there's a lot of structures and stacked rocks, all sorts of stuff like that. Yeah, be careful in those areas, man. Be real careful in those areas because you never quite know the one you're going to run into. And hopefully that gun, whatever weapon you have on you is going to be enough. You know what's odd is in Colorado, I don't really get a whole lot of super-growing.

aggressive encounters for whatever reason. I mean, they do happen. Don't get me wrong. But what I'm saying is you don't generally get in Colorado to really, you know, it's coming for you like you do in Texas or you do in some of these other states where they seem to be way more aggressive and way more ready to kill you. You don't get that so much in Colorado. I mean, they might scare you, throw stuff at you, growl at you, roar at you. But for the most part, most encounters I hear in Colorado, they seem to get up and just kind of want to leave. You know, they just leave the area. That's what I've noticed with me. Like you said, you've got to be careful. All my experiences, like I said in my email, I just kind of go my way and they go theirs. And that's why I was telling my buddy to put that gun away.

I've always had, I've got a 45 that I carry. I've always had that on me. I've never, I'll be honest with you, Wes, the only time I've ever pulled that gun on self-defense towards an animal, or towards an animal was on an alope. You know, I've never had the desire to point my gun at it because, like I said, they know what that is. And if you walk into someone's backyard and point a gun at them,

what are they going to do to you? Or if you just walk in and say, oh, I'm not supposed to be here and turn around because I do get nervous bear hunting. And the only thing I carry is a 270 or a 30-30. But, yeah, like you said, they don't seem to be as aggressive as down in Texas for sure. I was looking on the BFRO website, just because, because you had a feller, I think he was the pot grower in Canada. Oh, yeah.

He was saying that they had that Google Earth where they marked everything. The BFRO did, all the sightings. And I just wanted to look into that. There actually was, they had a documented report of someone reported Sasquatch on my mountain right behind my house. But, I mean, that's off the subject. I couldn't get the pinpoint things to work. But they just, yeah, like I said, they don't seem as aggressive. And I don't know if it's a species thing, a territorial thing.

I mean, we're some pretty thick timber up here. So I think they feel like they don't have to be hassled or they're not as hassled enough to want to fight back every time they see a feller. Yeah, and that could be it. I mean, you could be on to something right there. There's a lot of open land. They can kind of just leave. When I was in Texas, it's kind of patched. Like you'll come in, what I mean by that is there'll be a lot of people in one area and then

nothing for miles. And then all of a sudden you'll come up on a little town and there's a bunch of little houses in there. And then same thing. It'll be nothing. And so I think they get caught into these little, I don't know if patches is the right word, but you know what I mean? Yeah. It's not just open land that can take off. And, you know, Texas is open. Don't get me wrong. But I think that could be, you could be on to some. as far as the aggression, you know, they're kind of crammed into areas. Yeah. And we got to consider food.

I mean, I know there's stuff to eat in Texas, but we've got just a vegetation supply up here is unreal compared to, like, Western Texas. Food, we've got plenty. I mean, there's nothing but sheep branches up here. And, you know, sheep's pretty easy to pick up and run off with. And like you said, too, cover. They're not, they might not feel as pressured here, but down at the, you know, Texas, they're hungry, they're hot, and they don't have anywhere to go. So there's, you know, survival of the fittest, I guess, is what I'm getting at. Yeah, it could be, could be.

Well, I really appreciate you coming on, Dustin. I really enjoyed hearing your encounters, and I enjoyed chatting with you, man. Thank you so much for taking the time. Yeah, and definitely keep it up. It's nice to be able to go somewhere and actually be able to talk to someone and not have to worry about them, be like, oh, this guy's full of crap, you know. it's nice to be able to speak about your experiences and your opinion without being judged. Yeah, I appreciate the kind of words, and I appreciate it coming on, Dustin. Thank you again. Yeah, thanks for having me. And that's it for tonight, everyone. Remember, if you've had an encounter, shoot me an email.

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