Sasquatch Chronicles - SC EP:968 We Saw The Creature And It Was Gigantic

Episode Date: July 2, 2023

Lisa writes "I was 10 or 11 when it came up behind our house. I was in my bed and the window was open above my head. My mother was in the bathroom just finishing a shower and the bathroom window was open as well. The bathroom was next to my bedroom. I heard something walking outside that sounded like a man walking, breaking sticks and crunching leaves as it walked. It came close enough to my bedroom window that I could hear it breathing. It was a raspy deep guttural breathing not only on exhale, but also on inhale. I became frozen in place, terrified out of my mind. Just paralyzed with fear. I couldn't speak or scream or move or anything. I'm not even sure I was breathing. My mom came running out of the bathroom yelling at me to get out of bed. I couldn't answer her and I could hear the fear in her voice. She managed to come into my room and grab my leg and jerk on me while she said she avoided looking at the window. I guess that broke my paralysis and she managed to half drag me out of the bed and we ran into the hallway. Just as we were trying to explain to my grandmother what was happening, something hit the back of the house really hard. It shook the whole house. My grandmother got her gun and we huddled together in the kitchen. The kitchen had a small window not really big enough to see anything out of that might be in the backyard, so we eased our way into the dining room where a larger window was. At this time, they were thinking someone was trying to break into the house, maybe knowing only 2 women and a young girl were there. We tried to look out the big window, but it was pitch black and we couldn't see anything, which didn't make sense because there was always a light out by the driveway that would illuminate the back and front yard at least a little all the time. As my grandmother and my Mom were commenting on that, something moved away from the window sideways. At that moment, we all realized that we couldn't see anything out of the window because this huge hairy thing was standing in front of it blocking the entire window! Now just imagine that feeling! We were freaked out! And even thinking back on this gives me chills every time I tell this to anyone. This big hairy thing was inches from our faces and we had no idea! Anyway, as it moved from center to the left of the window, back toward my bedroom, we saw that it was gigantic and covered in brown hair. I don't remember the remainder of the night except that I slept in my mother's room and the following day we moved my bed away from the window to the other side of the room. The breathing I will never forget. It has left a scar on me since that night. I guess it is a form of childhood PTSD. Though that term didn't even exist back then. I never want to be that close again, but I gotta know exactly what that was, you know?"     I will also be speaking with Alan.  Alan and his father were hunting in Colorado. This incident took place in 1975, Alan and his father were awaken to their truck being rocked from side to side. To this day Alan's father will not speak about what he saw. In 2015 Alan was in Washington State and he describes this strange vocal he heard while fishing and everyone in the area left because of fear.  

It looked like somebody was bent over and had their head in the window of the deer blind and 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 that big. The way it moved, almost as if it was gliding across the beach. I've never seen anything moves like that in my 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 forward.

I know what a bear looks like and there is no way on this planet that what I saw were bears. What are you reporting? Jesus Christ, you bet. Everybody. Karen, see them. Hello. Get somebody out here. What's going on now, sir?

That sort of a bitch is about six foot, nine. I don't know. Do you see him now, sir? Yes, I'm looking right at him. Uh-uh. This is Brian from Ohio. Oh, H. Ohio!

And you're listening to... The Saguatch podcast in the whole universe. Sasquatch podcast. Welcome to the show, everyone. Thanks for being here tonight. Kind of a great show plan for you. We're going to be chatting with Lisa. And Lisa comes to us from Louisiana.

And growing up, she had this very scary encounter. Her mother was there. Her grandmother was there. And this creature approaching her window. And I have a feeling there was more going on there than just this one incident. We'll also wrap up the show with Alan. And Alan had a terrifying encounter when he was a boy back in 1975 in Colorado. and a recent incident that happened here in Washington.

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 Lisa to the show. Lisa, thanks for coming on. Thank you for having me. Yeah, and you had a very scary night out there on this property in Louisiana, and I know we're going back many years and you were 10, 11 years old when this happened.

Prior to this incident that we'll get to where this creature came up to your window, was there anything else going on the property around this time? Was anyone reporting anything strange going on? Okay, well, let me give you a little geographic first, because this isn't a small, town population right now is like 150 and it was way less back then. There is an area. We lived in Lisbon, Louisiana, which the woods behind our house met up to an area called Middle Fort Bottom. And that is part of the Cassatchee National Forest.

