Hunter Comes Face-to-Face with 9-Foot Bigfoot in Kaibab Forest

A Face-to-Face Encounter in the Kaibab That Changed Everything If you've ever wondered what it would be like to come nose-to-nose with a Sasquatch, the recent report shared over on the Rocky Mountain Sasquatch YouTube channel gives us one of the most chilling first-hand accounts I've come across in a while. This isn't some secondhand rumor or a fuzzy photo taken from a hundred yards away. This is a detailed, deeply personal story from a witness who has the background, the training, and the honesty to back it up. The story comes to us through the witness's mother, who reached out to RMS to share what happened to her son back in the late 1990s. Her son was an avid outdoorsman, raised in Central Wisconsin in a family that lived and breathed hunting, fishing, and camping. He went on to earn a Bachelor of Science with a double major in computer science and law enforcement administration, did internships in law enforcement, and eventually settled in the Phoenix area with his wife. Hunting and fishing were his entire life, so when he moved to Arizona, he was thrilled about the endless stretches of wooded terrain in northern Arizona. That excitement didn't last. After a couple of years, he completely stopped hunting. He wouldn't talk about it. He started carrying a gun whenever he camped. When his parents visited him around 2005, alone in the family room away from his wife and daughters, he finally opened up. He pulled up a website with recorded Sasquatch vocalizations and asked his parents what kind of animal makes those sounds. They went back and forth trying to identify the calls, ruling out every familiar animal they could think of. Then he told them his story. He and a buddy had gone bow hunting for deer on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in the Kaibab Forest. They set up camp on a remote dirt mountain road at higher elevation, with their pickups, tents, and ATVs. Almost immediately, things started feeling off. They noticed odd bent and twisted trees, scratches on logs, and strange formations in the brush. Then came the sounds, something trailing them through the woods, and rocks being thrown. His buddy had enough and packed up while there was still daylight to get off the mountain. But the witness had drawn a lottery deer permit and wasn't about to give it up. He figured he was king of the jungle and decided to stay alone in his tent that night. He didn't sleep well. Rocks were rubbing against his tent throughout the night. At the crack of dawn, he got on his ATV and drove deeper into the woods to hunt on foot with his bow. Again, he saw the twisted trees, the brush structures, the scratches. And again, he became aware that something was trailing him. He ran through a mental checklist, a bear or cougar wouldn't make that much noise, a wounded animal might, but something still felt deeply wrong. Finally, he got mad and decided to figure out what was stalking him. He dropped down into a canyon or gully, snuck behind some rocks and terrain, and tried to circle back around whatever was following him. That's when he caught the smell. A strong, musky, wet, dirty scent, like a stinky dog. He crept forward through the terrain and came face-to-face with a massive, hair-covered figure crouched down, looking the other way, searching for him. A huge, monkey-like being without a tail. He was so petrified he could barely breathe. Instinctively, he raised his bow and arrow. The creature turned and saw him. It stood up to its full height, somewhere around nine feet tall, and let out a chest-rattling growl that he would never forget. He described its face as human-looking, which somehow makes the whole thing even more unsettling. He stood there with his small deer bow pointed at a creature his arrow probably couldn't even nick, a being that could have charged him and broken him like a twig if it wanted to. They were transfixed, staring at each other. He knew he couldn't run or scream like prey, so he slowly, smoothly backed away, keeping the bow aimed, trying not to stare but also trying to keep track of where it was. The Sasquatch shadowed him all the way back through the trees, crashing through brush, ducking behind trunks, making its presence known the entire time. When he finally reached his ATV, he jumped on and drove back to camp. By then it was approaching dusk, and he didn't think he could safely navigate the remote dirt road in the dark. He also didn't feel safe in his tent, so he climbed into his truck to wait out the night. Throughout the night, he heard noises, things being thrown at the truck, and felt something brushing against it every now and then. Whenever he noticed anything, he laid on the panic horn. He told his mother he genuinely didn't think he would survive until morning. At dawn, he grabbed his gear, threw it in the truck bed, and got out of there. He never went back. The Kaibab Forest is no stranger to Sasquatch reports. The area around the North Rim of the Grand Canyon is rugged, remote, heavily wooded, and full of the kind of terrain that big, reclusive beings would seek out. There's a reason so many witnesses have come forward from that part of Arizona over the years, and this account fits right in with the pattern of strange tree structures, rock throwing, musky odors, and vocalizations that don't match any known animal. What makes this report stand out is the witness himself. A man with a law enforcement background, trained in observation and investigation, who went from being "king of the jungle" to being genuinely afraid of the woods. He doesn't want attention, he doesn't want fame, and he didn't even want his family to know for years. His mother simply wanted his story documented because she knew he was telling the truth. If you want to hear the full account in the witness's mother's own words, definitely check out the video over on the Rocky Mountain Sasquatch channel. It's worth every minute of your time.