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"I started talking to it,
saying don't hurt me I just want to go back to my tent."
Fort Sill Sasquatch Confronts Soldier
Mark Birchette writes RMSO
Hi Kelly, this is my second encounter that happened in the 90's while I was stationed at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. I was assigned field guard duty with one other Soldier. Fort Sill is the Field Artillery school for the Army and Marines. I was stations there for 2 years.
Once the gun line was set up myself and another retired to the tent that the next day would serve the FDC, Fire Direction Control, these soldiers are responsible for sending fire missions to the gun line. We were to spend the night making sure no one messed with anything, as Fort Sill was an open post, meaning civilians could come and go freely almost anywhere on the post. Fire missions were done 24/7 and a class was to be there in the morning for the 13B10 training, Cannon Crewman in which you are trained on all positions of the gun.
We were to patrol the gun line one to the East, one to the West and every hour on the hour make a call on our field radio to the Charge of Quarters. I had the East he had the West, All of the Artillery gun barrels are kept at a 45 degree with the barrels facing Down range with was North. Over the end of the gun tubes is a canvas bag with adjustable strap to keep moisture and debris out of the barrels.
As I headed to the East after having done it several times that night I got close to the last two guns on the East side. I had noticed the cicadas and crickets were silent.
Then I heard a low growl. I thought this was a coyote and I automatically crouched next to the left track of a self propelled 8" Howitzer and rotated my selector switch from safe past semi and to auto as I intended to burn off a 30 round magazine to scar it of them coyotes away.
I duck walked along side of the left track and as I got almost to the front I not only heard but felt a growl so low and guttural that I literally felt the handguards and the ejector port flap on my M16A1 rifle vibrate along with the very bones in my chest.
I glanced up and forward to see the nightmare from my dreams in front of me and this was like an instant light bulb going on it all coming together of what I encountered at age 11 whilst hunting deer at home in Utah. Sasquatch was real! Very real!
I started talking to it, saying don't hurt me I just want to go back to my tent. I was slowly rising and walking backwards with a million things going through my mind. Like I knew I was going to die this very night. I had kept my trigger finger alongside of the trigger and my barrel. I was repeatedly saying please don't hut me! I just want to go back to my tent.
I eventually backed up into a new object that made a low bong sound, which I for a millisecond I thought was a second Sasquatch and I was now dead. My head of course looked over my shoulder to instantly see a fire barrel. These are 55 gallon drums with holes alike over them and firewood inside to keep the trainees hands warm as they await their turn on the Artillery.
As my head quickly looked forward the Sasquatch at the front of the gun tube was gone without a sound. This was unsettling. I was terrified but made my way back to the FDC tent in shock and awe. It seemed to be a lifetime but was just less than 15 minutes before my 03:00 hours check in by field radios.
As I sat stunned at the table in the tent I heard a bipedal walking and thought it was the Sasquatch. It was the other field guard and I quickly told him what happened and he didn't believe of course but I was adamant about what happened and he asked if I was going to include it in my report.
I didn't until the XO, executive officer arrived in the early am and was promptly told if I insisted on including my encounter in the report, that my Military career would be over. I was married with 2 young sons so I didn't. I was also told that what happened in the field stays in the field.
I never even told my wife of 31 years until 23 years into our marriage only to be laughed at and ridiculed for it. Ive for the most par and silently and the last 25 plus years tried to find out why me why twice? Only to have more questions than answers to this enigma Sasquatch.
If I can help further ? Feel free to contact me.
Mark Ogre Birchette
Kelly Shaw responds
Thanks Mark
I realize it was at night. Did you get a good look at it? Height, color, length of hair? Did you see the face well enough to describe it? Did it make or change expressions?
How close was it to you before you started backing away?
Mark Birchette
Hi Kelly, the moon was covered by clouds as it was fall but I neglected to say a few things.
As I mentioned the gun tubes were all at 45 degree angle which put the bottom of the elevated gun tube at 10' exactly. It was standing directly under the bottom facing me with its left arm wrapped around the barrel in a lazy type of fashion.
Its build was more like Shaquille O'Neil as opposed to the one in Utah that I remember being much bulkier though about the same height. The skin I saw as it was 12'away, looked ashy grey. The hair was Auburn. The skin looked very weather beaten.
All this seemed like hours long. I knew I was never going to see my wife or sons again. It was going to tear me apart. Even though I had my M16A1 and some hand grenade simulators they only give you blanks unless you are qualifying with your weapon.
So that was immediately out of my mind because that whole childhood encounter flooded back into my mind so many puzzle pieces fit together in a terrifying instant!
