Speaker 1: I'm now sixty three and I live in Central British Columbia, Canada.
Speaker 1: When I was fifteen, I lived in Toronto, Ontario. I
Speaker 1: attended the Canadian National Exhibition. They had an exhibit of
Speaker 1: what I later learned was the Minnesota Iceman. It was
Speaker 1: frozen in a freezer. The face and partial front was exposed.
Speaker 1: Signs were everywhere for me not to touch, do not
Speaker 1: touch was everywhere. I was a rebellious teen and I
Speaker 1: ignored the signs and touched it anyway. Immediately the hair
Speaker 1: went up on the back of my neck. It felt
Speaker 1: like semi frozen meat, like a roast. I knew it
Speaker 1: was not latex or rubber. This started my interest in bigfoot,
Speaker 1: and after much reading, I had a good knowledge of
Speaker 1: the subject. That was all back in the mid nineteen seventies.
Speaker 1: In the year two thousand, I was a prospector and
Speaker 1: my interest at the time was searching for the lost
Speaker 1: lemon mine. I met an aging prospector from Crow's Nest
Speaker 1: Pass who had a sample of ore with silver in it.
Speaker 1: He directed me to a valley on the border of
Speaker 1: Alberta and British Columbia, and with my father in law,
Speaker 1: we made the trip into the valley. We made camp
Speaker 1: the first night and continued the next day into a
Speaker 1: bowl high up into the crest of the rockies. I
Speaker 1: climbed further with the sample in my hand, while my
Speaker 1: father in law waited in the bowl below. Upon reaching
Speaker 1: near the crest of the mountains, there was a huge cave.
Speaker 1: The opening was twelve foot by thirty foot wide. At
Speaker 1: least this place took my breath away. I was in
Speaker 1: awe at the size of the cave and the colors.
Speaker 1: Everything was green inside in all indifferent shades. My attention
Speaker 1: was drawn to several horizontal tunnels into the rock that
Speaker 1: in itself is not strange, but on closer inspection, each
Speaker 1: hole had been lined with dry animal hides. The hides
Speaker 1: appeared to be deer and were curled, like when you
Speaker 1: throw a hide in your yard and it dries. For
Speaker 1: years I pondered the thought of why the hides were there.
Speaker 1: These hides would have to be replaced from time to time.
Speaker 1: Rodents or insects would eat the hides, especially through the
Speaker 1: winter months. In later years I came to the conclusion
Speaker 1: that this was indeed a Bigfoot cave. What else would
Speaker 1: have that kind of intelligence. I planned to return, but
Speaker 1: I never did. This cave is not easy to access,
Speaker 1: and I believe the Bigfoot would know of your approach
Speaker 1: long before you arrived, and your window of escape would
Speaker 1: be nonexistent. I once heard a bigfoot researcher person say
Speaker 1: only one sighting or footprint has to be real for
Speaker 1: their existence to be real. My ten year old son
Speaker 1: and I were walking around a two hundred and fifty
Speaker 1: acre state park in Connecticut with our dog. People don't
Speaker 1: often relate Connecticut with sasquatch, and neither did I until
Speaker 1: I had my first experience several years ago. Since then,
Speaker 1: I have spotted or seen signs or heard sasquatch around
Speaker 1: me on walking trails, sometimes on popular ponds, and even
Speaker 1: in my own backyard. I realized now that I had
Speaker 1: heard them and seen signs all throughout my childhood, but
Speaker 1: I didn't know what I was hearing or seeing. But
Speaker 1: I know now there are places in Connecticut, which overall
Speaker 1: is heavily forested, where sasquatch could go to get away
Speaker 1: from most humans if they wanted to. However, all four
Speaker 1: seasons I have seen them here locally in south central Connecticut,
Speaker 1: thirty minutes from the shore and smack dab next to
Speaker 1: a bustling college town in my town is a well
Speaker 1: known apple and fruit orchard not far from me, where
Speaker 1: I suppose any sasquatch would grab a snack. I get
Speaker 1: the feeling that, like coadies and bears, maybe sasquatch have
Speaker 1: some codependence on humans and our garden crops or garbage.
