Posted On: October 23, 2023

So, here is the second encounter with what I believe to be a juvenile Gugwe Sasquatch:.

Again, I am a First Nations man 36 to 37 years old at the time.

I've hunted all my life since I was a child.

I never handled guns when I was that young mind you, but my family always took me out with them.

I started going out on my own at about 14 to 15 years old.

Onto the encounter.

Same as before, I park my truck at the gravel pit and start walking the game trail to the lake that is 2 kms away from the pit.

Remember that I've had an encounter in this exact same spot a year prior.

By this time a year has passed and I've convinced myself that what I saw couldn't have possibly been real.

I started out and came to the spot where I saw the grinning Sabe.

When I get to the spot, the big pile of trees is gone, just gone, with no signs of any leftover trees from the year before.

I look around the area for signs of the felled trees and there is nothing, so strange.

I shrug it off thinking there has to be a logical explanation.

Anyway, I start hiking again and hear a moose off in the distance.

I get my rifle out and go around a bend on the trail, and as luck would have it the young bull is within shooting distance.

I load my rifle, take a knee, and start breathing slowly for a good shot.

I take aim, and SNAP, a tree is broken directly behind me.

Immediately, I go into defence mode, I whirl around pointing my gun, expecting to see another moose or maybe a bear.

But, what I see standing there is no bear, or moose.

It's this god awful hideous humanoid, it is staring at my gun.

It's eyes are darting back and forth from my gun, to my eyes.

Those eyes, so nightmarish and huge, black eyes, no whites.

This thing upon seeing it, the very first thought that popped into my head was, O-M-G, it's a demon?.

I'm f'n dead!.

I look at its blackish-grey face, and it's got these super deep wrinkles in its forehead.

What I immediately notice is the placement of its eyes.

One is lower on its face than the other eye, about an inch out of place like almost on top of its cheekbone.

The head is not sloped or domed, it's like ours only larger.

It's upper lip curled up, revealing those damned shark teeth I saw with the last one.

Yellow stained teeth like triangles, some are chipped and broken, not many, but noticeable.

So there it is, standing there about 5 feet away from me.

This thing is giving off a death vibe, 100% predator.

I start weighing my options on a shot placement.

I look at the rest of its body and it's covered in long wispy hair maybe 4 to 6 inches long. It's obviously hair and not fur, as it is clearly blowing with the wind.

This creature isn't much taller than I am, I stand at 6' tall.

Now the muscles on this thing, nothing short of a bodybuilder on roids, it would put a bodybuilder to shame.

I think, if it comes to it, I'll have to aim for the eye.

That's the other weird thing, this thing, approached from down wind, to me that is intelligence.

Upon looking at the body, I notice that it has patches of missing hair on its chest area.

Now for the skeptics out there, this absolutely could not have been a misidentification on my part.

I've seen bears with mange over my lifetime of hunting, 100% not a bear.

I say that because this damn thing has hands, yes hands with an opposable thumb.

I clearly saw it's hands, because it put up its outstretched hand like a human would to indicate, ‘stop,' or don't shoot.

On its other hand which is at its side, is where I see long black, cracked fingernails.

These look just like human fingernails, only sharper and longer.

Underneath the missing hair is a grey skin that looks like something rubbed it off after repeating a task many times.

I look down at its feet, and yes, it has feet, not paws.

By this time I've started talking Cree language to it.

I'm telling it, look I know you can hurt me, and I can hurt you.

That is not what I want. I've caught you trying to sneak up on me, I only want to leave.

It never answered me.

Rather, it leaned back with its long arm and caught itself.

Both feet were planted and the other arm was supporting its weight on the ground.

All the while holding its outstretched hand in the stop or don't shoot motion.

Upon seeing this, I started to slowly lower my rifle.

When I lowered my rifle, it too uncurled its lip, in conjunction with me lowering the gun.

I thought, this is my chance. “I want to leave peacefully, with none of us getting hurt”.

At this point, I notice it is clearly looking past me, behind me.

So I moved very slowly and leaned the 30.06 semi auto up against a small tree.

I closed my eyes and turned around, putting myself at this things mercy.

I count to 5 in my head.

All I hear at this point in time is this thing taking off, breaking small trees and stuff, and so very fast, so fast. I gtfo there.

I used to be a solo hunter and trekked for kms at a time.

I even hunted at night, as I'm on a Reserve for First Nations.

Hunting was my greatest passion, but after all this,

I cannot hunt anymore, especially at night.

I will still go out in the daytime, but now all I think about are these 2 encounters.

It's taken the joy of hunting away knowing these things are out there and I have to keep my head on a swivel.

I refuse to go back to that area.

I mean three strikes and your out, ya know?.

This has changed my world view fundamentally.

What else is out there?.

I would be willing to undergo hypnosis, take a lie detector test, anything. Why?.

To advance our understanding and knowledge of these things.

I put these stories out for educational purposes and to provide warning, these things are out there, and they don't look friendly. Interestingly enough, my reservation is directly adjacent to a provincial park, coincidence or not, idk.

Post from user Razeal_102 at at reddit.

