Truth Proof Report 291 Experiences with Sasquatch

2011 USA

Hi Paul,

Again I want to say thank you for sharing my face to face encounter as a young boy. You sharing it on your channel and receiving lots of positive feedback in the comments has helped me to not be so closed up and secretive about these events in my life. It's hard to explain, but I feel sharing that encounter has helped me to move forward in certain ways internally and opened doors within me that I didn't know were there. What I am trying to say is that it is a beautiful thing to be heard, especially when it involves something that - generally speaking - would normally bring you public shaming and ridicule. It doesn't really matter to me if skeptics believe that my experiences are real or not. At this point in my life I feel that what really matters is just to be heard without being judged. It really is a precious gift. In a way you are providing an invaluable service to people who have been shamed, laughed at, ridiculed for merely having an encounter with one of these beings (and usually against their will).

Having said this, I would like to share an encounter I had about 15 years ago when I first moved to the Pacific Northwest. My wife, my young son, and myself had just moved to the area and were trying to figure out where we wanted to live. We did a lot of camping the first few months we were there and we wanted to explore all of the amazing places in the Puget Sound area.

I really wanted to do some camping at Mt. Rainier National Park, mostly because of my interest in Sasquatch. I had read many encounters with these beings in and around the Mount Rainier area and I knew they had a strong presence around the mountain. At the time I still had a very strong fear of them and had still considered myself an avid BF researcher, but I wanted to overcome my lifelong fear and to try to reach out to them. Not the greatest idea I know, but I needed to overcome this obstacle in my life. I still periodically had nightmares with sasquatch and I truly wanted to be done with them.

I had always felt that these beings had psychic abilities and after years and years of reading others accounts of paranormal or psychic interactions with them, I felt that reaching out to them in a psychic way was probably the only way to actually have interaction with them. So we had traveled down Route 410, next to the White river, Northeast of Mount Rainier and found a beautiful area to set up a tent and camp next to the river. It was so beautiful. The area where we set up our tent was pristine, clear, flat ground (this detail is important to the story as you will see later) nestled within some majestic hemlock trees. I clear and beautiful day weatherwise. It was about noon when we set up camp and throughout the day I was sending a message out with my mind, or trying to send a telepathic greeting, introducing myself and telling anyone that could hear me that I was a friend and wanted to say hello. I invited the sasquatch people to come visit us yet I did ask them to not scare us, because I was trying to overcome my fear of them. I said all this in my mental projections into the forest. All that day and into the early evening I would periodically send out these friendly messages (with some trepidation I might add). I felt nothing in return. I didn't sense anything unusual or odd. Everything seemed peaceful and I had serious doubts that these messages were even being received.

Evening came and we had dinner and enjoyed a nice campfire (it was in the late spring when this took place). We soon felt sleepy and set in for bed. My wife and my son fell asleep almost immediately and before I dozed off in my sleeping bag, I wanted to try one last time to send a friendly message. I started telepathically sending my greetings and something very strange happened. This is very hard to articulate into words but I will do my best to describe it. I felt this sort of "connection" with something after about 20 seconds of my message. It was like being hooked up to a psychic battery or something like this, as there was a very strong "surge" of energy and I received a picture in my mind of a face. It looked like a typical sasquatch face, but it was very intense. Instantly it started to communicate with me, not in english words but in feelings. It was so intense that it hurt my mind and after about 5 seconds I had to disconnect mentally. After it was over I laid there in my sleeping bag in a sort of disbelief. What the hell just happened? Was that really them? Did I just somehow make all that up? I laid there for probably 30 minutes or so having this internal debate with myself wondering what the hell that was. I did feel like there was a message coming back to me but I did not understand it. After a while I ended up falling asleep.

