Sasquatch Whistles Surround Hikers in Washington Woods

Posted Thursday, August 13, 2026

By Squatchable.com staff

There's something about a well-told encounter that just pulls you in, and a recent video from the CREEK DEVIL channel delivers exactly that. It features an interview with a witness named Damon, and his story from the woods of South Pierce County, Washington is one of those accounts that sticks with you long after the video ends. Damon describes a day roughly a decade ago when he and two buddies were exploring logging roads in a Geo Tracker. They wandered down a road none of them had traveled before, eventually pushing into older growth timber where the road had become overgrown with alders and saplings, a clear sign nobody had driven through in a long time. They came to what Damon describes as a cul-de-sac in the middle of big trees, possibly an old logging landing or turnaround, surrounded by thick woods on all sides. That's when things got weird. Damon stepped out to take a leak and heard a whistle, not just any whistle, but a distinct, sharp sound like a referee or police whistle with that characteristic bead. He estimates it was 500 to 1,000 yards away. His friends initially dismissed it, but when they turned off the truck, they heard it too. They started hollering and honking the horn, thinking someone might be hurt or lost out there. The whistle stopped for a couple of minutes, then came from a completely different direction, this time closer, maybe half the distance. That's when the strange bird calls started, sounds Damon had never heard before, coming from different spots around them, 50 to 100 yards into the woods. Then came the cracking of large branches, the kind of sound that suggests something heavy moving through the timber. What makes this account particularly compelling is the coordinated behavior Damon describes. There appeared to be two or three of these things circling them, with whistles coming from different sides, some with upward inflections, some downward, almost like they were communicating or positioning themselves around the group. Damon, who only had an axe handle while his friends had a rifle and shotgun, tried wood knocking on a tree, a classic way researchers and witnesses have attempted to elicit responses. But his friends were getting increasingly spooked, and they decided to leave. The host of the interview makes two fascinating points that add serious weight to Damon's experience. First, he notes that Native peoples of the Northwest have long depicted these creatures in ceremonial masks, specifically with pursed, whistling lips, which aligns perfectly with the vocalizations Damon heard. Second, he reveals that the area Damon described isn't far from a location he investigated back in 1980 involving two dismembered elk, suggesting a long history of activity in that region. For anyone interested in vocalizations, the whistle phenomenon is well-documented in Sasquatch research. Witnesses across different regions have reported similar sounds, and researchers like the late Ron Morehead have captured audio of what are believed to be Sasquatch vocalizations that include whistles, whoops, and other complex sounds. The idea that these beings might use whistling as a form of communication or even as a way to mimic human distress signals is a fascinating thread that runs through many encounter reports. Damon mentions that for years he tried to explain the experience away, considering everything from people living off-grid to grow operations to lost hikers. But the more reports he heard, the more the behavior matched what others have described. The coordinated movement, the whistles, the apparent curiosity or assessment of the witnesses, it all fits a pattern that researchers have been tracking for decades. This is the kind of firsthand account that reminds us why people keep going back to these woods. The video is worth watching for the full interview, as Damon goes into more detail about the timeline and his thought process during those tense minutes. It's a solid, credible-sounding report from an ordinary guy who wasn't looking for anything unusual and just happened to find himself in the wrong (or right) place at the right time.