But anybody that's been to Middle Fort Bottom knows what I'm talking about when I say those woods were dark even in the daylight, you know. And so a lot of people didn't like going. anyway, but when I was about nine years old, my mom and dad got divorced and we ended up moving in with my grandmother and my grandfather, which was there at the place in Lisbon. I remember the first thing was my grandmother telling me not to go past the cattle guards. And we had a small road that it was dead end. It led to nothing but an old oil well pump, probably a quarter to a half mile long. and on that it had two cattle guards.

There was the first one. A second one was right where the woods started. I think the reason she told us that was because she had been hunting. My mom, my grandmother, my aunt, they were all big deer hunters. She had been hunting and she was up on a hill and she was listening to what she thought was a buck. And it was behind a thicket. She stooped down and got her gun ready and she was waiting on it to come out. and she kept hearing it snorting, snorting.

It didn't come out, but what did happen was something screamed at her so loud, scared her so bad. She tumbled down the heels. She hurt herself, scared herself up, and, you know, I think my mom was kind of like, thought it was funny, but not, you know. But after that, they told us never go past, and it was me and my sister would come to visit because she lives with my dad. she told us to never go past the second cattle guard. Well, we were kids, you know, we were like, well, let's just, let's just go down here anyway. That's what kids do. So we did.

We headed down that way and we went across the second cattle guard. We started towards where the wooded area was and we started smelling something. My sister, who was about three years older than me, she had her best friend with her at the time and they both decided something's dead around here. You know, that's what it smelled like, basically, was something dead. And we thought maybe it's a cow because, you know, there were some cows over not far away. And we thought, well, maybe a cow's wandered over and there's a dead cow. So we were like, we just blew it off and we started walking. But like the next few steps towards the wooded area, something growled at us from the edge of the woods from our left.

And it was a deep guttural growl. And we didn't know what it was. We took off running to the house. Of course, we told our mom, and we got in trouble for going past cattle guard. Actually, she told us not to. But anyway, we never knew what that was, and they didn't tell us, you know. Well, a little while later, my granddad passed away. It was just me and my mom and my grandmother that still lived there.

And one night, my grandmother freaked out because she said this big black man, was standing outside our front, well, it was a side porch. We had room built on the side that we had built a porch on and faced the driveway. And she said there's a big black man out there that is staring through the sliding glass door. So she called the cops. Of course, by the time the police got there, you know, where we lived, it took them 30 minutes to get there. And whatever it was, was long gone. So then, anyway, my mom had remarried and my stepdad was a truck drive.

robbers, so he was not there a lot either. He worked nights. But I remember one day while he was there, we went down to the area where the growl had growled at us before. And while we were walking around in there, we found this. It looked like a shelter like a hobo, a homeless person had built. There was an old big log, not log, but stump, with a rotted out area. under the bottom that had been dug out and then these vines

had been like put up over the front of it and we thought well there's a hobo living here you know back here behind our house and but then we noticed that there was a pile of bones they were small like bird bones

and then a pile of feathers one on each side of it like something had it sat there and picked the feathers off of something and laid them in a nice neat little pile over here, and then these bones were picked clean, and they were laying in a nice little pile on the other side. Well, they didn't make any sense, because, you know, even a hobo is not going to eat a raw bird or whatever, but anyway, that was kind of weird.

But we did have chickens, and I do not recall whether or not any ever came up missing, but we also had a large garden and it had watermelons. And the watermelons were always disappearing. And of course, me and my sister and my cousin, we used to get accused of stealing the watermelons out of the garden. And we never did. So I don't know what was taking the watermelons. But then one night I was laying in my room.

And we had the windows open all around the house, just the screens because, you know, when it's cool, you take advantage of that. You turn your air conditioner or whatever off and you just have your windows open. And my room was in the back of the house. The next room over there was the bathroom. And my mother was in the bathroom taking a shower. And I started hearing something walking in the backyard. And you could hear it taking steps, you know, step, step.

And it was breaking limbs. and, you know, crunching the leaves as it would step. And it got so close to my window that I could hear this breathing. And I could not for the life of me figure out what I was hearing because it was deep and it was almost like a big football player or some big guy with asthma or something. And it was breathing in heavy and it was breathing out just as heavy, you know. And I was terrified.

I literally was paralyzed in fear. I could not move. I could not talk. I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything. My mother was, like I said, in the next room in the bathroom. And we had a window in there as well. It was one of those old style.

You had the little knob that you turned in the window just, you know, kind of wound out. and apparently she had heard something too. She comes running in my room and she starts yelling at me. Lisa, get up, get up, get up, come here. And I can't. I can't move. I can't tell her why I can't move. And I can tell she's stared, you know.