Some time later in the night I was suddenly awoken by something. I didn't hear anything and couldn't see anything because it was pitch black out. I laid there trying to listen to any possible noise or movement outside. The next thing that happened I felt the top of the tent being pushed down from above. My wife and my son were lying right next to me and I knew that they were still asleep and were not moving. The tent was slowly being pushed down from outside and I became petrified. My first thought was that it was a crazy human being trying to get into the tent and get to us. I did not instantly think it was a sasquatch but another human with a possible horrible intent. For some reason I instantly called out to sasquatch to help us. With all my might I shouted out a telepathic message for their assistance and I projected my need to them. Instantly that intense "connection" happened again and the face was there, but this time the communication was understandable. It was kind of like a mental download at first. I instantly knew that the one communicating with me was a leader of a clan of sasquatches and that they had heard my messages the previous day. The sense I got from them was that they were perplexed and amazed that a human had made contact with them in this way as they had never experienced a human reaching out like this before. So they were very intrigued and curious about this human. He told me (and it was a "He") that they heard my request to visit and so they did. The clan wanted to see the human who could do this. This of course kinda terrified me, but before I could adequately respond this being said to me, "We know that you are afraid and we think it is admirable of you to try to contact us in a friendly manner despite your deep personal fear of us." With that I felt the pressure relieved off of the tent and the being told me that I do not need to be afraid. One of them wanted to wake me up but not by making noises. They just wanted my attention and not to wake everyone else up in the tent. I then felt this peace come over me and the voice said, "We will watch over you and your family tonight. You will be very protected, so rest well and thank you for your messages." The connection was broken at that point and it was over. I heard nothing outside but the river in the distance. I laid there, again, thinking to myself, "Did I just lose my damn mind? Did I just make all of that up in my head? That had to be real, right???" I honestly didn't know what to think about it, but still felt this great peace and sometime soon thereafter that I fell asleep.

That morning after sunrise I was the first to awaken with a full bladder and I had to go pretty bad. I immediately thought about the events the night before and again did not know what to think about it all. Was that real? Well, at that moment I had to pee like a racehorse and carefully got out of my bag and unzipped the tent to get out. I stood up looking outside in the early morning light and I gasped. My gasp woke up my partner and she said, "What is it? What's wrong?" All I could say was "Look at this!" So she got up and looked outside the tent and directly to the east of the tent about a foot away was this little trench that was dug into the ground. It was about 3 inches wide, three inches deep, and about eight feet long, gouged into the ground. A straight line. My ex saw it and gasped herself. "That wasn't there last night!" And she was right. The whole area where we had set up the tent was clear and unblemished. It was why we had set up the tent in that location. Sometime during the night this line was dug into the ground. There were no fallen tree branches or any logical way to explain how that trench was placed there in the middle of the night. I looked all around the area for any tracks or signs of anything, but there was nothing. I still have no idea why that was placed there during the night. Was it a line of demarcation? A "do not cross this line"? Was it placed there to help me realize that I did not make this up in my head? I tend to believe that that was the reason behind it.

I told my wife all that had happened the previous night and after seeing the trench for herself she believed me. She told me that later that the previous evening she felt like she was being watched but disregarded it. Is there any "proof" of this encounter? No. It is just my experience. It is not meant to try to convince anyone and I don't doubt that there will be lots of naysayers who will crap on this "woo" encounter. I know it happened to me and I am a very mentally stable, happy individual. I know it is hard enough for people to believe in the existence of sasquatch itself, let alone an encounter like this. That reality is not lost on me. I am my own greatest critic and skeptic. Yet I swear on my life that this is true and would be happy to take a polygraph test over it.

I have two other encounters that are somewhat similar to this one, both of which were more unnerving than this one. It is not easy to share these things, because I understand how it may seem to others who haven't experienced anything close to this. Psychic phenomena itself is ridiculed by most people, so how much more a psychic interaction with a damn sasquatch??? If it hadn't happened to me I would be skeptical too.

Thanks Paul for allowing me to share my crazy experience. Again, I am not trying to convince anyone here, I am just sharing this to possibly help others who have had very "woo" experiences, and for them to know that they are not alone. Hopefully my encounters will help encourage others to tell their "extra weird" bigfoot experiences too.

