Louisiana Outdoorsman Recalls Frightening Bigfoot Encounter Near Creek
Posted Tuesday, August 25, 2026
By Squatchable.com staff
Deep in the bayous and piney woods of Louisiana, a young outdoorsman named Dylan is sharing some hair-raising experiences that have stuck with him since childhood. His story, featured on the Sasquatch Theory YouTube channel, pulls listeners right into the humid, shadowy thickets of the Kisatchie National Forest and beyond.
Dylan comes from a true hunting and fishing family. He grew up tagging along with his grandpa and dad, sitting in box stands and learning the land the way many southern families pass down their traditions. At just 21 years old, he has spent most of his life in the woods, which makes his accounts all the more compelling. When you spend that much time outdoors, you learn what belongs there and what absolutely does not.
His first strange experience happened when he was just a kid hanging out with a friend near a creek behind his buddy's house. The two were doing what kids often do, wandering where they probably shouldn't be, climbing trees, and exploring. That day, they stumbled upon a deer skeleton in the creek, which already set an eerie tone. They jumped a barbed wire fence onto a neighboring property where someone had dug a cattle pond, and settled on a dirt mound beside it to hang out, listen to music, and shoot the breeze.
As the light began to fade in a way Dylan describes as strange, almost like the woods had their own separate darkness from the open field, things took a turn. He started hearing what sounded like people whispering. When he asked his friend if he heard it too, the friend confirmed he did. Then his friend spotted something crouched in a nearby thicket. He grabbed the big Bowie knife Dylan had just bought him and started walking toward it, but quickly turned around and shouted for them to run.
They tore out of there so fast that the barbed wire fence might as well have been flat ground. Once they caught their breath, Dylan's friend described what he saw: a large, crouched figure with wide shoulders, huffing and puffing in the brush. Whatever it was, it didn't chase them. It simply wanted them gone. Dylan points out that if it had been the property owner, a normal human would have spoken up rather than sitting silently in the shadows, watching and breathing heavily.
The host of Sasquatch Theory chimes in with a similar experience from Missouri, recalling a Sasquatch encounter where the creature made huffing sounds like a bull or horse exhaling. Dylan, who has a rodeo background and knows his way around horses, agrees that the sound is unmistakable and deeply unsettling.
The conversation also drifts into Louisiana folklore, specifically the Rugaroo, a regional cryptid some folks describe as a Sasquatch-type creature and others liken to a dogman. The Rugaroo has deep roots in Cajun and Creole tradition, often described as a shapeshifting entity that can take the form of a dog, wolf, or even a human, with glowing eyes and a bone-chilling howl. Some accounts place it in the swamps and pine forests of the Pelican State, where it supposedly stalks those who wander too far from the beaten path.
What makes Dylan's story stand out is the combination of a familiar childhood setting, the slow build of atmosphere as the light faded, and the very specific details his friend provided about the crouched figure with broad shoulders. The huffing and puffing behavior, the silent intimidation rather than pursuit, fits a pattern many researchers have noted over the years. These creatures often seem more interested in establishing territory and sending a message than in chasing down humans.
For anyone fascinated by southern cryptid lore, the Kisatchie National Forest, or the ever-popular Rugaroo legends, this interview is well worth the listen. Dylan comes across as genuine and grounded, the kind of witness who doesn't exaggerate but simply tells it like he remembers it. Check out the full conversation on the Sasquatch Theory channel and decide for yourself what was lurking in that thicket that day.