February 1992
Northern British Columbia


February 1992. I was driving back to Alaska from Albuquerque, where I had spent about 4 months looking for a Job, I decided to go back to Alaska where the jobs paid better. Anyhow, I was on the Alaska Highway in northern BC just south of the Yukon border. It was the middle of the night, well below zero degrees, no other traffic at that time of the year, or that time of night. I had seen about 4 moose bedded along the road in the snow over the last 20ish miles, the headlights were on high beam, my truck lit up the road for about 100 yards in front of me. Then up ahead, I saw what I thought was a person standing next to the road as I got closer, I thought it was a person dressed like a mountain man from the 1800s covered with fur clothing, it/he was just staring straight ahead across the road, never looking in my direction. As I got closer I realized it didn't have boots on or any other type of clothing, no flashlight, no backpack, no rifle, or anything a person would have with them. As I drove past, it was taller than my truck, it never looked at me until I was probably right in front of it. Coming up to it I was going to stop and ask if they needed a ride or any kind of assistance, but at that point the hair was standing up on the back of my neck, nothing about this event was normal. Up to that point I had never really thought about Sasquatch, I just kept driving and never stopped. Since then here in Arizona above 7,000 feet in the Ponderosa pines I've seen human looking tracks in the mud around the tanks ( Man made ponds to water the cattle ) different sized tracks up to about 18 inches long, and was roared at and chased out of the forest. The roar was so loud I could feel it in my whole body, it sounded like an African lion on steroids, even though I was armed, I left the woods very quickly. Those are my Sasquatch stories, thank you for your website and all you do for us who know they exist. John Ganshow...