And I just, I can't get my body to do what my brain's telling it to do. And I can't even tell if I was breathing at that time. But my mother, she got up the nerve to come into me. my room enough to grab my foot at the foot of the bed and yank on me. And when she did, I guess it kind of broke my fear because she was there. And I jumped up and we ran out in the hall together. Of course, my grandmother's rooms across the mine. She's coming out going, what's going on, what's going on. Well, while we're trying to tell her, something hit the back of the house with such force and it was loud and it just, you know, it shook the windows. And immediately,

my grandmother thinks someone's trying to break in the house. She runs to get her gun. And we all go into the kitchen because it's the next room down on the back of the house. But the window is so small. You can't see anything out the kitchen window. Plus the sinks in the way. You know, so we went on to the dining room, which was the next room over. And it had a big window.

We were all three up at the window trying to look out to see if we could see anything. And you couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. You could see nothing. and that didn't make any sense because my granddad had had a shop before he died where he worked on cars and he had put a light out there and he had shined it towards our side porch where it lit up both the backyard and the front yard with a little bit of light, you know, at all times. But this night, that light wasn't on. We couldn't figure out why that light was not on. well as we're standing there and they're discussing why is it so dark and where's the light and something moved away from the window to the left.

It moved sideways away from the window from the center to the left. And when it did, we could see that it was something huge and it was covered in hair, brown hair. Of course, we all freaked out. You know, we jumped back from the window and, you know, at this time we're realizing why we couldn't see anything is because this big thing is blocking the entire window. And at the time, we had no idea what we just saw. We didn't know. I don't remember the remainder of that night. I remember being so scared.

And even my mom and grandmother were so, they were scared. I don't know what my grandmother did, but my mom and me sat up. most of the night in her room. I slept with her, and then the next day, I know we moved my bed away from the window where it would no longer be with my head under the window, because there's no way I could sleep back in there again after that. That was bad in itself. But not long after that, on a day that my stepdad was home, we decided to go squirrel hunting

in Middle Fort Bottom. at this time he was not really you know he knew something scared us but he was not really believing us that's um but he decided to take me squirrel hunting so we went to middle fort bottom and we were in there for a little while and it started to get you know towards dark

I think you call that dusk but um it started to get dust and he started thinking oh we better get back to the car but he had gotten lost and he wasn't sure where we were, where we were. So we started walking, and as we were walking, we started noticing something was following us, it was like paralleling us in the woods. And when we stopped, it would stop.

And he'd say, let's go, and we'd go a little ways, and it would start following us again. And it did that a few times, and, you know, I could tell he was a little shook up, but he just kept saying, let's just keep going. Well, at one point when we stopped, something let out a scream that I would say sounded like a tornado siren mixed with a sick cow or a cow getting butcher or something like that. It was very loud and it was like right there. Well, it scared me and I asked him.

I said, what is that? He said, oh, don't worry about it. It's just cow. but I could tell he was scared. Anyways, it continued to follow us out of there until we finally found our way out and we got back to the car. Luckily before it got dark, we went on home. Well, he still doesn't, you know, he still didn't know what that was and he didn't really talk about it afterwards. But after that, I was sitting out on the porch with my grandmother.

and I had gone inside for some reason. I don't remember why I came back out. She's all hysterical hollering. Did you see that? Did you see that? I said, did I see what? She's like, there's a thing that just walked across the pasture down there and it stepped over the barbed wire fence and kept going. She said it never stopped.

And, you know, my grandmother was one of those that was, you know, she would stretch things every now and then I'll say. So, you know, we didn't know whether to believe her or not. But the next day, we did go down there to where she said she saw this thing. And sure enough, there were huge footprints down there. And you could see where it had came over the fence and had stepped in the ditch right over the fence. And the next footprint was in the road on the far side, the far lane. and it was a dirt road. So you could see those two steps, but they were three-toed.

They weren't like everybody else's, you know, that I've heard of. They only had three toes, but they look like a normal human footprint. But with a human missing two toes, but they were scattered across the top of the foot, just like it had always had three toes. You know, there weren't any missing. It just only had three toes. And there were several of these footprints on down the road, down by the well, and it was pretty, pretty, I want to say, like, clay down there. So it was easy to leave footprints.

So it had left some pretty good footprints, but there was like five foot in between the prints. And it had even stepped on this soft rock and had left an imprint in this rock. and I remember, you know, my mom going, what can do that and what weighs that much, you know? And so she called a few people, and especially my uncle was like, yeah, I can tell you what it is. I know everything that's out in the woods. I'll come over and take a look at him. So he came over, and we took him down there. He took one look and said, I don't know what the heck that is.

