A big foot
A witness describes seeing a family of sasquatch – one of them a pregnant female. Photo: Pixabay

A gentleman of the Gitsegukla First Nation, from B.C., shared his sighting experience with me. At the time, he was a self-employed hearing specialist, under contract with the Yukon Workers’ Safety and Compensation Board, who was conducting hearing tests around the Yukon. He was using a three-ton truck—set up with testing equipment, a dining area and sleeping quarters—to travel to various mining sites and to camp along the way.

On July 8, 2008, he was on his way to some small mining sites in the area of Keno City, in Central Yukon. His first appointment was on the following day at 10 a.m., so he decided to camp by Duncan Creek for the night.

Duncan Creek and the area, around Keno City, had been mined since the early 1900s. All of the waterways in the region have experienced mining activities, and most still do.

Keno City is 35 kilometres northeast of Mayo on Yukon Highway 11—the Silver Trail. The Duncan Creek Road is the original but longer road leading to Keno City. The present-day, shorter connector road between Mayo and Keno was constructed when mining operations started in the area of Elsa and Calumet in the mid-1900s. Today there are two large mining operations around Keno City.

After dinner, our witness had ventured in the direction of the creek by following a small trail. Being a rock collector, he bagged a few interesting rocks; then at around 8 p.m., he was heading back to his campsite.

He was walking slowly, mostly looking at the ground, when at a bend in the trail, three metres in front of him, he noticed two large bipedal entities walking his way, which he immediately identified as sasquatch.

The one mostly in front was a pregnant female and, according to the witness, ready to give birth. They all stopped, looking at each other, and the female immediately moved behind her companion, a mean-looking, tall, shaggy and huge sasquatch that, at the time, was showing a grimace of some sort, with protruding, dirty ivory-coloured teeth—but there were no sounds, no vocals or any gestures on their part.

Our witness, quickly recovering from his shock, then made a hand gesture by bringing his open hand to his heart and presenting his open hand to the sasquatch, in a gesture of friendship. 

He made this gesture three times, and it seemed to work; they appeared to understand, as the male was no longer showing the original grimace and was sort of relaxing. Then, with his hand still open, our witness pointed to himself and gestured that he was going to walk into the bush, leaving them the trail.

The gentleman started walking into the bush, to his left. First the sasquatch stood still, then they also started walking on the trail. The witness was now looking in his direction of travel, his eyes no longer watching the sasquatch, for a few seconds. Then, when he turned in their direction, they were gone … no longer in sight.

The next morning, the gentleman contacted me by email and requested that we meet when he came back to Whitehorse. We met three days later and I conducted an interview with him, getting his full story.

A few interesting points were presented: the female was pregnant, showing that indeed, sasquatch do have family groups. The action of the female (moving behind the male), seeking protection, showed a human-related trait. The action of the male (first showing a grimace) conveyed that he was not happy meeting our witness; then he stood still, showing he was protecting his companion; and then sort of accepted the message of friendship conveyed by the gentleman’s hand gestures (by no longer grimacing), which demonstrated an ability to understand.

Then, the vanishing: How did it happen? The witness stated they were in clear view, a few metres away, then he turned to look where he was going, for a few seconds—maybe four at the most—and when he looked back, they were gone … no longer there. No walking sounds. Nothing.

I visited the area a week later, located his campsite by following his directions, walked the trail in question a few times, hoping to find a few footprints, but no such luck … and I did not meet our legendary creature, either.

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