From the time I left the guard tent to the time I returned it was 2 minutes shy of the next report with the CQ Change of Quarters. I didn't report it verbally but in my written report given to the XO Executive Officer, a First Lieutenant. It was him who threatened my Military career if I insisted on including my encounter in my Official written report.
So I rewrote the report and then had to sign a non disclosure agreement that extended until I had been discharged for Twenty years. I have been out over 30 now. So when comfortable I'll Share it. If I can tell you anything else contact me.
Thank you for caring Kelly, it changes your whole life. I'd rather face combat again then another surprise encounter.
Mark
Link to Mark's First Encounter
Sasquatch Hurls Log at Hunter in Manti-La Sal Forest
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Mark Birchette writes RMSO
Dear, R.M.S.O, Kelly, I once mentioned a few years ago about my encounter. You asked where ? I briefly told you up Fairview canyon around a small lake. Its at the top before you drive across to go down to Castledale, you drive by what used to be Deer Creek mine owned ,then by Utah Power and Light. Then Rocky Mountain Power, a Scottish co. Bought it. It's several coal mines. So to elaborate on my encounters.
When I was 11 years old I went deer hunting with my step dad, uncle and a friend. We arrived just before day break. The plan was for my friend and I to wait a couple of hours before we were to head up the right side of the fair sized draw, my dad and uncle went up 2 hours earlier while it was still dark. And as we did we were to make as much noise as possible and to throw rocks, sticks into and ahead of us in the draw. This would drive the deer towards them. Simple right ? And for 2 you men being given carte blanche to make ALL the noise we want ?
Oh Hell yeah As we headed up the right side just as the sun was coming over the peaks I stopped and asked my friend if he heard anything ? Like what ? He asked. Anything I said. No was his reply. I shrugged thinking I may have heard a deer moving because that's what we were hear for.
As we kept walking this was on my mind and my eyes scanning the Quakeys and Pines for movement. I wanted to be the first to spot it ! Again I was sure I'd heard something moving AND what sounded like a buck snort. This time my friend heard it as well.
We tried to discuss this very quietly as we huddled so as not to spook it in the wrong direction. No more sound, and as hard as I looked for movement I saw none. So again we kept doing our job. Albeit much less noise. Then some pinecones started to land in front, back and right side of us,but never hitting us. Sticks as well.
Now I knew what was going on !! Or so I thought !! My step dad and uncle were messing with us ! This made me mad !! So I yelled up towards the top of the draw. Knock it off !! It's not funny and we're not scared. The latter a lie. No response. So I yelled again.
This time we heard a DEEP angry growl as a pretty good sized log was thrown end over end, so fast that it sounded like the whump, whump, whump of helicopter blades as it made quite an arc in front of and above us.
We looked at each other dumbfounded and my friend said, what was that !! I still thought it was dad and uncle but I was still scared almost to a Charmin moment . For the last time I yelled at them ? And said, knock it off !! I thought we were here to hunt !! Silence was the only reply I got.
Then my friend says, what do you want to do ?? I said let's get the hell out of here !! So we ran straight to the bottom of the draw zigzaging in between, around and over the same kind of trees mentioned above. As we were doing this I could feel it chasing, pacing us out. I literally felt it's feet hitting the forest floor !?
Glancing occasionally behind us as we ran to the bottom of the draw I saw what I thought was a man's shape, but because the sun was high enough now I could only see the silhouette. That said, on the edges of the shape I noticed hair.
As we got to the bottom of the draw we turned left, West towards the jeep. Running along the bottom was a very small stream. As we continued to go between the trees I saw footprints in the softer areas. It's always October for the rifle hunt and the ground can be frozen or pretty soft depending on the temperature. It was kinda semi soft. I briefly wondered why my dad, uncle would take off their boots in the cold just to scare us. All this happened in what seemed hours but was more likely a half hour to 45 minutes.
As we got to the jeep we jumped in breathing really hard and panicking as what to do, what had happened, etc. The jeep had a soft top so no typical locking doors. We were yelling back and forth about what had happened and trying to see what had chased us. Nothing came out of the trees. This puzzled me, us. I started to honk the horn to get my dad and uncle to come out. No one did.
As time passed they eventually did, and they were very mad that we never arrived at the top of the draw. Again I was very confused and we told them about what had happened and they denied it was them and said they never saw or heard anything and we probably just saw a bear. Even at 11 I knew bears would be in hibernation and only a man could throw something. But their was no arguing it with them.
Kelly, Thanks so much for your time.
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