So we found some hair on the top bar. wire of the fence where it had stepped over and it smelled real bad. It was like, I want to say five inches long. It was somewhere between four and six inches. So I'm going to say five inches long. Smelled really bad and was brown in color. It felt like fishing line, like real coarse. We didn't know what any of that stuff was. And we didn't know for years what any of this was. And not long after that, my stepdad had a hiding of his own and quit his job that night and decided that we needed to move from where we were living. Yeah, it's terrifying, especially back then because you don't really know what's going on.

And I've heard that breathing before. And when I first heard it, I thought it was a sick bear, which, you know, didn't bring me any comfort because, I mean, it's not going to go well if it's a sick bear. but it's just how you described. It would breathe in just as hard as it would breathe out. That breathing I will never forget. It will never leave my mind. And it scared me worse than the scream that I heard.

The breathing was worse for me. I don't know why. Yeah, I mean, it's scary to hear. I mean, I think if you're not terrified, there's probably something wrong with you. And, you know, especially it's at your back window. What did your stepfather see? Well, he was driving a truck.

He was hauling oil. The company he worked for was called Beau Gray. I don't even know if they exist anymore, but he had gone one night just across Arkansas, a Louisiana line up into Arkansas. And he was making a, I don't know if he was dumping or loading. Either way, he had the hose that the hose hooked up to the truck. And he was sitting in the cab of the truck doing some paperwork. And he had the headlights on, and he looked up from his paperwork,

and he could see something that he said was about nine foot tall, standing behind this to the side of this tree, but where the branches were coming over in front of it, it reached up and pulled the limb down to like its chest area, and he could see the face, said it scared him so bad. He took off and he quit his job. Of course, later I discovered he didn't. quit his job. He got fired. Well, I think

both. I think both he quit and he got fired, but he took off with the hose still attached to the truck. I found out years later, he would have gotten fired anyway had he not quit. But after he got home, he would not go back outside. Even in the daylight, he would go back outside. He was scared. Didn't say anything for the first few days after he came home about what happened just that he quit his job.

It wasn't long after that, maybe a month or two. He taught my mom into moving into town, into another town, and so we moved up there. But something scared him bad enough that he quit or he ran off with the hose attached to the truck or, you know, something he wouldn't normally have done. Makes me wonder if your stepdad was kind of looking back at the moment when you guys were all walking on the property and you guys were being paced out and that scream. And now he's seeing this thing at work. Makes me wonder if he was kind of, he was obviously, must have been thinking back because

he was ready to move, ready to get out of there. That scream you described and you said kind of like an air raid siren, did it sound like this? It was a lot like that, but, you know, it's been so long ago too since I've heard it, but it was a lot like that, but it also had like another sound in with it that was a little higher pitched, I think, a lot longer and a lot louder. Yeah, when they vocalize it, it'll bring you to attention pretty quick because of how loud they are.

I've never heard the Ohio howl in person, but I've heard other vocalizations and they are loud. the day that your grandmother and your mother were telling you about and how she was screamed at and then they told you don't go past this point, you know, the yard. And did you get the impression that they saw something that day? Well, my mother and my aunt were down at the foot of the hill. So it was just my grandmother that heard it. She never said she saw it. And like I said, my grandmother is prone to stretching things.

So she would have said she saw it if she did. So I think she just heard it. Yeah, and I know that you're very young when all this is going on. You're like 10, 11 years old. And the night that you guys called the cops because of the quote-unquote black guy was out there looking through the window, was there ever any more discussion about, I mean, did they really think it was a man out there looking at the house? She wasn't sure what she had heard, I mean, had seen. She just, she said it looked like a big black man standing out in the driveway, staring at the glass door.

It scared her enough, though, that she called the cops. And I think normally she would have just went and got her gun. You know, she wasn't really afraid of stuff like that. So I'm inclined to believe she may have seen something more. I don't know. Yeah, I thought I went out. You know, your grandmother sounds tough. You know, she's going to getting her guns and everything.

And now there's someone out front and she's calling 911. Kind of reminds me of that 911 call I have in the intro. And if you listen to that whole call that that guy makes, you know, I was like, Jesus Christ, it's six foot and nine. If you listen to that whole thing, you can kind of tell that he doesn't really want to say what he's looking at. You know, it's like the 911 caller's trying to drag it out of him. She's like, are you sure it's a man? Is it a human?