Posted On: October 23, 2023

So, here is the second encounter with what I believe to be a juvenile Gugwe Sasquatch:.

Again, I am a First Nations man 36 to 37 years old at the time.

I've hunted all my life since I was a child.

I never handled guns when I was that young mind you, but my family always took me out with them.

I started going out on my own at about 14 to 15 years old.

Onto the encounter.

Same as before, I park my truck at the gravel pit and start walking the game trail to the lake that is 2 kms away from the pit.

Remember that I've had an encounter in this exact same spot a year prior.

By this time a year has passed and I've convinced myself that what I saw couldn't have possibly been real.

I started out and came to the spot where I saw the grinning Sabe.

When I get to the spot, the big pile of trees is gone, just gone, with no signs of any leftover trees from the year before.

I look around the area for signs of the felled trees and there is nothing, so strange.

I shrug it off thinking there has to be a logical explanation.

Anyway, I start hiking again and hear a moose off in the distance.

I get my rifle out and go around a bend on the trail, and as luck would have it the young bull is within shooting distance.

I load my rifle, take a knee, and start breathing slowly for a good shot.

I take aim, and SNAP, a tree is broken directly behind me.

Immediately, I go into defence mode, I whirl around pointing my gun, expecting to see another moose or maybe a bear.

But, what I see standing there is no bear, or moose.

It's this god awful hideous humanoid, it is staring at my gun.

It's eyes are darting back and forth from my gun, to my eyes.

Those eyes, so nightmarish and huge, black eyes, no whites.

This thing upon seeing it, the very first thought that popped into my head was, O-M-G, it's a demon?.

I'm f'n dead!.

I look at its blackish-grey face, and it's got these super deep wrinkles in its forehead.

What I immediately notice is the placement of its eyes.

One is lower on its face than the other eye, about an inch out of place like almost on top of its cheekbone.

The head is not sloped or domed, it's like ours only larger.

It's upper lip curled up, revealing those damned shark teeth I saw with the last one.

Yellow stained teeth like triangles, some are chipped and broken, not many, but noticeable.

So there it is, standing there about 5 feet away from me.

This thing is giving off a death vibe, 100% predator.

I start weighing my options on a shot placement.

I look at the rest of its body and it's covered in long wispy hair maybe 4 to 6 inches long. It's obviously hair and not fur, as it is clearly blowing with the wind.

This creature isn't much taller than I am, I stand at 6' tall.

Now the muscles on this thing, nothing short of a bodybuilder on roids, it would put a bodybuilder to shame.

I think, if it comes to it, I'll have to aim for the eye.

That's the other weird thing, this thing, approached from down wind, to me that is intelligence.

Upon looking at the body, I notice that it has patches of missing hair on its chest area.

Now for the skeptics out there, this absolutely could not have been a misidentification on my part.

I've seen bears with mange over my lifetime of hunting, 100% not a bear.

I say that because this damn thing has hands, yes hands with an opposable thumb.

I clearly saw it's hands, because it put up its outstretched hand like a human would to indicate, ‘stop,' or don't shoot.

On its other hand which is at its side, is where I see long black, cracked fingernails.

These look just like human fingernails, only sharper and longer.

Underneath the missing hair is a grey skin that looks like something rubbed it off after repeating a task many times.

I look down at its feet, and yes, it has feet, not paws.

By this time I've started talking Cree language to it.

I'm telling it, look I know you can hurt me, and I can hurt you.

That is not what I want. I've caught you trying to sneak up on me, I only want to leave.

It never answered me.

Rather, it leaned back with its long arm and caught itself.

Both feet were planted and the other arm was supporting its weight on the ground.

All the while holding its outstretched hand in the stop or don't shoot motion.

Upon seeing this, I started to slowly lower my rifle.

When I lowered my rifle, it too uncurled its lip, in conjunction with me lowering the gun.

I thought, this is my chance. “I want to leave peacefully, with none of us getting hurt”.

At this point, I notice it is clearly looking past me, behind me.

So I moved very slowly and leaned the 30.06 semi auto up against a small tree.

I closed my eyes and turned around, putting myself at this things mercy.

I count to 5 in my head.

All I hear at this point in time is this thing taking off, breaking small trees and stuff, and so very fast, so fast. I gtfo there.

I used to be a solo hunter and trekked for kms at a time.

I even hunted at night, as I'm on a Reserve for First Nations.

Hunting was my greatest passion, but after all this,

I cannot hunt anymore, especially at night.

I will still go out in the daytime, but now all I think about are these 2 encounters.

It's taken the joy of hunting away knowing these things are out there and I have to keep my head on a swivel.

I refuse to go back to that area.

I mean three strikes and your out, ya know?.

This has changed my world view fundamentally.

What else is out there?.

I would be willing to undergo hypnosis, take a lie detector test, anything. Why?.

To advance our understanding and knowledge of these things.

I put these stories out for educational purposes and to provide warning, these things are out there, and they don't look friendly. Interestingly enough, my reservation is directly adjacent to a provincial park, coincidence or not, idk.

Post from user Razeal_102 at at reddit.