One story from a viewer who claims he witnessed three sasquatch do battle to the death. What if its True?I can’t stay silent another day. I have the right amount of booze in me to relive this one more time, but not so much that I’m incoherent. It was the summer of 1992 and I had decided to live the best summer of my life before becoming a productive member of society. I’d fished, camped, and hiked throughout my entire youth, but that was all about to come to an end with two simple words – “I do.” I left my parents’ house early that morning with my pistol on my hip and my rifle in my hand. The park I was heading to was a couple of hours away and not often visited by anyone. I had heard all the wild stories about it and was anxious to see it for myself. At first glance, I was not disappointed. Off in the distance, I could see the open patches high up in the hills, bordered by large clusters of trees. To the left of the road was a dry riverbed that would make an easy trail for me. Time stood still in this place. Old moss-covered rock fences were the only evidence that human hands had ever been there. I thrilled as I took my first step, wondering what lay before me. If only I had known. After a couple of hours and a few stops, I came to a spot where the creek narrowed with a three-foot bank. A cluster of trees sat to the left and to the right was an open field of wildflowers. The wind that I had heard whistling through the trees all day was gone. I was suddenly aware of something dark. It was a gut-twisting feeling that came out of nowhere. I stopped and held my breath, afraid even to exhale, though I had no idea why. Then I saw it. Up ahead, a hundred yards to my right was something dark. It was as if that feeling had taken physical form. There was no movement or sound, yet, I felt it demanded my attention. Slowly, I reached for my binoculars. Immediately, I was hit with a blast of “DON’T!” I stopped dead for a single moment before continuing to lift them to my eyes. Why, or why, didn’t I listen? There, up ahead in the bushes, was a… a thing. A massive, black, hairy thing. I tried to tell myself it was a bear, but I couldn’t lie that well. It was a little after noon, and the sun was high in the sky. The downward shadow it cast made the thing’s face darker. Its eyes were cloaked under its massive brow, but somehow, I knew it was glaring at me. I could see its fangs – yes fangs – contrasted against its black face. There was no definition to its chest, but it was incredibly wide. I felt sick. My knees buckled and my head began to swim. I reached for the riverbank to steady myself and saw the creature vanish. Somewhere inside me, I felt a bit of relief, thinking it had left. Within seconds, it popped its head up again. Now it was 70 yards away. It stared its dark, evil intent at me through black, vacant eye sockets. It seemed to be saying in my mind, “if only you hadn’t looked.” It stretched up and over, as if it was getting a better look. Then it vanished again. I stumbled backwards, fighting the urge to turn and run. My mind raced. Some will tell you that they think of their loved ones. Or they might say the idea of becoming a part of the Missing 411 phenomenon crossed their minds. That wasn’t the case with me. I thought about how this thing might attack me, how bad it would hurt and how long it would take to die. I wondered if it would rip me apart or eat me while I still struggled to get away. Every thought was a horror worse than the last. Now I could hear it making noise as if it wanted me to be scared. I had heard tell that blood was sweeter when adrenaline was dumped into it, so I wondered if this was what the thing was doing. It stomped, broke branches, and huffed as it moved through the brush. Again, it raised its head. It was 40 yards away. Its details were now more defined. It was more disgusting than I imagined. Its face glistened in the sun. A patch on its chest also shimmered as silvery strings ran from the corners of its mouth. That mouth slit its face in two – wide, slightly parted, giving it an almost grinning effect. Its head and body were all one. If it had a neck, it was surrounded by pure muscle. Impressions – the descriptions of others – have filled in the blanks for its description. I was too afraid to gather details. If I were to describe it honestly, I would only be able to say that it was big, black, and horrific. Again, it vanished. Each time it did, it moved so fast that it blurred out of sight. It seemed unnatural in its movement. This sick game of peek-a-boo was more than my mind could take in. I struggled. Part of me was resigned to death, while another part, a more primal part, wanted to run. Still another part of me said fight. These emotions combined to create a mind warping, stomach churning mess. I slowly began to back up, afraid to look behind me or even turn my head. The noises were getting louder, closer. I began to say The Lord’s Prayer. It popped up its head again from 20 feet away. Emboldened, it stood erect, craning to see me. It rose well above the bushes that I guessed were around six feet tall. It was running out of brush. Soon it would be in the clearing across from me. I felt a warmth explode from my crotch as I soiled myself. I began to cry. I knew it was the end. There was nothing I could do to avoid it. I snapped out of my self-pity as the thing disappeared once again into the foliage. Then it stepped out of the brush, slightly bent at the waist. Its arms, hanging at its sides, were tipped with claws that I couldn’t stop staring at. Its body heaved with each breath that grew increasingly faster as it seemed to be working itself into a frenzy. It wheezed when it inhaled. Faster and faster, it huffed in and out, then silence. In slow motion, I watched it as it bent its knees, leaned forward, and threw its arms back, ready to jump. I was falling backwards when all hell broke loose. The silence was shattered by something exploding to my left, showering the creek bed in shrapnel. I felt a gust of wind as a reddish-brown blur flew out of the chaos and hit the creature square on. Only an empty space loomed before me now. Then I was hit by a soundwave that came from the other side of the brush and vibrated me to my core. It was followed by deep thumps that shook the ground and rattled my teeth. I rolled and tried to force my body to move, but I couldn’t. I could only lie there