Yeah, and it could have been that she did that too. I don't, you know, I don't remember her talking much about it. I just remember her saying she had to call the police because there was a big black man out there. And, you know, that's all I remember about that specific episode. You know, I do know my dogs would leave the house. We had two dogs and they would leave, especially when that thing came up behind the house. They left and they would not come back home. home, we had to go get them and bring them back because, you know, they wanted no part of it.

Yeah, and I know that this may be something that you can't answer, but I'm curious on your impression. Why do you think it was hanging around that property? I'm not sure. I know we had chickens. We had a yard, a big yard with most of it was the garden. and then we had two hogs that we had in a pen down there too. And our neighbors had rabbits that they raised. So, you know, there was probably plenty of food around there. Yeah, I would imagine it would have been a little bit scary to live there for sure, you know, constantly wondering what in the world is going on here because your dogs aren't going to run from a man.

Generally, it's the opposite. You know, they're going to go charging after us. Ranger and having that thing come up to your window, hearing the breathing. You guys are being paced out. I mean, there's so much going on in this property. And I wanted to ask you, you know, when you heard the breathing at your window, you had mentioned this fear had overcome come to the point where you couldn't even get up. Your mom's like, hey, come here, come here, come here.

And I want to ask you, you know, why do you think it caused such fear? I don't know. It was a fear that I've never felt since then. And I mean, I've had a lot of, you know, traumatizing things in my life. But I've never been paralyzed like that where I couldn't speak or move or anything. That's the only time I've ever had that feeling. So I really don't know. Yeah.

And that's a fair answer. I think most eyewitnesses experience that. And it's in a moment, you know, it's hard to describe why they, that fear takes over, but you'll hear a lot of people say that this dread comes over where they almost can't move, they can't react. And I want to ask you about the tracks, because I know you're not far from Falc, Arkansas. And with the Falc Monster, there was a lot of three-toe tracks that were found. When you guys were looking at these tracks, did it look more reptilian? I mean, did it have, like, one toe off to the left, one in the middle, and one off to the right?

No, they were lined up straight across the foot. The top, the first one was big, and then the other two were almost the same size, but the little one was a little bit smaller, but they were right across the top of the foot, like a normal alignment, you know? No web of anything in between or anything, just three toes. Yeah, very strange. Almost like it was missing two toes. You know, maybe it was injured. It's hard to say.

later in life, did you ever go back and talk with your mother or your grandmother and then like, hey, you know, what the hell was going on back then? I did, and I talked to my mother more than my grandmother, and she since passed away. But we did. When we started looking into afterwards, about 2001, we discovered the computer. And we discovered that there was a whole lot of other people out there who had experiences a lot like ours. And so we delved into that and we were like, we're going to find out what's going on. Yeah, we did talk about it a lot, me and my mom. Not so much my grandmother. She got dementia later in life and she didn't really remember much of anything.

Yeah, I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother. And it usually starts out like this on people's property where they think, you know, some homeless guys on their property. They're finding weird structures like you guys did. and even finding the bones. You know, I've been out to a couple properties where I've seen this in person, and I've heard many eyewitnesses talk about it over the phone. And one of the things that you'll find with, not always, but sometimes what you'll find is they'll neatly like stack their bones.

It's not like a wild animal just ate here and just made a mess. You'll find, and I think that's maybe why people think it's, you know, some homeless guy on their property, because you'll see where bones are stacked or shells are stacked. You know, its food is neatly, it's bizarre. I don't know if that's what you guys saw on that property that day that you found the bones. That is, yeah. The bones and the feathers were stacked in two different piles.

Yeah, it's weird to see it for sure. And I remember the first time I saw it, I was like, man, Sasquatch probably has ADD sitting here stacking the stuff or maybe it's bored or it's weird. After you guys moved, did you ever go back to the property? I have not been back to the house. I did drive by there about a year ago and looked at it and filmed it. And me and my sister grow by there.

And it just looks so different from how it looked then. And there are more houses there now. But no, I have not went back to that area. and one day it's on my bucket list. I will return there. I know this was a long time ago. It makes me wonder if it's still going on on this property.

I ask everyone on the show, Lisa, what do you think Sasquatch is? And no one knows, so there's no wrong answer. But what is your opinion? Oh, that's such a loaded question. If you'd asked me last week, I would have said it's just some animal. that we haven't discovered yet.