Bless you Paul in all that you do. Bye for now.

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This experience I am about to share with you happened to me in 2011 while camping near Mount Pilchuck, east of Granite Falls in Washington state. Mount Pilchuck is one of the largest mountains in that area and has a trail going all the way to the top. It can be seen on a clear day from Seattle and is beautiful to behold. Although it may be a beautiful place it certainly has an odd feeling to the surrounding area. Having hiked and camped on the mountain several times it has always had an ominous feel to it, especially at night.

Well, during the spring of 2011 I decided to take my 8 year old son camping over a weekend and chose Mount Pilchuck to explore. While driving up the mountain there were various turn offs of old, abandoned logging roads that lead away from the mountain and that go on for miles and miles. I decided to take one of these old roads and see where it went. It went on and on for miles with no place to turn around. After about 20 minutes of driving we finally came to a point in the road where there was a steep dropoff to the north and a steep hill going up to the south and a tree bent over the road in an upside-down "U" shape that blocked further travel. Thankfully there was enough space about 100 feet in front of the tree to be able to carefully turn around, but before we did that we drove right up to the strange tree that was bent over the road. We got out of the car to take a look around and examine it.

I have to say, first off that as soon as we got out of the car I felt like we were being watched. We walked up to the tree and I had noticed something on the ground, in the center of the road, right in front of it. It was a woman's clothing. A pink jacket, denim pants, underwear, and a shirt. All folded. It seemed intentionally placed. Looking at the clothing and looking around just made my skin crawl. Now this was before David Paulides' first books on Missing 411 came out, but I was still aware of all the missing people in the National forests under strange circumstances from my own research into the matter, but it wasn't at the forefront of my mind as it is today. So the clothing being this far out in the middle of nowhere was very strange and creepy. I kept how I felt to myself as I did not want to possibly scare my little boy. I said to my son lets walk further down the road past the tree and so we bent under the tree and started walking. Immediately we both felt really strange, like we were walking on someone else's property and we both got the chills. My son said "Dad, let's go back!" and I was happy to oblige. As soon as we got back to the other side of the tree it felt much better and safer. It was really strange. At my son's suggestion he pointed out a nice little place off the side of the road where we could pitch our tent for the night and after feeling it out with my intuition I felt it was not an ideal place, but my intuition said was safe. Remember, I was still seeking to overcome my fear of sasquatch and felt this was a good place to face that fear. I was uneasy about it, but I also knew that I had a habit of psyching myself out of camping because of my past experiences with sasquatch. I asked how my son felt (as he is very intuitive even at that young age) and he said he felt fine with camping there, so that was good enough for me.

We set up camp and started a fire, had a nice meal and enjoyed the experience of it all. I still felt like we were being watched that whole time, but it did not feel threatening or overly ominous. The sun set and we settled down to sleep in our tent for the night. My son fell asleep fairly quickly, but I stayed up just listening to the light drizzle that began and that lasted the entire night.

At some point I fell asleep and awoke in the middle of the night to buzzing sounds in my ears and I could not move. I could open my eyes, but I could not make any sounds or move any part of my body. The moon must have been fairly full as there was enough light during the night to be able to see just a little. I became frightened because although I was awake I was not able to move whatsoever. As I was laying there unable to move I heard bipedal footsteps come walking from the south side of the tent (where the road and the inclining hill was) and the steps came right up to the tent. As I was lying there unable to move I sensed pressure on the tent and felt what seemed like hands pressing down onto my feet from outside the tent. Like whatever it was knew where my feet were and pressed down from outside and applied maybe 20 pounds of pressure to my feet and ankles. I was absolutely terrified and tried my hardest to cry out to my son, who was sleeping peacefully right next to me. The buzzing sound in my ears was almost deafening. After about 10 seconds of this pressure on my feet I felt it let off and heard the tent move back into normal position and the footsteps walked away to the north, down the steep embankment. About 10 for 15 seconds after the footsteps could no longer be heard the paralysis suddenly disappeared and I could move again. I sat up in a frenzy and grabbed my machete that I always take with me in the wild and checked on my son. He was sound asleep and seemed fine. I sat up trying to process what in the hell just happened to me and was trying to figure out if what I had experienced was just a dream or not. I did get my flashlight and looked outside the tent for a bit but saw no indications of anything unusual or any tracks. So I sat up for quite some time after that just listening, trying to hear anything like footsteps and trying to calm myself, but eventually I ended up falling asleep again after convincing myself that it must have just been a very strange dream.