Speaker 1: The day of this encounter, I did not see the sasquatch,
Speaker 1: but I saw what I believe one did. My son
Speaker 1: and I were out for a walk in the manicured
Speaker 1: park of this two hundred and fifty acre area is
Speaker 1: a place with a river and a swimming hole, sandy beaches,
Speaker 1: charcoal pits, and picnic tables. These things only take up
Speaker 1: a tiny fraction of the park, which has two natural
Speaker 1: waterfalls and dozens of hiking trails. Son and I, along
Speaker 1: with our dog. We're walking along the river and crossed
Speaker 1: over a bridge to the other side where no one
Speaker 1: really ever goes. There's an overgrown trail there that winds
Speaker 1: through the woods right alongside the river and then across
Speaker 1: from the river. At a certain point, a high steep
Speaker 1: ridge rises up above. I've always been leary of going
Speaker 1: to this park. I've seen sasquatch in this park on
Speaker 1: the opposite side, but I imagine first that they're all
Speaker 1: over the park to begin with, and especially this spot
Speaker 1: because there's less human foot traffic. Plus this spot just
Speaker 1: has a creepy feel. With that said, I was curious
Speaker 1: to enter the woods just a few feet from the field,
Speaker 1: and we had to cross to access it to look
Speaker 1: around for sasquatch clues. Maybe five hundred feet away. Through
Speaker 1: just a little bit of woods and field, we'd be
Speaker 1: back at the car, and it seems safe to do.
Speaker 1: We crossed the field and followed the river into the
Speaker 1: woods of ways until we found a swampy small tributary
Speaker 1: to the river that we wanted to explore. It really
Speaker 1: looked like a swamp hole. It was long and narrow,
Speaker 1: like a creek too. As usual when a predator or
Speaker 1: a sasquatch is around, the birds went silent, and I
Speaker 1: got that we need to leave intuition, so we abandoned
Speaker 1: our exploration of the creek and turned around to go
Speaker 1: back the way we came. My dog, a border aussy mix,
Speaker 1: was on a leash, as she loves to run in
Speaker 1: circles and she's always a little awkward to manage when
Speaker 1: she's not running free. As I tried to turn her around,
Speaker 1: she dropped down on some exposed dark soil, and she
Speaker 1: began to roll. Oh great, I thought, But when she
Speaker 1: stood up, we didn't see anything she would normally find
Speaker 1: worth rolling in. And then among all the plants and
Speaker 1: grasses carpeting the forest floor, here we saw a horrific sight.
Speaker 1: Against a tree was a tight rabbit nest made of brambles,
Speaker 1: and in front of that nest a mangled mass of
Speaker 1: flesh and bone and fur. By the fur and the nest,
Speaker 1: I could tell it was a rabbit, although it was
Speaker 1: in such a state that it would otherwise be unrecognizable.
Speaker 1: It looked like something or someone turned this rabbit inside
Speaker 1: out like a winter coat. We stood there, shocked, and
Speaker 1: despite my knowledge of sasquatch in the area, my mind
Speaker 1: raced through an inventory of possibilities. Who attacked this rabbit?
Speaker 1: Was it a coatie, a bobcat, a cougar, maybe a fox.
Speaker 1: There was very little blood to see, but I remember
Speaker 1: seeing its perfectly intact flesh with only the pelt pulled outside,
Speaker 1: albeit mangled like. Maybe whatever killed it did so by
Speaker 1: twisting its whole body. And then it hit me. Everything
Speaker 1: was still. It hadn't been eaten. It was just in
Speaker 1: front of its den too. So now I was imagining
Speaker 1: that something pulled it straight from its nest and then
Speaker 1: killed it and mutilated it, and then just left the
Speaker 1: whole thing right there where it died. This didn't make
Speaker 1: any sense. And then it struck me. Was this a
Speaker 1: warning from a sasquatch signaling us to do not enter
Speaker 1: to this area? I couldn't help but feel it was so. However,
Speaker 1: the woods were so quiet when we arrived in this area.
Speaker 1: We heard no animals coming or going, no scuffle, no
Speaker 1: sounds of an animal in mortal distress. I'm not sure
Speaker 1: when the rabbit was killed, but I couldn't see how
Speaker 1: any animal could have contorted the body that way, and
Speaker 1: then also that the predator had not run off with
Speaker 1: their kill to eat it. I know sasquatch does not
Speaker 1: want us to know they are there. The ones in
Speaker 1: this park know I'm aware of them. I can't confirm it,
Speaker 1: but whole dartedly believe that poor dead rabbit was a sasquatch.
Speaker 1: No trespassing sign the strength this creature must have had
Speaker 1: to kill a rabbit with its bare hands and mangle.