And I think that's really probably what we were dealing with. But I think there's a whole other world of strangeness out there that has a lot of supernatural stuff with it. And whether they're the Nephilim or some kind of demonic thing, I don't know. But or we may have both. We may have two separate things. But I think that what my family dealt with, it seemed more like an animal. Yeah. And you could be right for sure.

It makes me wonder on this property, because from hearing you retell this, Lisa, I get the impression like there was only one on the property. Well, you know, originally we thought there was one, but while we were going back down there looking at the footprints from time to time, we found smaller footprints that were there with the larger one, probably half the size of the big ones. So we know there were at least two at some point. Yeah, there's always more than one, unfortunately anyway. I'm pretty convinced of that. It's such an amazing account, you know, growing up and all of these different experiences that you had. I realize it wasn't great for you, but it's really fascinating to hear you talk about being on this property and what you guys saw. And I really appreciate you taking the time to come on and share it with us, Lisa.

I really enjoyed chatting with you. Oh, no problem. nice to tell somebody that actually listens and believes what you're saying. Next up on the show, I want to welcome Alan. Alan, thanks for coming on. Thank you for having me. Yeah, and I know we'll be chatting about this weird vocalization that you heard in 2015 and another incident that happened last fall here in Washington State.

But all of this kind of started for you in Colorado back in 1975. If you would, take me back. there. I mean, what were you doing and what happened? Growing up, we weren't, we were not an affluent family. Hunting was a way of life for us. So my father and I would go deer hunting every fall. And in the fall of 1975, it would have been late October. We were hunting, well, let me back up. Hunting for my dad was never, like you see in TV shows, where a group of guys get together and go pitch a tent. to spend a week and a half yucking it up and having fun.

Hunting for us was he would get home from work on pretty late Friday evenings, around five or six. We would throw a bunch of gear in the back of our suburban, and we would drive to some point that he had predetermined, get up at three in the morning, and hopefully shoot something by nine and be home again by about noon. And that's how we hunted. We slept in the eight in the back of a suburban.

and we hoped for a good game catch by early opening morning. So in the fall of 75, late October, we were deer hunting, and he had chosen a spot outside the town of Salida, Colorado. And we got to Salida, it was dark, probably around 9 o'clock at night, and we drove up these mountain roads that he had picked. And we ended up at some dead end road in an, in an abandoned quarry. And at that point, he said he was tired.

We were going to stop for the nights. We both climbed in the back of the suburban, got into our sleeping bags. And somewhere in the middle of the night, a couple of hours later, something slammed the side of the truck and began to rock the truck like it was going to pitch it off a cliff. And again, you need to remember,

this is probably a 6 to 7,000-pound truck. But the truck was rocking like it was a toy. I'd never seen my dad panic or heard him scream in anything. He was always calm and collected. But as the truck began to rock and before I knew or could realize anything of what was going on, he had flown over the middle seat and into the driver's seat of the truck, started the truck and hit the gas. And he basically didn't let up off the gas for just over 100 miles.

and we ended up in the town of Canyon City. I was freaked out. I had climbed into the front seat. I have never in my life heard rubber tires squeal on a dirt road until that night. He was scared. The only thing I ever got out of him was that there was a face looking at him through the window of the truck. And he's never talked about it since. I didn't see it.

All I felt was the sheer panic and terror as he drove for 100 miles at lightning speed as fast as you can on a dirt road. Fast forward to 2012, I found an article in Field and Stream written by a woman in Salida, Colorado, and it was titled Something About Goat, Gulch. and in this article she details a story near Salida where her husband and her had an encounter of a beast or an image or something coming down off of a ridge chasing her husband. I did some research and I found that Goattsch was only a couple of miles from this abandoned quarry. I found that intrigued.

I copied the article and emailed it to my folks and asked my mom to have my dad read it. And as they read it, I asked him, is this something that relates to what happened when we were hunting? And all he said was yes. And again, he's never talked about it since. Yeah, who could blame your dad, though? And you hear accounts like this.

There was even a monster quest. I think it was the ape island one. Very similar account. what you're describing. This guy was a huge trailer, and middle of the night, something came up, started just violently shaking his trailer, and he didn't see it. But when he got out of the trailer, he could hear it taking it walking through the forest, and he said it sounded huge.

It's too bad your dad won't talk about what he saw. It'd be nice to pick his brain. I know that this happened to you, and there's other incidences that we'll chat about, and this is kind of a difficult question because I know that you. You don't know and I don't know. What do you think set this thing off that night? In all honesty, as I've thought about this over the years, we're in an abandoned quarry. Apparently, we're in an area where activity is fairly frequent, at least up until 2012.