Some time later that night I woke up again with buzzing in my ears and unable to move for a second time. I was laying on my back and although I could not move I could still move my eyes. I tried desperately to call out to my son to wake him up, thinking that if I could wake him up he could somehow snap me out of this paralysis. I could let out the tiniest moan but that was it. Then I heard the footsteps again and saw the silhouette of something moving outside the tent and then the tent being pressed down and the pressure on my feet and ankles. This time it definitely felt like large hands pressing directly down. I was screaming inside and did everything I could to break free but I could not. Then after what seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds the pressure released off of my feet and ankles and the tent popped back to its normal position and I heard footsteps again walk off down the steep incline down the mountain to the north. Then I snapped out of it and again sat up in a frenzy and tried to process everything that had happened. After checking on my son, who seemed just fine, I had to make the decision whether to stay or not. I did not want to go out there in the rain in the darkness and in some ways I felt safer inside our little tent than going out and jumping in the car which was only 30 feet away. I made the decision to stay and face this fear and wasn't going to let myself be scared away. Besides I still wasn't fully convinced that it wasn't just a strange dream, but after happening twice in a row I wasn't so sure. Regardless I decided to not pack up and to stick it out. My intuition was not screaming at me to leave so I felt like I needed to stick it out.

Again after quite a while of sitting up and listening to the gentle rain I soon laid down and fell asleep. The next thing I remember was waking up a little, where you are half-asleep and half-awake, and I was noticing lights coming down the logging road towards us. Like another vehicle is coming down the road towards the bent tree, and I remember seeing the lights outside passing by the tent and continuing down the road past the tree. I remember thinking to myself that it was strange that they did not turn around because there was not any way anyone could drive past the tree. I don't know why this didn't wake me up as being fully conscious I would have jumped up and looked outside in a heartbeat, but I didn't. I fell back asleep again.

I was awoken again a third time with buzzing in my ears and unable to move. Everything happened just like before although I was laying on my right side again. Same footsteps, same pressure through the tent and on my feet, same walking away and then the paralysis instantly disappearing. Thankfully after this last event I could tell that dawn was just starting, so I immediately started packing up everything I could and when it became light enough outside to see the car without a flashlight I got my son up and put him in the car, locked it, then quickly took down the tent and threw everything in the trunk as quickly as I could and got the hell out of there. Before I left though I looked all over carefully to see if I could see any tracks or anything else and there was nothing.

Later on that day after getting home I called the Snohomish County Sheriff's Department non-emergency number and told them about the strange clothing I found and they gave me the number to a sheriff deputy who was assigned to patrolling Mount Pilchuck State Park. I called him and had a fascinating two hour conversation with this man. I will withhold his name but when I told him about the strange woman's clothing he seemed very interested in this and could tell that he was taking quite a bit of notes. During our conversation we talked about all kinds of interesting things, but he told me about a homeless man who was living near the bottom of the mountain at Mt. Pilchuck State Park and that although he was homeless he did not seem mentally unfit or doing drugs at all. Well, they found his naked body deceased at the very top of the mountain. After recovering the body they visited his little camp and it looked like the clothes that he was wearing were carefully folded and laid out, but the strange thing was that his feet were not dirty or seemed to be marked up at all, as you would expect if someone walked up an entire mountain barefoot. When I had asked him how the homeless man died he said that the apparent case was from exposure, even though it was in the middle of the summer when it had happened. When I first heard David Paulides on Coast to Coast AM back in 2012 on his first Missing 411 interview I immediately thought of that poor homeless man.

