Episode

Bigfoot Deer Hunt

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Sasquatch Odyssey
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May 22, 2026
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Summary

This week on Sasquatch Odyssey, I sit down with Brett from Colorado, a lifelong outdoorsman, avid hunter, and longtime listener who finally decided to send his story in. What unfolds across this conversation is one of those grounded, no-frills encounters that I think hits harder than the big sexy sightings, because Brett isn't trying to sell you anything. He's a guy who grew up in the Colorado mountains, knows what belongs out there, and ran headfirst into something that didn't.Brett's first brush with the unknown happened when he was around 16 or 17 years old, somewhere in 2006 or 2007, while camping at the alpine lakes on the western side of I-25 in southern Colorado. A fire, a friend, a quiet night, and then a sound coming out of the tree line that didn't match anything he had ever heard in those mountains. He describes it as a howl, but a howl with bass to it, something guttural that didn't track as canine. His buddy went pale almost immediately and told him his grandpa had warned him about Bigfoot. That was the first time Brett had ever really heard the word in any serious way, and the wood knocks rolling in from the timber that night did the rest of the work. The bigger story, and the one that has stayed with him for almost twenty years now, happened in the summer of 2009 on a remote stretch of road between Durango and Alamosa. Brett, his now-wife, and his best friend Paul were on a road trip out to California after graduating high school. Somewhere south of the Four Corners, deep in unfamiliar country and lost off the MapQuest directions, a doe ran out in front of the Jeep and refused to leave the road. She kept pace in the headlights for a couple hundred yards, which any hunter will tell you is not normal deer behavior. Then Brett saw it on an embankment off th…