He Raised a Baby Bigfoot in His Home. 10 Years Later, Its Furious Mother Showed Up – Sasquatch Story
He Raised a Baby Bigfoot in His Home. 10 Years Later, Its Furious Mother Showed Up – Sasquatch Story
Stanley Green was a man of quiet habits and hard wood. Having fled the frantic energy of Boise for a 100-acre expanse in northern Idaho, he sought the kind of solitude that only the shadow of the Canadian border can provide. The tall pines and serene landscapes were a balm to his soul, a welcome escape from the noise of city life. He relished his days of fishing, woodworking, and the occasional hike, content to live in harmony with nature.
On April 18, 1995, that solitude was shattered by a sound that defied the local ecosystem. It wasn’t the scream of a cougar or the heavy crashing of an elk; it was a high-pitched, rhythmic distress call—a cry that sounded disturbingly human. Stanley’s heart raced as he followed the sound, curiosity pulling him deeper into the woods.
Finding the creature was an exercise in cognitive dissonance. Propped against a tree was an infant, perhaps the size of a human toddler, but enveloped in a coat of reddish-brown fur. Its face possessed a flat, wide architecture, and its eyes were vast, dark pools of intelligence, filled with fear and pain. It was shivering in the 40-degree spring chill, clutching an injured arm.
Stanley’s decision was immediate and instinctive. He did not call the sheriff or a local university. He saw a suffering child where others might see a specimen. Wrapping the creature in his jacket, he carried it to the barn—a space that felt more appropriate for a secret of this magnitude than his own living room.
In the days that followed, Stanley tended to the creature, whom he named “Benny.” He fashioned a small bed out of hay and blankets, feeding Benny a mixture of formula he had prepared with the help of online research and his own intuition. The little one thrived under Stanley’s care, quickly learning to trust him. Benny’s laughter echoed through the barn, a sound both delightful and otherworldly.
As the months rolled into years, Benny grew rapidly. He was unlike any child Stanley had ever known. His strength was astonishing, and his agility left Stanley in awe. Benny learned to speak a few words, mimicking sounds and phrases he heard from Stanley, but he often communicated in a series of growls and chirps that felt primal yet profoundly expressive.
Stanley took great care to keep Benny’s existence a secret. He knew the world outside would not understand. The idea of raising a creature like Benny—a being that could very well be a Sasquatch—was too radical for most minds. He worried about what would happen if anyone discovered Benny. Would they see him as a marvel or a monster? Would they try to take him away?
As Benny approached his tenth birthday, Stanley began to notice changes in the young creature. Benny had developed a wild streak, often disappearing into the woods for hours at a time, exploring the vast expanse of their property. It was as if an instinct was awakening within him, pulling him toward something he could not articulate. Stanley felt a mix of pride and dread. He had raised Benny as his own, but he couldn’t ignore the primal call of the wild that beckoned to him.
Then came the day that would change everything.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Stanley first noticed the signs. Benny had returned from one of his explorations, his eyes wide with excitement. “Momma!” he exclaimed, pointing toward the treeline with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. Stanley’s heart sank. He had never spoken of a mother, and the word hung heavy in the air.
That night, as Stanley sat on the porch, the tranquility of the evening shattered. A deep, resonant growl echoed through the trees, followed by a series of crashes that sent waves of panic through him. He knew that sound—it was the sound of something enormous moving through the forest, something powerful and furious.
Stanley rushed to the barn, finding Benny trembling. “What’s happening?” he asked, forcing calm into his voice.
“Momma!” Benny cried again, his voice a mix of longing and fear. “She’s here!”
Before Stanley could respond, the barn door rattled violently, and the air filled with a primal scream that sent chills down his spine. The creature that emerged from the shadows was a towering figure, its fur dark and matted, eyes glowing with an intensity that pierced through the dim light. This was no ordinary animal; it was a Sasquatch, and it was furious.
The mother stood at the entrance of the barn, her massive frame blocking the light. She let out a series of deep, guttural sounds, a warning mixed with a plea. Benny rushed to her side, reaching out with a mix of fear and love. Stanley felt a surge of protectiveness, not just for Benny but also for the creature that had come to reclaim him.
“Stay back!” Stanley shouted, feeling the weight of the moment. “I’ve raised him! He’s safe here!”
The mother’s gaze shifted from Benny to Stanley, and in that instant, something unspoken passed between them. She was not just angry; she was desperate. The bond between mother and child was palpable, a force of nature that transcended words.
Benny stepped forward, his small frame dwarfed by the towering figure of his mother. “Momma, it’s okay!” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m happy here!”
But the mother’s eyes were filled with sorrow and rage, and she stepped closer, her growls resonating through the barn. Stanley’s heart raced as he realized he was standing between them, a barrier that neither could breach without consequence.
“Benny, you have to go with her,” Stanley said, his voice breaking. “You belong with your kind.”
“No!” Benny cried, tears streaming down his face. “I want to stay with you!”
The mother let out a mournful sound, a mix of anger and heartbreak. It was a sound that shook the very foundation of the barn, reverberating through Stanley’s bones. He felt the weight of the choice he had to make, the impossible decision that lay before him.
In that moment, Stanley understood that he could not keep Benny from his true nature. The wildness that had been awakening within him could not be contained. He had given Benny love and safety for ten years, but the call of the wild was stronger than any bond they had forged.
With a heavy heart, Stanley stepped back, allowing the mother to approach. Benny looked up at him, confusion and pain etched across his face. “I don’t want to leave you!” he cried.
“I know,” Stanley whispered, tears filling his eyes. “But you have to go. You belong with her.”
The mother reached out, her massive hand gently brushing against Benny’s cheek. In that moment, the connection between them was undeniable. Benny hesitated, torn between two worlds, but the pull of his mother’s presence was magnetic.
With a final, heart-wrenching look, Benny stepped toward his mother. She enveloped him in her arms, and for a moment, they stood together, a family reunited. Stanley felt the weight of loss settle over him like a heavy fog, but he knew it was the right choice.
As they turned to leave, the mother glanced back at Stanley, her gaze filled with a mixture of gratitude and understanding. Then, with Benny safely cradled in her arms, they disappeared into the depths of the forest, leaving Stanley alone in the barn, surrounded by silence.
In the days that followed, Stanley struggled to adjust to the absence of Benny. The barn felt emptier, the woods quieter. He often found himself wandering the trails they had hiked together, searching for signs of his beloved companion. But as time passed, he began to find solace in the memories they had shared.
Though he had lost Benny to the wild, he knew he had given him a gift—a chance to reconnect with his true nature. And in that realization, Stanley found a measure of peace. He had raised a baby Bigfoot, and though their paths had diverged, the bond they forged would forever remain etched in his heart.
Years later, on quiet evenings, Stanley would sit on the porch, listening to the sounds of the forest. Sometimes, he would hear distant calls echoing through the trees, a familiar sound that made his heart swell with both joy and sorrow. And every time he did, he would smile, knowing that Benny was out there, living free in the wild, just as he was meant to be.
