From Sasquatch Chronicles:
Tonight Ed Brown joins the show to talk to myself and Woody about the international bigfoot conference.
I will also be speaking to Delvis who is from Texas and Delvis writes “Hey there, Wes! Big fan of the show, I’m a new fan and have been listening for 2 months straight, everyday. I have an encounter of sorts. It happened back in the summer of 1995. I was 15 years old at the time, I’m 36 now and remember it like it was yesterday.
Well, this one night I had a buddy of mine come over, we wanted to rent some video games and movies so I asked my mom if I could borrow the car and head out. She said no and I had a fit, blew a gasket teenage style. I stormed out of the house and walked down the street to cool down. I didn’t even bother telling my friend either, I just left. I walked down to the end of the street to where the street lamps didn’t shine. I took a seat right at the middle of the street and put my head down. At that time my old neighborhood was right next to a corn field, and the rest of the lots were filled with overgrown dry, tall grass and an abundance of mesquite trees. We also had an old meat market that had closed down some years before and was now just an empty vandalized building. The meat market was located on the opposite side of the block and therefore my street was on the backside of the property.
So, I parked myself down and just breathed. I had gone back there into the dark because that’s where my friends and I used to frequent, smoke weed and cigarettes. So I knew the property. Anyway, as I sat there I remember looking up at the sky and noticed how bright the moon was, how the breeze was pushing the trees. Suddenly I heard a rustling sound behind me. I turned back and there was a big opossum scurrying away from me. I sighed in relief and turned back around. I rested my head back down and that’s when I heard it, and extremely loud, deep roar. I picked my head up and just froze. I didn’t even move, all I did was scan the dark empty lot in front of me. All I saw was darkness. I also remember feeling the bass of the roar, I could feel it in my chest. If I could compare it to anything, it sounded like a lion in a movie or something. I told myself to get up and I just couldn’t. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I told myself to run and run I did. I don’t think I’ve ever run faster than that. I got home and my mom, sister and friend were outside on the front porch waiting on me. They asked me what was wrong, I guess I looked at little scared and I told them that I heard something. I remember that feeling of a cold sweat and my gut in knots. At that time I believed it to be the devil, maybe coming after me for being such a little asshole with my mom. Now I don’t know, I really now think it was a sasquatch. We DON’T have big game in this part of Texas like bears or something, we have boar, deer, bobcats, ocelots and of course, opossum but nothing that could have made a sound like that.
And I say it was a sasquatch because years later right after college I found myself working at a home health care office. I met a dude there that later became a friend and I shared my bigfoot story with him. Just so happened that he had one too but his was a creepier since he actually saw the damn thing. He said it happened in 2009, he and a friend were crossing the Mexican border into the states. That one friend was sneaking in his cousin to help him find a job or some shit. These guys decided to cross a little after midnight. While they waited in tall dry grass to finally swim over, (by the way, that tall dry grass is every fucking where down here) he said they heard a loud splash hit the water. When they looked in the direction of the splash he said all they saw a a dense white fog rolling down the water. Said it looked like a living thing. He also mentioned that when that fog rolled up on them, they started to feel sleepy. The group began to move up towards the water and use the fog as cover and that’s when they heard someone swimming in the river. He said he thought it might be illegals or cartel members up to no good. He said as they laid there, this dark heavy gorilla-man (his words not mine) swam right in front of them. Doing the breast stroke, the water hit the creature right at the chest. That’s important because his friend later told him that in that part of the river it was about 6-7 feet deep. The creature looked directly at them and didn’t stop. My buddy made it over just fine after that but never returned to the sight.
I honestly think that the sasquatch visiting this part of Texas uses our canals and ditches as routes to come in and out of the region. The canals are big and deep, and run for miles and miles. I’ve been hunting by some of those places and one could easily disappear out there.
Thanks for giving your audience a platform to share our encounters. I’ve shared my story with people before but was always brushed off. Keep up the great work, peace!”