I believe that we were probably encroaching on whatever this was territory, and it was telling us to leave. Yeah, I guess that would make the most sense. It's time to go. So fast forward to 2015 in Washington State. Kind of what were you doing and what happened? Well, just to back up a little bit, this was violent. This was not somebody bumping your cars or trying to get into theirs at the mall or anything. This was a violent shake.

I've never seen my dad like that and haven't since. So in 2009, I moved to Washington State. In 2015, two friends of mine and myself went up to one of the Alpine lakes west of here towards Mount Rainier just to go fishing over Father's Day weekend. And we got up to the Alpine Lake at about six in the morning. Sun was just coming up. And up around this lake, the acoustics are phenomenal up there. there's a couple of youth camps, church youth camps that surround this west end of the lake.

There's a day use area that we were actually in, which is next to one of the youth camps. And then there's also a couple of regular campgrounds. We were in the day use area. We grabbed all our fishing gear and did about a quarter mile hike out to this peninsula out on the lake and began to fish. We spread out, began to fish. And about an hour later, there was a little bit of a quarter mile later, there was a little bit of a quarter mile, was another family that pulled into the day use area. There was a husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, I'm not sure which, but any man and a woman, and a couple of kids with

them. And they began to unload their car to either recreate or fish. I'm not sure which, but we can hear them over by where we had parked. About that same time, we heard this gruddle, I would call it a growl, but it was beyond a growl. This was a low, a low, but very long-lasting set of sounds that I cannot explain. I've spent my life in the woods. I know what deer, elk, bear, moose, coyote, rabbits, turkey. I mean, I know most sounds. This is something I have never, ever heard in my life.

And within a few minutes, there was a second one, almost as if it were a response. And you could tell that they were apart from the way the acoustics were, they were almost cross-canon from each other, but west of us some distance. But this carried throughout that entire canyon and across the lake. As this began to happen, you could hear the woman that had arrived with her husband or boyfriend and the kids,

ask what the blank was that? at that same time you could hear people at the campgrounds and the church camps all asking same thing you could hear them talking what is that what was that and the noise went on for probably two to three minutes as these two whatever they are seem to be communicating and it to me the noise sounded as if they were warnings and i don't know if they were warning each other or if both of them were communicating to warn us I don't know. But to me, it was a warning. That's the sensation that I got. And then the noise just quieted down, and you can hear people talking again. And about a half hour later,

the noise just started again. And this time they were louder, as if closer. And again, this carried on for three to four minutes. And then it would stop. This scenario went on for over two hours. Every 10 to 15 minutes, you would hear this noise,

and then we'd carry on for three to four minutes, and then we'd quiet down. As these noises got louder and closer, the husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, whoever they were with the kids, were so freaked out by it. They packed up their kids and left. The youth camps all around the lake

went dead silent, as if everybody went indoors. The campgrounds went silent. Can you kind of describe the sound, and have you found anything online that kind of matched what you heard? heard that day? I've never really

I've never really delved to anything online. I've heard a few things on some of the shows that discuss these that sounds similar, but I've never heard anything since until last fall. I've heard things that are similar. I've heard things that are close. I don't know how to describe this other than it was a warning. It was a deep, gruddled growl, but it was elongated.

It was not just a, oh, it was long, several seconds long. And then the other one would reply. And this would go back and forth for two to three minutes. It was, I would call it a cry, but not in a cry for help. It was, I can't even make the sound. It was bone rattling. And I don't know how far whatever it was was away. It appeared to be a distance because the sounds would get louder over time as if they were approaching the lake.

But at the same time, it was not a, it was not a cry for help. It was not a huff. But it was a growl of communication. I don't know how else to explain. And so you're hearing two of them. When the other one would respond, would it respond with the same type of vocalization? Not in the same tones, but definitely in the same manner. You could tell these things were angry.

And again, I don't know if they were angry at each other, like you're approaching on my territory or if they were communicating between each other that there's a group of people down there at our lake. I don't know how to describe that. The only thing I could describe it would be almost a mix between Sierra Sounds and Ohio sounds, somewhere in between there. After that incident, the three of us that had gone fishing have never discussed that incident again. And I've tried bringing it up and these other guys, they don't want to talk about it. Part of it is because we all work in the same field.

We're in the nuclear field. and we all have clearances and you just don't talk about this stuff, especially at work. After that incident, though, I began to look at any sightings for that general area, and I found some for the goat rocks wilderness area, which was only a few miles from where we were at.

