By: Jim Myers
Sunday, October 16, 2016
For several months now my friend John and I have been engaged in a fascinating, sometimes complex strategy to interact with a resident family of Sasquatches. The exact location is a secret, but the general area is off of the Rosalie and Tanglewood trails. After several months of successful interaction with one or more Squatches, we were rewarded by an actual sighting that John had not far from our gifting site #2. On that day, the Squatch actually made a sound to attract John's attention: it sounded a little like a dog barking, almost as if a person were to yell out, 'Hey!" with a deep voice. However, since that incredible sighting we'd almost become convinced that the family group had moved on to another location - since there hadn't been any activity at either of our gifting/habituation sites for three weeks. But then we had another encounter.
My friend Julie had been asking for some time if I would take her out on a nighttime Squatching experience. It finally worked out three nights ago, and we met at the local service station around 10pm to drive out to our gifting area. When we arrived, there were a number of vehicles in the trailhead parking lot, but there was also a very large horse trailer there as well. Given the late hour, we assumed that most if not all of the cars were part of the horseback outing, and that they'd undoubtedly ridden way back into the Mount Evans Wilderness to camp. As we walked in we did notice one campfire, but that was all. We gathered enough firewood to build a small fire, then I asked Julie to follow me further up the trial as I wanted to show her something. I decided on the spur of the moment to show her our gifting site #2 - because I trust Julie implicitly, and because there's no way she could ever find her way back to the same spot in the light of day. Both of our sites are located, intentionally, in very thickly wooded sections of the forest. It can feel a little "creepy" going to these places in the daytime, let alone at night when you can't see anything and your imagination starts to wander. We got to "moss rock" as we call it, and as expected everything had been rearranged. I gave the night vision scope to Julie to look around while I put the objects back into some organized fashion. Suddenly we both heard a howling sound coming from deeper in the woods. It didn't sound like either a dog or a coyote, and we both wondered if it could have been a Squatch. The howling came a second time, and I got a distinct feeling that maybe we shouldn't be where we were at that moment. I told Julie that we were heading back out instead of hanging around the gifting rock for awhile. When we got back to some open air and to our pile of firewood I said, "I was feeling pretty uncomfortable back there". Julie replied, "Yeah, I could tell." Sometimes you just got to respect those deep-down feelings and go with it, whether it's logical or not. We lit the fire and sat there for an hour or so, just listening to the forest, talking quietly and looking around with the night scope. Around 12:45 I suggested that we start slowly heading back to the truck. We were about half-way back when suddenly, from behind us on the trial, we both heard a bark. We turned around simultaneously, and almost said in unison, "Did you hear that?" It was clear and distinct, and it sounded exactly like what John had described he'd heard a month earlier. It was a full moon that night, but we couldn't see anything. In hindsight, I wish we'd stayed another 15 minutes, just to see if it WAS a Sasquatch and whether it would show itself. We stood there for maybe five minutes, then headed back to the truck and back home to get some sleep.
All in all, I'd say it was a very successful evening, and I for one am convinced that our family group is still hanging around. Maybe next time it will be a class-A visual sighting. We can only hope.