I would like to start out by saying, Im not here to prove the existence of sasquatch. Just sharing some of my experiences with them.
The uninitiated are a fortunate lot in my opinion.
I do encourage the skeptics to really get in the field, talk to the witnesses and by all means, get out there in the field and look for yourself.
Here is a description of some of what I have encountered in the last eight years living with sasquatches.
Around 1a.m. November 2009,
I awake to my collie (Simon) barking like he is possessed. I have never heard him barking in this manner, ever. I could barely recognize the sounds he
was making, as coming fom my Simon.
By the time I get up and get to the door, he has settled down. But is whining and seems jumpy.
It is not uncommon for coyotes to make attempts on the chickens and goats. Which Simon never failed us in driving them off.
So I write it off and return to bed.
The next morning while feeding the animals, Mr Devil Man finds our farm mascot, Billy, a 300 lb 9yo goat, laying under a oak tree in the yard. His
neck and two of his legs are broken, and we find four large punctures in his neck. He had held out thru the night, he was still breathing. We made him
as comfortable as we could and he died about thirty minutes later. Billy was not livestock, he was loved by everyone and he thought he was a dog.
Two weeks later Simon and my daughter are walking across a field back home.
Myself, Mr. Devil Man, his friend, our youngest child and myself are just watching the sunset.
As they (daughter and Simon) make they're way back to the house, we hear a low deep growl coming from the woods behind them. As we look at each
other. Both our daughter and Simon begin to run. About 2 seconds later. What I could only describe as a lion's roar, but much more loud, erupts from
the tree line behind them.
We can all feel this sound rattling our insides.
Simon immediately breaks into a sprint, abandoning our daughter to cover the last 25 yards to where we are standing in the yard, unescorted.
This was not the roar of a panther or a bear. Which are uncommon to our immediate area.
About a week later, we find Simon battered, and dead behind our house.
He was a very brave, loving and intelligent 7yo farm dog.
Mr. Devil Man sits up all of a sudden, and asks me to go for a stroll. Its late. Normal for him to do this, not normal for him to invite me. I put my
shoes on and off we go.
As we near one end of the pond, from the other end I hear and feel, a loud "explosion".
It takes 4 seconds for the sound of water raining back down to stop. At first I simply froze terrified.
I didnt really even wonder why Mr. Devil Man is smiling at me.
All I could think of is running away. And I did, or started to do rather. Mr. Devil Man slaps a deathgrip on my wrist and whispers: "Dont run, if
they want you, they will get you."
Immediately after he says that. ...another "explosion". I try to snatch my arm away, and tell him to "let expletive go of me". At this time I feel
something that I had only experienced before, watching horror movies. Cold terror.
After about 10 seconds of us standing there. Mr. Devil Man tells me to "wait here". Which I did, because I truly felt I was dead anyway. He takes a
few steps towards the pond, reaches in his pocket, kneels down and throws down a handful of change.
He walks back to me and grabs my hand, and says: "no matter what happens, do not run or scream and keep your head down"
At this point I may have been in mild stages of shock. I remember the 300 yards back to the house seemed like a hour. All I could think about is what
in the hell was that. And, am I going to live long enough to get home.
Sasquatches has not even entered my thought process.
When we do get home, Mr. Devil Man has explaining to do. He describes to me basically, ugly hairy giants. Spotted by him on numerous occasions, after
he went looking into the roars and our loyal friends deaths.
Again, he said "giants" not sasquatch.
That was my last time in the woods at night for a long time. The next day we went back to find a large 15' pine log that had been lodged in the pond
for years, was now dislodged and floating around in the pond. I did not look at the tracks myself. I was too frightened to go to that end.
This evening I was standing outside the gate by the car, chatting with Mr. Devil Man. He notices something distracting me, off in some low bush, maybe
15 feet from where we have been standing.
The distraction is a dim "red light" about 4 feet off the ground.
Mr. Devil Man expression changes, and he starts muttering quietly about staying calm....
Im not getting it.
Then the "red light" makes some noise as it stands up and looks right at us. Mr. Devil Man misses my arm as I sprint for the front of the car.
He starts throwing his hands up and yells "what the expletive are you doing up here? Get the expletive out of here".
Im rounding the front of the car as I look back to see this critter casualy walk away into the woods. I jump in the car and he is gone. I could not
make out his facial features. He was about 8.5 feet tall, dark hair, and I could feel his initial steps through the souls of my shoes.
Please note, this is a heavily modified version of my accounts. I have not covered the numerous tracks, eyes on sightings, atleast $1000.00 in broken
or stolen av equipment, beating on the house, damage to the home, unusual military aircraft, other misc. property damage, over 20 police reports, or
neighbors encounters, or livestock being harassed.
I have stated this once already but for those of you who do not know I will state it again now.
I do not use drugs, prescription or otherwise. I have never been suspected of, diagnosed with, or treated for any mental illness in my 40+ years.
I am including a video with William Jevning and J, where they discuss in part their findings around my home.
I am open to any questions or experiences you may wish to share.