So again, there's other sightings that point to similar incident within that general region. Yeah, when you showed me on a map where it's at, I was like, oh, I've had a lot of encounters come out of this area. And, you know, I know that you said you had heard this noise one other time, and it was August of last year. Tell me about that. So last year, I go fishing a lot.

Most of the time I just go fishing by myself. I end up at a lake alone. There's nobody around. last year I ended up if you if you looked at a map you could almost draw a triangle between Mount Rainier to Mount St. Helens to Mount Adams

back to Rainier that there's a triangle area there within that area there's an area called the dark divide and it got its name because of the dark basaltic volcanic rock within that general region and that divide runs north-south

and it's on the west side of the that divide is the Pacific Crest Trail. And along that trail, there's, there's a lot of mountain or alpine lakes. And on the east side, there's a few mountain alpine lakes. That general area, since I learned, or since I had this encounter last fall, I have learned that area is basically taboo to the Cliquitat and Yakima Indians. They used to claim this area as their own, but it's always been off limits because of skukum or Sasquatch or whatever you want to call these animals.

But this was learned after the fact. Last fall, I was fishing at a lake within that triangle called Comcom. Again, I found myself at a lake all by myself, nobody around for miles. As I began fishing early in the morning, within about an hour, I had several large rocks, 30, 40-pound rocks thrown at me in my general direction. and then I heard these growls again, similar to what I heard by the lake, but not exactly the same. But again, my senses immediately kicked in, tell me, this is a warning to leave. And these growls went on for about 10 to 15 minutes.

I had several more rocks thrown. I was by myself, so I packed up and I left. I didn't see anything. I just heard these noises and I had rocks thrown. Yeah, for whatever reason, Alan, it seems like from eyewitness testimony, fishermen tend to get the brunt of the aggression from these sayings. How far away from you was it thrown these rocks? It sounded like big rocks.

These were probably 30 to 40 feet to the tree line. And these rocks were 10 to 15 pound rocks. far further than I could ever shot with a rock from that size. And I don't think the rocks missed their target. I believe that whatever was throwing these rocks,

if it had intended to hit me, it would have hit me. Did you ever go back to this location after this incident? I have not been back to that lake. I would like to go back, but I'm not going to go back alone. Yeah, I don't blame you for not going back. And it's this sort of behavior you hear a lot from eyewitnesses.

This sort of testimony comes from fishermen all the time. It makes me wonder sometimes, you know, why they're so aggressive with fishermen. It seems like with hunters are not quite as aggressive as they're with fishermen. And I've often wondered if maybe it's because they realize hunters have guns. I don't know. But going from when you're a small boy to now later in life, this stuff is happening. And I know if you had a chance to kind of look into this topic and kind of hear other people's encounters. And if someone were to ask you, what is Sasquatch?

What would you say? And again, there's no wrong answer. I would classify them as a mortal church human. They're intelligent. They're astute to their surroundings. I don't know if I would classify them as good or evil. I think that there is probably malintent there if you happen to be in their territory, which typically seems to be when these encounters happen.

But I think it's more of a warning to whoever the individual is that you need to leave and you need to leave now. Yeah, they're intelligent for sure. and you could be right. I mean, they could be a human. I would make the argument, though, if they're human, we probably would have caught up with them quicker than we would be, you know, than an animal. But there, I mean, you could make an argument for what you're saying

and in your opinion on it for sure. And, you know, I know with that first encounter, we're going back over 40 years ago and then these recent ones. And I know you were kind of leery about coming on, but I really appreciate you taking the time to come on and share it. there might be someone else out there that goes, hey, I know exactly what Alan's talking about.

I heard the same thing. And I would love to know if you find any sort of vocalization that kind of matches what you heard that day. But I really appreciate you taking the time to come on. I enjoy chatting with you, Alan. Well, thank you. I appreciate you letting me talk. I agree.

I think there are more people out there, and I hope this helps encourage them to talk about it. Like I said, I don't talk about this very often because the people that it has happened with do not want to talk about it. And I respect that. I understand their privacy and their apprehension and even discussing this. But at the same time, this has peaked within me a curiosity to find out further whatever this is. And so I'm going to continue that quest. Yeah, I admire that.

I admire that a lot, Alan. Thank you again. Well, again, thank you for having me. I appreciate it. And that's it for tonight, everyone. Remember, if you've had an encounter, shoot me an email. My email address is Wes at Sasquatch Chronicles.com. And if you get a chance, check out Sasquatch Chronicles.com, you can become a member and get additional shows.

Happy Independence Day, everyone.