Speaker 1: It is incredibly frightening, which I guess is the point.
Speaker 1: It's like the sasquat saying, see what I can do,
Speaker 1: and it wanted to keep me away, just how it escaped.
Speaker 1: Our notice showcases a true talent and stealth. I don't
Speaker 1: believe for a minute that all sasquatches are warm and fuzzy,
Speaker 1: even when staying quietly out of your way. I believe
Speaker 1: they are unpredictable, and some are territorial and aggressive, and,
Speaker 1: knowing that nothing else matters, always assume the worst while
Speaker 1: praying for the best. In the end, our little exploration
Speaker 1: was a success because we got the signs of a
Speaker 1: sasquatch that we were looking for. It's just that this
Speaker 1: was a sad sign we were not expecting, and that
Speaker 1: related to me the curiousness of how badly they want
Speaker 1: to remain anonymous. The question is can they be dangerous?
Speaker 1: So should they be allowed to remain anonymous? I don't
Speaker 1: believe so. However, the FEDS will never fess up, will they.
Speaker 1: My name is Andrew, and you can use my name
Speaker 1: for this encounter. This is quite a lengthy story, and
Speaker 1: I apologize in advance. This happened in August of this year,
Speaker 1: so it's still quite vivid and fresh. A little background.
Speaker 1: My best buddy and I have been best friends for
Speaker 1: seventeen years, and we were avid campers and outdoorsmen all
Speaker 1: through high school. We knew almost everything there is to
Speaker 1: know and did almost everything there was to do in
Speaker 1: the great outdoors. Camping was second nature to us. After
Speaker 1: high school. In twenty eleven, my friend's parents divorced and
Speaker 1: he and his mother moved back to Europe, where he
Speaker 1: was born. Last year, my buddy moved back here to Canada.
Speaker 1: It was amazing. The eight years he was away seemed
Speaker 1: like a week. It was an immediate rebond and we
Speaker 1: picked up exactly where we left off. Last summer, we
Speaker 1: really wanted to go on an epic camping trip, just
Speaker 1: like the old times. However, our schedules and life in
Speaker 1: general got in the way. So we planned our epic
Speaker 1: trip and dedicated time to camp this past summer. August
Speaker 1: had finally come and despite COVID, we were determined that
Speaker 1: absolutely nothing was going to ruin our trip. So we
Speaker 1: threw caution to the wind and we decided to pack
Speaker 1: our gear and prepared for our lengthy drive from Ontario
Speaker 1: to British Columbia. Along our travels, we talked about many subjects,
Speaker 1: and it was at dinner I had mentioned your YouTube
Speaker 1: channel to my friend. He asked me if I believed
Speaker 1: in sosquatch and I told him my sir do, and
Speaker 1: he looked at me in a strange way for a
Speaker 1: moment over his coffee cup. That I could believe in
Speaker 1: such a creature was crazy to him, But after talking
Speaker 1: with him further, he was more open minded about such
Speaker 1: creatures roaming the forests. We arrived at our destination and
Speaker 1: hiked deep into the forest. We were a little ways
Speaker 1: in and my friend stopped and started looking around. He
Speaker 1: told me that he felt uncomfortable, like we were being watched.
Speaker 1: I chuckled it off and said, we've just been driving
Speaker 1: for hours, you're tired. He looked at me, shrugged and said,
Speaker 1: you're right, probably just my imagination. We got to a
Speaker 1: spot we liked and immediately started setting up our camp.
Speaker 1: Halfway through, my friend stopped and started scanning the area
Speaker 1: in front of the tent. He said he swore that
Speaker 1: he saw something large and upright moving down the path.
Speaker 1: I told him to start a fire and brew some coffee,
Speaker 1: and he did that without hesitation. After our coffee and
Speaker 1: beef jerky dinner, we could hardly keep our eyes open,
Speaker 1: so we left the fire burning and we went to bed.
Speaker 1: I don't know how long I had been asleep, but
Speaker 1: my friend was shaking the crap out of me to
Speaker 1: wake up. He told me he had awakened to go
Speaker 1: to the bathroom and was just about to unzip the
Speaker 1: tent when he was hit with the scent of vomit, skunk,
Speaker 1: and rotten meat, followed by seeing a large shadow of
Speaker 1: something by pedal cast over the side of the tent.
