I am Inuit, living in the general vicinity of Port Hardy on the nothern tip of Vancouver island. Before this, I lived on Prince Rupert Island. I wasn't sure where to report this, and didn't want any ridicule from
people who don't believe in Sasquatch. Perhaps you can assist me.
A friend and I went up to catch the big Salmon run in River's Inlet in July 2004. We drove up to Port Hardy, then took a float plane to Dawson's Landing, where a friend of his had a large boat where we would stay for a week.
We took a smaller boat into the inlet one foggy morning. While
cruising, we saw what we thought was a bear by the edge of the water. We were
about 150 metres away and cut the engine so we wouldn't scare it.
say that there is no hint of civilization anywhere near there at all.
Just the occasional fisherman in a boat, but that's about it.
We were just drifitng towards shore, and when we got to about 30 metres from the animal, it stood up, and it was no bear. It looked like a
cross between an ape and a tall man. I joked that it was a "hung-over,
unshaven Dave Semenko" (former defensman for the Edmonton Oilers, and a
favourite of mine)
The creature, and I WILL call it a Sasquatch now that I know they
exist, watched us without appearing scared. As you know, there are no brakes
on a boat, and we continued to drift towards him, until we got to about
15 metres from shore when my friend panicked and started the
He feared we would run aground at the feet of the Sasquatch.
It had been standing ankle-deep in the water, and jumped quickly about
2 metres up the bank when the engine kicked over, but didn't run away. My friend
reversed the boat, then cut the engine again when we we well clear of the
shore, about 30 metres out. The Sasquatch made a whistling sound, then
grunted like a pig. It picked up a branch and started beating the dirt and
shallow water with it.
It kind of roared, for lack of a better word, then threw the stick,
awkwardly, (like a girl throwing with her opposite hand) and it landed in
the water a few meters, perhaps 4, from shore.
And as quick as can be, it ducked up behind a tree and was gone. We didn't hear it moving and thought that it might be standing still, but we
could see nothing. We waited for about 10 minutes, then decided that
the show was over. Our total time watching each other was less than 5 minutes,
though it seemed longer.
It was a dark brown in colour, with hair all over save for it's hands and face. The face and hands appeared black and leathery. I would guess the hair was 10-12 centimetres in length. It was large, I would guess 2.5 metres tall, and easily 180 kilograms in weight, likely more. Hard to say when you are experiencing something like this!
The massive shoulders gave no indication of a visible neck; it was as though the head was one with the torso.
We told a friend of his about the encounter, and his friend said that
his father had seen Sasquatch 3 times. Once inland from Bella Coola,
and twice in our general vicinity.
I'll tell you how I felt, and it's a little difficult to describe. I
made a hole-in-one 4 years ago. I felt giddy and blessed at the same
time, knowing that the powers-that-be had chosen me, for some reason, to
have a stroke of luck that defies logic or reason. I know many golfers
far better than I who have NOT made an ace.
I decided that it was my moment, my turn, if you will, for fate to give
me a kiss, rather than a kick. After reflecting on our encounter, I felt very much the same as that.
There it is. I don't believe I've left anything out. I will ask a favour, and that is please to not use my full name. You know how people are.
Report file February 3, 2005
Investigator Jack Loud Bird