Native Elder Has Met Bigfoot With the Tribe for Decades. His Secret Will Shock You – Sasquatch Story

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Ethan Scott had always been a practical man. As a trail inspector for the US Forest Service, he spent years walking through the dense forests of the Pacific Northwest, documenting trails, marking hazards, and ensuring public safety. His life was grounded in reality — a world filled with trees, trails, and the occasional bear encounter. But everything changed one fateful June morning in 1991.

Ethan arrived at the Ranger Station in Trout Lake, Washington, expecting another routine week of inspections. Instead, he found his supervisor, Bill Henderson, pacing nervously in his office. “Ethan, thank God you’re here,” Bill exclaimed, urgency in his voice. “We have a situation on the Lewis River Trail System. The maintenance crew refuses to work in section 12.”

Confused, Ethan listened as Bill explained that the crew claimed the area felt “off.” Skeptical but intrigued, Ethan packed his gear and set out to investigate, unaware that he was about to enter a world far beyond his understanding.

The drive to the trailhead was uneventful, but as Ethan hiked deeper into the forest, he began to sense something was amiss. The usual sounds of wildlife were absent, and an eerie silence enveloped him. When he reached section 12, he found extensive and bizarre damage: trees pushed over as if by an unseen force, claw-like gouges in the earth, and a heavy, oppressive air that made his skin crawl.

It was then that he encountered Thomas White Crow, an elderly Native American man who warned him that he had crossed into sacred territory. “You should not be here,” Thomas said, his voice grave. “The forest people are watching.” Ethan, a man of science and reason, dismissed Thomas’s warnings as folklore, but deep down, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Despite the warnings, Ethan pressed on, driven by a mix of professional duty and stubbornness. As he ventured further into the forest, he encountered signs of the forest people — massive footprints, strange structures, and an overwhelming sense of being watched. And then, he heard it: three sharp knocks echoing through the trees, a warning that sent his heart racing.

That night, Ethan set up camp at an old fire lookout tower foundation. As darkness fell, he felt an unshakeable sense of dread. He heard movements in the brush, heavy footsteps circling his camp, and then the wood knocks again. Panic set in as he realized he was not alone. The forest people had come, and they were not pleased.

Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from the shadows, towering over him. It was a creature unlike anything he had ever seen — covered in dark hair, with intelligent eyes that studied him. In that moment, Ethan understood the truth: the forest people were real, and they were not to be trifled with.

The encounter left him shaken but alive. He offered tobacco and sage as a sign of respect, and the creature accepted it before disappearing back into the shadows. The next morning, Ethan hiked back, determined to find Thomas and understand what had just happened.

When he met Thomas again, he recounted his experience. Thomas listened intently, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. “You were fortunate,” he said. “They could have harmed you. But they recognized your offering.” Thomas explained that his tribe had maintained a delicate relationship with the forest people for generations, built on mutual respect and understanding.

However, something had changed. The forest people were agitated, pushed from their territories by mysterious explosions in the deep woods — seismic testing conducted without proper permits. They were scared, and their fear had driven them closer to human boundaries. Thomas urged Ethan to help protect the forest and its inhabitants.

Determined to act, Ethan filed reports documenting the destruction he had witnessed. He contacted the EPA, emphasizing the environmental damage caused by the unauthorized activities. Weeks later, federal agents shut down the operations of Cascade Geological Survey, and the forest people could return to their traditional lands.

Through this experience, Ethan transformed from a mere inspector into a guardian of the forest. He learned to respect the boundaries between worlds, leaving offerings and acknowledging the presence of the forest people. He forged a bond with Thomas, who became his guide in navigating the complexities of this hidden realm.

Years passed, and Ethan continued his work, always vigilant. He received a carved cedar figure from Thomas, a symbol of their agreement and the trust built between their worlds. It served as a reminder that some truths are sacred, meant to be protected and respected.

In the depths of the forest, where ancient trees stood tall, Ethan Scott had become more than just a trail inspector; he had become a guardian of secrets, standing watch over a world that thrived in the shadows. And as he ventured into the wilderness, he knew he was never truly alone. The forest people were there, watching, waiting, and living in harmony with the land they had called home for millennia.