Speaker 1: I told him it was probably some other campers nearby
Speaker 1: that were messing around with us. My friend asked me
Speaker 1: to go outside to look before he peed. You go first.
Speaker 1: I unzipped the tent, popped my head out, and I
Speaker 1: started coughing. That scent he was talking about was still
Speaker 1: lingering in the air, but after scanning the area and
Speaker 1: seeing nothing, I said, everything's clear. The next day came
Speaker 1: and went without incident. By four pm, my friend was
Speaker 1: starting to get a fire going and I was preparing
Speaker 1: that night's dinner. Half an hour later, the food was
Speaker 1: over the fire cooking and it smelled good, and we
Speaker 1: were relaxing, laughing, and enjoying some great German beer. Suddenly
Speaker 1: both of us became overwhelmed with the feeling that we
Speaker 1: were being watched. The air started filling with a musty
Speaker 1: right scent that kept coming and going all throughout dinner.
Speaker 1: We searched for something, but we couldn't find the source
Speaker 1: of that scent, and it finally went away as mysteriously
Speaker 1: as it had come. Bedtime finally came, so we hung
Speaker 1: the garbage bags high in the tree before turning in.
Speaker 1: I had trouble falling asleep that night, so I just
Speaker 1: laid there listening to the forest sounds. I was just
Speaker 1: starting to doze off and I noticed that it got
Speaker 1: very quiet. Then I heard the sound of a twig
Speaker 1: snap not too far from the front of the tent.
Speaker 1: I got uncomfortable and I felt like we were being watched,
Speaker 1: so I quietly sat up with a heightened sense of hearing.
Speaker 1: I heard the sound of sniffing slightly to the right
Speaker 1: of the tent where the garbage was hanging. My eyes
Speaker 1: started to water, and that putrid smell returned. My friend
Speaker 1: stirred and noticed me sitting up. Before he could say anything,
Speaker 1: I put my finger to my lips and I softly
Speaker 1: said ssh, and I pointed in the direction of the garbage.
Speaker 1: My friend sat up, curious and confused. We listened for
Speaker 1: a moment. We heard what sounded like the garbage bag
Speaker 1: slowly being squeezed. I slowly moved to the door as
Speaker 1: quietly as possible, unzipping the screen flap and looking over
Speaker 1: in the direction that we heard the noises. Unfortunately, it
Speaker 1: was too dark to see anything, and I re zipped
Speaker 1: the flap and hearing nothing further, we went back to sleep.
Speaker 1: The next morning, while my friend was brewing coffee and
Speaker 1: I was getting dressed, my friend called my name and
Speaker 1: told me to come quick. I rushed out of the
Speaker 1: tent and I saw my friend pointing up. The garbage
Speaker 1: bags were gone, but the ropes were still attached to
Speaker 1: the tree and dangling over the branch ten feet up.
Speaker 1: We searched the areas around the site a little bit better,
Speaker 1: but we had no success in finding our garbage bags.
Speaker 1: That night, we turned in early because we had a
Speaker 1: very busy and eventful day ahead. We were talking when
Speaker 1: all of a sudden, something small hit the tent. It
Speaker 1: was just a little plink sound. It sounded like a
Speaker 1: rain drop, so I closed the roof flaps, thinking it
Speaker 1: was going to rain. Plink, plink plink. Then that was
Speaker 1: it for about ten minutes, and then plank something through
Speaker 1: a decent sized rock at the tent, and we looked
Speaker 1: at each other with eyes wide But we then decided
Speaker 1: to ignore it, thinking whoever was throwing the rocks would
Speaker 1: give up and go away, so we turned off the
Speaker 1: lamp and we went to sleep. Sometime later that night,
Speaker 1: another rock was thrown at the tent, and then another.
Speaker 1: At this point, my friend finally had enough. He got
Speaker 1: up and went outside and he yelled, whoever that is,
Speaker 1: throw another rock and I'm gonna break your eyes. That
Speaker 1: was that, and no more activity happened that night or
Speaker 1: the next. On our last night of camping, we were
Speaker 1: up late sitting around the roaring campfire, just enjoying life.
Speaker 1: It really was nice, and then we heard a big splash.
Speaker 1: Something huge and heavy was either thrown or jumped into
Speaker 1: the water just down the path from our site. My
Speaker 1: friend and I looked at one another with white eyes. Again.
