Experiencer account by Raven Hawk from Idaho

Experiencer account by Raven Hawk from Idaho:

When I first arrived in North Idaho, my purpose was to take care of an old homestead that had been in and old family who helped to settle this valley, since the time of President Roosevelt. This property had been abandoned for about seven years, and the term “rustic” hardly did justice to its condition. It consisted of two tiny one-room cabins, connected by a makeshift room in between, with no windows and tar paper insulation. The electrical system was so outdated that it had to be shut off until new wiring could be installed. For the first five years, I lived without electricity.

While the homestead had once been more extensive, there were still approximately 620 acres remaining, nestled in the rolling hills at the base of the mountains. Although there were some neighbors, the area was quite sparsely populated. Hunting was permitted in the higher regions, but not near my humble abode. I even had an outhouse. My upbringing had prepared me for this kind of rugged living, thanks to my father’s stint as a big game guide. Under his guidance, I learned tracking, fire building, wildlife identification, and other survival skills. My landlady often said I seemed like I was perpetually camping.

During my time there, since I didn’t have to pay rent, I gradually improved the house, and we eventually managed to restore electricity. For the first seven years, I lived in solitude, except for the company of my two wolves. However, the house had two unexpected residents of its own. One was a tiny bat I affectionately named Lurch, who eventually became a sort of friend. The other was a wolverine that had made its home in the root cellar. At night, when it ventured inside, its presence was evident from the distinct smell, and I could crack the door open slightly to catch a glimpse of it under the beam of my flashlight. It was an incredible opportunity to observe this elusive creature up close, as they are rarely seen in the wild. I suspect that the noise and scent of my wolves eventually drove it away.

My first encounter with Sasquatch occurred late one night. All around my cabin, there was an incredibly loud chorus of screams and calls that vibrated through the house, the windows, and even through me. I had enough outdoor experience to rule out common wildlife such as elk, bears, cougars, wild wolves, or owls as the source. Not knowing what it was naturally filled me with fear, and the absence of electricity prevented me from simply turning on a light to investigate. The darkness outside was absolute, with no sign of lights from neighboring properties.

Despite the fear, I’ve always been a bold person who doesn’t easily back down from a challenge. I went into my kitchen, grabbed a metal bowl, placed it over my hand, and struck it with a wooden spoon like a makeshift bell. I yelled out, “Take your FKING party somewhere else!” At that time, I didn’t truly believe in Sasquatch or any cryptid, nor did I have any idea of what was causing the commotion.

That night marked the beginning of my quest to understand the mysteries unfolding around me. When I share my pictures and stories with you, it’s simply to share what I’ve encountered in my surroundings. I have no intention of deceiving anyone or seeking fame or financial gain from these experiences. I don’t charge exorbitant fees for people to “hunt the bigfoot.” I’m just an individual who discovered Sasquatch living with and around me in my remote woods.