feeling and hearing what sounded like a freight train and bombs bursting all around me. I’m not sure how long it was before I could move again. To my horror, when I finally did, I was moving toward the source of the noise. Almost trancelike, I inched to the edge of the creek and peered over the side. There, 30 feet away, two monsters were fighting. They were biting, clawing, clubbing, and tearing at each other. It was a dogfight. Each was twisting and turning to get the upper hand. Jaws snapped. Heads bobbed and weaved. It was primal and vicious. I clamped my hands over my ears to block out the screaming and barking that was emitted with each bite. Finally, I realized what had saved me. It was a sasquatch. I had watched all the shows, seen all the trail cam footage. As I was beginning to understand, it became distracted for a moment which allowed the other creature to get its feet up against the bigfoot’s chest. With a massive push, it flipped the sasquatch onto his back and leapt on him, biting down on his upper thigh. The scream of pain was so much louder than the other sounds I had heard. Once again, I fell to the ground and covered my ears. The tables had turned. The young sasquatch was now in trouble. He was the one fending off the clubbing blows. He was losing. I knew I had to do something, but what? If that creature won, I would be dinner again. Then I remembered my gun. I knew I couldn’t kill it, but maybe I could distract that thing long enough to give the sasquatch a chance. I took a deep breath and raised my rifle. The monster’s head was moving too fast to get a clean shot. Most of its body was moving too fast. Then, with an almost perverse pleasure, I realized the only part of it that wasn’t moving too fast was its backside. I almost snickered at the thought of shooting it there. As I started to pull the trigger, a massive scream, louder than anything I had heard so far, burst through the air from my far right. Spinning around, I saw an even larger beast break through the tree line and rush headlong into the fray. The monster straightened up and braced for the attack. It was too late. The larger sasquatch had already reached it, hitting it in the back so hard that the top of its head snapped back and bounced off its massive back with a resounding crack. It crumpled forward onto its face. Seconds passed like hours as the two watched, waiting for movement that never came. A kick to the side confirmed that the monster would never move again. The victor raised his head, sniffed the air, and screamed a victory roar before grabbing the monster’s ankle and dragging it off into the trees. The first bigfoot now turned its focus on me. As it stood up, the sight of its nine-foot frame sent a shudder through me. It was studying me as it cautiously inched forward. When I realized that I was still pointing my rifle at it with my finger on the trigger, I lowered it, and that appeared to give it some relief. However, it began to move toward me faster. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was the crash after such an adrenalin rush, I couldn’t say. All I know is that the edges of my vision began to darken, and the earth was beginning toThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5445587/advertisement
Great podcast thank you. I love falling asleep to your stories. I am serious. They are non threatening and even though the jury is still out on whether Big Foot is real, we know monsters exist on other worlds I should imagine. Would love to have a clean, perfumed, eight foot tall Sasquatch female as a girlfriend, if people have a problem with it, I would suggest that they speak with her.
Pretty good, Cam.
My Dear Mr. Buckner... Please do not continue the AI voice. part of the charm of your channel is that you are not like the other bigfoot channels. You are charming and I love the way you speak. I fall asleep to your voice, it's comforting and I feel safe. I never tire of listening, even though I've heard the tales at least 50 times. Keep your voice, it is much loved. BTW, the 3rd voice sounds most like you.
he should probably be a bit thankful that "squatch" is what saved him .
That’s a great story. 1976 chevy luv was my first truck. I would keep an emory board in it to clean the points and rotor. I never ran into a Bigfoot in it though
these really ought to be made into movies!
I'm an over the road truck driver. I listen to your podcast all the time. I love it. Thank you so much.
these are ALWAYS worth listening to.
... is an ellipse. I've never listened to a podcast about writing- never wanted to- but I really enjoyed this Cam. Thanks! I have a great author to recommend to you, Steven Erickson. read the malazan series. these books are so good and well written that I've read them more than once, getting more and different things from each reading.
what sasquatch odyssey episode did you play on here? I went over there to try to find out and couldn't spot it. help please! thanks!
Great, now antivaxxers are going to think the Covid vaccine turns you into a murderous animal, if they didn't already! LOL!
Matt moneymaker calling David Palisades arrogant is the definition of the pot calling the kettle black
I can see why not money maker collects rivals or antagonists; his whole demeanor and attitude of who gets credit for what and gotcha moments is reasonably Petty and self-aggrandizing and and quite put offish to me. so while that money make her himself and the BFRO may have great information I can understand why they may not be popular in many circles.
the person who wrote to you about bigfoot and the spotted owls was right on the money. The logging industry in northern California was devastated by the spotted owl BS. If bigfoot was acknowledged by the federal government of the United States and Canada it would be devastating to both logging and outdoor activities.. truly love listening to your stories Kam, hello from Red Bluff California.
I really like these benign encounter stories too. I think it's normal that humans should be able to get along with intelligent creatures of a somewhat similar background. and I'm always moved by other creatures looking out for us be the dolphins or Sasquatch or whatever.
Thank you, I love this podcast!!!
😆you asshole, thank you that was really good 😁
😁This was good. note to self, always be ready. LMAO.
what happened to #2 and #3 ? it sucks that there not on here.