Speaker 1: My friend was just about to say something when suddenly
Speaker 1: he heard a rapid splashing like something quickly walked looking
Speaker 1: through the water. The splashing stopped suddenly, and we turned
Speaker 1: and intensely stared at the path, expecting to see someone
Speaker 1: or something approach us, but we never saw anything. A
Speaker 1: little while later, I had to go to the bathroom
Speaker 1: and my friend said he did too. He got up
Speaker 1: and grabbed the flashlight from the tent, and he said,
Speaker 1: after we go, let's go down and check the water.
Speaker 1: After emptying our bladders off, we went to the water's
Speaker 1: edge to do some investigation. We scanned the water in
Speaker 1: surrounding areas, but nothing immediately stood out. However, as we
Speaker 1: turned to go back up the path in the mud
Speaker 1: by the water, my friend noticed a smudged impression and
Speaker 1: noted that this looks like a smudged footprint. As we
Speaker 1: were approaching camp, both of us were stuck with an
Speaker 1: uncomfortable feeling. When we got back to our area, the
Speaker 1: air was thick with that vomit skunk rotting. You guys
Speaker 1: have the best descriptions for some of these smells. I'm sorry,
Speaker 1: I just think it's so funny. Rotten skunk rotting, stinky feet,
Speaker 1: Oh man, it's so good. My friend pointed to the
Speaker 1: tent and he said the tent is open, and I
Speaker 1: said were You were the last one in there, but
Speaker 1: I know for certain you closed it. After going through
Speaker 1: our things to make sure nothing was stolen, we decided
Speaker 1: to get some sleep, as tomorrow we were going to
Speaker 1: disassemble everything and make our way back to Ontario again.
Speaker 1: We let the fire burn as we drifted off to sleep.
Speaker 1: Later that night, I was awakened by footsteps coming from
Speaker 1: behind the tent. It was pacing left and right. I
Speaker 1: must have drifted back to sleep, because later I was
Speaker 1: awakened by my friend, who was trying to keep from panicking.
Speaker 1: He was sitting up away from the side of the tent,
Speaker 1: with his left hand covering his mouth and with his
Speaker 1: right hand pointing to the back of the tent, the
Speaker 1: same direction I had heard the footsteps earlier. By this time,
Speaker 1: the fire had died out and it was silent. It
Speaker 1: was eerily silent. I too, sat up and I listened snap.
Speaker 1: A good sized twig broke as something approached the tent.
Speaker 1: By this time my friend was biting his finger and
Speaker 1: doing anything not to panic, And then we heard the
Speaker 1: sniffing coming from behind the tent. I slowly moved away
Speaker 1: from the back wall, and in what little light from
Speaker 1: the moon there was, we saw a shadow of something
Speaker 1: starting to lean over the tent, just as something pushed
Speaker 1: into it. My only guess is this was a foot,
Speaker 1: because it was at the very bottom of the tent.
Speaker 1: It was quiet for a moment before hearing the groaning sound,
Speaker 1: and then suddenly both sides of the tent were being
Speaker 1: pushed in. The canvas of the tent was forming around
Speaker 1: massive hands, I mean massive hands. Suddenly my friend just
Speaker 1: let Lusia scream like a child who had just broke
Speaker 1: his favorite toy. It was ear piercingly loud. Almost immediately
Speaker 1: the creature stopped pushing in on the tent. After a moment,
Speaker 1: we heard what I can only describe as a freight
Speaker 1: train crashing through the forest. We didn't sleep anymore that night,
Speaker 1: and we waited until first light to pack up and
Speaker 1: then we left. The walk from our site to the
Speaker 1: car was most uncomfortable. We had the feeling of watchful
Speaker 1: eyes coming from every direction. We quickly packed the car
Speaker 1: and drove to the nearest motel to get some RESTful
Speaker 1: shut eye. When we woke up, we did some research
Speaker 1: and realized that that part of British Columbia is a
Speaker 1: hot bed for sisquatch activity. I always knew that British
Speaker 1: Columbia had a lot of sasquatch activity, and the whole
Speaker 1: time this was happening to us, it never crossed my
Speaker 1: mind that it could be sisquatch. It's just something I
Speaker 1: never thought what happened to me. My friend and I
Speaker 1: aren't deterred because of the experience, and we plan on
Speaker 1: going camping again next summer. But since August, my friend
Speaker 1: has become very interested in sisquatch and he's a big
Speaker 1: fan of your channel.