Sanscatchawanie

By The Lone Wryder

Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Yeti etc., most of us have heard stories of their sightings. Let me tell you up front, they are real, very big, very hairy and much nearer than you think. I began with an attitude that they were in the same classification as flying saucers. After traveling around our nation and meeting with people who claim to have seen them, my opinion started to change. Then having a near experience myself on a mountain camping trip, it brought this topic home to reality. I pursued and talked with people who claimed they did see a hairy beast that stands in excess of eight feet tall. My travels took me to the mountains and an Indian tribe involved with the beasts. At this point I obtained verification that the hairy beasts do exist. I was drafted to assist in confidentiality, capturing and returning some of the roaming beasts back to their community safe haven. My assignment sent me to Idaho, then east to Iowa and onto Minnesota. Risking my life at each turn to bring back the escaped hairy beasts the Indians called "Sanscatchawanie". The search trail included broken into farm with barns, small towns along the highway with stores damaged, trash containers tossed around like toys and a confrontation between a bar patron and two of the Sanscatchawanie at closing time. The search was long, exhausting and involved two dedicated semi-truck drivers and their eighteen wheeler who helped with my task. Keep one thing in mind the hairy beasts, or better called "Sanscatchawanie", are real, alive and roam the mountains today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Lone Wryder
• Release date: Jul 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370202119

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Sanscatchawanie

By

The Lone Wryder

Sanscatchawanie

Copyright © 2016, The Lone Wryder

All Rights Reserved

This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be resold or given away to other people. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. They are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons is entirely coincidental.

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Pictures / Drawings by The Lone Wryder

Interior book design by

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Introduction

This writing is meant to be a encouragement to all those people out there who for years have studied, read articles about and believe in the hairy, two legged, standing upright, nine foot high creatures, that many refer to as IT. IT is also referred to by other names: Big Foot, Sasquatch, Wendigo, Grassman, Almas, Yowie, Yeti, Abominable Snowman etc. IT has been named differently in many regions. One thing is for certain they all have a common general description of a giant, hairy, two legged beast.

Anyone of a curious nature cannot just ignore the signs of numerous sightings over the many years that have built a curious history trail. Maybe if it was only one sighting a person could easily deny the story, maybe even two or three sightings could be denied. But how can numerous sightings in so many different geographical areas be denied, they can’t.

Take a nice drive in the country side for a late afternoon ride. Glancing at the landscape of heavy woods and underbrush as you ride may just give you a flash look of the beast.

This writing is of my once in a life time experiences of meeting face to face the harry beasts of the woodlands. Yes, they are real and roam the hills. I was very fortunate to be in the right place at the right time to witness and experience nature’s fieriest beast that has roamed this world for ages and for the most part eluded man.

For many years I have been bound by a secrete pledge not to discuss my experiences with the hairy nine foot high beast. Over the last few years this promise has disturbed me to no end. I asked myself many times can not humans take this news in the right vain and help cultivate a relationship that supports the hairy beasts?

I give you Sanscatchawanie

Dedication

This writing is dedicated to those who travel in these curious wonderings. Individuals with open minds to the unknown, to possibility of existence, who continue to believe in the Hairy Beasts of the woodlands and continue their search for the truth.

There are many times individuals diligently research a topic, conduct extensive analysis’s digging deep into the unknown, unaware at times they have passed in the process and pushed aside the obvious. Yet the latter holds many times the answers being sought. This is one of the major findings for my writing. Many of you may have had a similar experience and brushed it by. Then later gone back to take up where you left off. Your perseverance and dedication is to whom this writing is dedicated. And to a friend living a short distance south of my residence, who researches ancestry archives diligently and in doing so delights the recipients, both near family and distant relatives alike.

To the Sanscatchawanie or hairy beasts that have survived centuries and still roam the earth.

May they survive the storms of time and be here forever.

Sanscatchawanie

By

The Lone Wryder

CONTENTS

Stories of Unnatural Happenings

First Encounter With a Big Foot

In Search of The Truth, CO-CHOCK-IDI

In Search of The Sanscatchawanie, North

Searching For The Remaining Two Escaped Sanscatchawainie

Connecting With The Sanscatchwanie

Sanscatchawanie Search, Salt Lake Comic Con

In Search of The Sanscatchawanie, East

Minneapolis, Final Destination

Two Sanscatchwanies West

Two Sanscatchawanies Returned

Pay Attention, Take Heed

Stories of Unnatural Happenings

I was born and raised in the Midwest. No different from any of you average fellows. I traveled all over initially in hope of gaining some knowledge and understanding about my homeland and the people living in different states. I am curious in nature like my dad who passed away some time ago. His curiosity I guess was passed down to me. I believe this is what drove me to one of the greatest discoveries of my life.

During my travels I was exposed from time to time to people who told stories of hairy, giant, two legged beasts. Stories of either their personal encounters or they knew a close friend, relative who said they saw a beast.