I did not tell him about my strange experience the night before, but I did ask him if he had ever gotten calls from people seeing sasquatch on the mountain and he responded in a very surprising way. "Oh yeah, it happens pretty regularly." Like it was no big deal to him. I asked him if he believed in sasquatch and again he said "oh they're definitely real" in a real-nonchalant way. Yet he gave me the impression that he did not want to elaborate on that. He seemed very open and honest and was surprisingly willing to talk and answer my questions. I gave him explicit directions to where the woman's clothes were and he told me that they were going to check it out and if they come across anything further regarding the clothing that he would give me a call. He never did.

However, and I feel that this is the strangest part of the whole thing, out of sheer curiosity about a week later I decided to go back to Mount Pilchuck and see if the clothes were still there. Going up the winding mountain road I finally came to the turnoff where the old logging road was that I had gone down and it had been completely sealed off. Not just with a gate or a concrete barackade but with tons and tons of rock and gravel. At least six feet high from the original road and it went back at least 100 feet. They completely obliterated that area so that nothing could get back in there (at least with vehicles). There were signs posted that said no trespassing or hiking allowed. Was it all just a coincidence? Was it related? I have a distinct feeling that it is definitely related. I think they knew something bad was happening back in that section of woods and they did everything they could to cut it off for anyone to venture down. This along with the Missing 411 case, it is all very very strange.

Several summers ago my son and a bunch of his friends wanted to go up Mount Pilchuck at night after I had told them about my experience there. You know how kids are. They wanted to get freaked out a little bit and wanted me to take them up as a group and see if anything happens. We went about halfway up the mountain to where a main trailhead is and we just sat and listened. We did get out and went into the woods a little ways but stayed close together as a group (as I had educated them all about Missing 411) and we started hearing voices in the woods. Indistinct, mumbling voices just out of range of the flashlights. We listened in stunned silence for several minutes staring wide-eyed at each other. I called out to say hello and got no response. It spooked the hell out of all of us. There were no other vehicles up there either. We piled into the vehicle and headed back down the mountain in a hurry. One of the kids said they thought they saw a white silhouette in the treeline as we started to drive off.

There is definitely something out in those woods. I don't know if it was a sasquatch that did that to me in the tent, as I have no proof that it was, but my gut tells me that it was them and that the message was telling me to definitely NOT move beyond that point. Like the pressure on my feet was saying "don't walk any further". Was it them protecting us? If so, from what? It is all very strange and I have many questions. Since I had that face to face encounter as a child, and my first "woo" experience I wrote to you about previously, I feel like the sasquatch have had my back even if it doesn't feel like it at the time. When I have had direct or indirect encounters with them they usually seem very unnerving and even downright terrifying at the time, but there has never been anything nefarious in my experiences. They show over and over again that they are extraordinarily intelligent and are far superior to us in probably every way, especially within the context of being in the wild. It is very possible that these beings are "protectors of the forest" in ways we just do not understand. Maybe one of their functions is keeping other even more mysterious, more dangerous unknown predators at bay. If my experience above was a sasquatch person, it could have easily harmed me and my son, but it didn't. It could have even scared me much more effectively, but it did not. It did send a message loud and clear though, to not go any further. These beings may very well be protecting us, by scaring us out of a location. Sometimes I know that can be hard to wrap our heads around, especially for those who have had frightening experiences with them, but these frightening encounters that we might have with them may have a deeper story behind it that we are unable to see. I suggest it is definitely a possibility. That the sasquatch people may be protectors in ways that is hard for us to understand. Just something to ponder.

Thanks Paul for the opportunity to share my experiences, even if they may be more "woo" than most other encounters. I have one more direct face to face encounter that I will share after this that is the shortest of them all, but is still very strange and unnerving. Thank you my friend for doing all that you do.

John B

Paul: Thank you for your kind words and sharing your intriguing experiences. And thank you for taking the trouble to describe your adventures so thoroughly.