In this day and age stories of this nature can be easily discounted. And for me it was no different, in the beginning I came to that common conclusion it must be a farce, storytelling fodder, along the lines of flying saucers. No way can hairy beasts running around be true.

As time passed and my exposure to open minded people became increasingly larger I found myself focusing more on those individuals who had some experiences indirectly or directly with these beasts that many called Big Foot. I started to compare individual’s stories from different areas. They had some remarkable similarities. I became somewhat fascinated with the stories and started to seek the story tellers out. The most detailed happenings seem to come from the rural areas. Stories seem to center around the country side particularly forests, dense wooded area, lots of underbrush best described by hunters as rough to walk through, only good for rabbit travel.

I started to selectively pick places to visit that had some reputations for sightings. I stopped in many small towns and visited with quite a few people. I got lucky a few times and located small towns that had a retired vacated old library, community center or abandoned railroad station. Places where town folks would gather on Friday nights to chat and trade stories.

One such place was in a small town where the railroad years ago played a significant part in the local economy. After years went by the emphasis for travel and hauling transferred to cars, buses and trucks. This more or less ended the life of the railroad line. The town removed much of the railroad tracks, not all. However they left the depot building standing. The depot or railroad station building as it is called was very old, weathered, not maintained well but still stood tall. Maybe a little shaky in strong winds but stood proud in its own right. Inside the building there were rows of hardwood benches, some broken, all well worn. This was where years ago where travelers waited for their train. The ticket booth with a metal grill to greet ticket purchasers was fairly well intact. The booth had a small door in the back for the ticket sales person to enter and exit. All of it was still remarkably in place. There were old cork style bulletin boards on two walls for notices, presumably for train schedules. The main large room, big enough to be an auditorium, had a large pot belly wood stove in the center of the structure with a pipe that went straight up and through the ceiling. This kept the building heated on cold days and it warmed the many train travelers. It was a grand old depot.

In recent years the old vacated building served as a convenient Friday evening get together place for the local townspeople. A perfect place to tell ghost tales and talked about other unexplained strange happenings around town, all would be told as story topics of the night. It was a good place to go and get the bejeebees scared out of you. That made for an end of evening brisk walk home looking over your shoulders continually in the dark crisp air to see if any ghosts were following.

There was always old Dan from the grocery store in attendance to tell a few mystery stories of the towns past history. Chad another old geezer who owned the hardware store told his share of scary tales of the vacated buildings in the area and the spirits who seem to hang around. Warning people they would be at risk if they strayed close to these haunted areas.

I learned about the railroad station from a café owner who served me a nice dinner and wanted to chat. I was fortunate enough to arrive in the town mid Friday afternoon and grab a bite to eat. When I inquired he informed me and some locals sitting in the booth next to me informed me there was some story telling going on this evening at the railroad station. I finished off my supper and then walked over to the vacant railroad station. I was looking forward to listening to a few stories and having a little evening company. The café owner said strangers are welcome to sit in with the group of regulars.

The sun was setting and a chill was in the air. The dampness of the oncoming night put a shiver in my spine as I walked over. Opening the creaking door I noticed someone had the pot belly stove burning. The benches in the building were pulled together in a three quarter circle around the stove, four deep. The lighting system in the building was aged and a lot of the bulbs were burnt out. This definitely added to the atmosphere.

Shortly a group of people assembled quickly. Then a hush came over the gathering. Dan started right away with his evening of terror stories. He was good at this and had everyone’s sitting on the edge of the benches. His delivery was made with a low deep voice, arms moving all over and multiple facial expressions for every described scene, very fitting to the occasion. After Dan it was Chad’s turn to tell a few stories about vacated town buildings in the area that have suspicious circumstances about the way the owners perished. As Chad said, to this day some of the spirits who were not allowed to pass on hover around and are still seen from time to time in the structures. Stories of this nature keep the local town kids from going into the vacated buildings. Vandalism and mischief was almost nonexistent.

About two hours into the discussions big Red was asked to contribute a story. He said fine but I will tell you of one of my actual experiences I had deep in the woods one day while cutting some trees for fire wood. With that he leaned over toward the benches filled with people, stared at them for a few seconds and said remember now YOU asked me to tell a story. With that warning he started. I had been out there in the woods all day. The sun was setting. I started to gather up my tools to head home. Hearing some rustling noise to my right I turned to see what was going on. The trees and brush were heavy; it limited my field of vision. In this area deer, raccoon and fox are common, that was my first thoughts. Sometimes a wondering bear comes through, this I pushed out of my thoughts. It was the start of winter and there was some scattered snow on the ground. There were some areas in and near the brushes where snow had covered the ground so I could see background shapes against the white. The noise got louder and louder and began to sound like deliberate timed footsteps. The sounds were coming straight for me. Most animals smell humans from afar and run the other way. Whatever this was it was not running away. In fact it kept coming towards me. I carry a thirty-thirty carbine named old trusty. It goes with me every time I travel in the woods, mostly used if on rare occasion I spot a fox. Around these parts fox are tough on the chicken raising farms in the community. As the sound got closer it got louder, quite loud. I