Candace Talmadge

The gift of the sasquatch - part one

August 17, 2010 |  11 comments
Image Credit: Thomas Hues Thomas Hues wants to live among those he calls “the hairy folks.” The rest of us know them as the Sasquatch and, around the world, by many other names. The questions of whether these large beings exist and are intelligent have been answered in a resounding yes for the Texas native, who hosts the weekly Sasquatch and Spirituality BlogTalkRadio.com show.

“To me, the word ‘Bigfoot’ is insulting,” Hues explains. “Two things about them. They are folks, they are a type of people, and they are hairy. So I call them the hairy folks. Bigfoot is kind of condescending. Yes, they do have a big foot, but the size is relative to our own.”

He credits these elusive beings not only with making his life worth living again after personal hardship, but with teaching him about himself, and with helping him grow spiritually and emotionally.

“They gave me a reason to stay,” he says about the Sasquatch he has encountered and with whom he maintains relationships. “They gave me reasons to get up every morning.”

Hues didn’t grow up interested in the Sasquatch. Around February of 2008, however, he was 38 and despondent. He and his former wife had been laid off by the same company and had been unable to find new jobs. His health was declining and his wife left him (they divorced the next year).

“I closed my eyes and just sat in my chair in my office,” he continues. “I said, ‘I don’t know who’s listening, but if you guys want me to stay in this body, you are going to have to give me something worth waking up for every day. Otherwise, I’m ready to go. Now’.”

He immediately felt compelled to research the Sasquatch, and spent two months poring over every sighting report he could dig up, discerning behavior patterns. He did not limit his research to North America. He also studied sightings from Australia, which he found were similar to reports on this continent.

Hues learned that every Native American tribe in North America has a word for these beings. Sasquatch, for example, is a Cree word from Canada. In Central and South America, the Sasquatch are known as Tsi Tsi Mite and described as being grayish-silver in color and somewhere between 10 and 12 feet tall. In Asia, they are called Yeti and Yeren. In Europe and Russia, they are known as Almasti. The Malaysian name is Orang pendek.

“They are all over the planet, just like humans are,” Hues says.

After completing his research, Hues went out into the woods to look for evidence of Sasquatch in the area around College Station, Texas, where he lives. It came in the form of tree breaks and tree twists—small bushes to saplings that were twisted typically in a clockwise fashion.

“There were no marks of tools or anything like that,” Hues says. “I ruled out tornadoes because they spin in a counter-clockwise fashion. In a couple of instances, I found saplings or bushes that were twisted right next to a dead oak tree that hadn’t been touched at all. They were laid over still alive, still growing, and they made a kind of a blind. You could sit in the middle of all this stuff and nothing would be able to see you.”

The blinds were always near game trails going down to a water source with visible footprints of hogs, deer, and raccoon.

First Breakthrough
Hues decided to offer gifts of food to the makers of these blinds. One night at dusk, he drove his truck out into 900 acres of private property filled with thick woods. He took a chair, a loaf of sandwich bread, and a recorder. He stayed long enough for it to get dark.

Parking his truck and getting out of it, Hues set up the chair and held the bread over his head. “I said, ‘This is a peace offering to you, whoever would like it.’ Then I pulled my recorder out of my pocket and held it up over my head and said, ‘This belongs to me. Please do not take it or destroy it’.”

He switched the machine to record, set in on the chair next to the bread, and drove away. When he returned the next morning, the bread was gone but the recorder was still on the chair.

Hues had his first recording of the Sasquatch. “What is truly interesting about that recording is you can hear me start my car and leave,” he says. “Five minutes later you can hear rocks being clacked around that recorder like they are moving round it to see if it’s going to do anything. They weren’t sure. They were clacking rocks five minutes after I left, so I can’t tell you how close they were to me that night.”

Next to the recorder on the chair was the upper half of a turtle shell, exactly where Hues left the bread, as a possible thank-you for the food. “It was a fresh kill, too,” he notes. “There was still skin in the shell and it had that dead animal smell.”

It might also have been a reverse peace offering, Hues was not sure. His relationship with “the hairy folks” began to accelerate. “I was really shocked and surprised to have them coming in so close to me and the interactions I have with them,” he says. “I feel like they study me more than I study them, to be honest.”

He obtained one additional recording. He and a friend he calls “Bill” were at the home of Hues’ parents, set on the 900 acres. Hues, at the back of the house, knocked on an oak tree with a wooden shovel handle in the way that some Sasquatch researchers imitate communications sounds the Sasquatch make among themselves.

“The problem is, people who tree knock don’t know what they are saying,” Hues explains. “They are also likely to get some aggressive or hostile response to being deep in the woods and they don’t know you. You are calling them in and when they see it’s a human, they are like, OK, this is a definite no-no.”

While Hues was busy, Bill pushed the start button on the recorder, which was lying on the table on the front porch. Hearing noises over towards the barn, Bill left the porch and hid behind a truck.

Then a Sasquatch became visible to the barn area and the recorder picked up the sounds, which Hues describes as “a growling. Grrrr-aarrgh. A growl in frustration. It wasn’t aggression or anything. Those foolish humans are up to tree knocking. That was the first and last time I did any tree knocking because it frustrated him, so I didn’t do that anymore. “All I can say is, if you are acting like a fool, they will treat you like a fool. I’ve never done any call blasting or tree knocking anymore. That just seems foolish to me.”

Instead, Hues took his laptop out into the woods and played a video downloaded from YouTube of a baby laughing. He’s also played Native American music. He played items to pique their curiosity and they seemed to enjoy it.

A Sighting at Last
One morning, about 6 o’clock, Hues was walking down a dirt road when he saw his first Sasquatch. It was light enough that he could see the outlines of individual trees instead of the shadowy mass that woods make during the night.

“And that was when I saw the female that I interact with, from about 50 feet away,” he says. “She’s about my height. I’m 6 feet 7 inches tall, so I may be the biggest human they’ve ever seen. Instead of getting scared or anything, I just turned my head back toward the road and kept walking, thinking, How can anyone call them monsters? She’s beautiful. And she was. She was gorgeous.”

As the weeks and months passed, Hues got know this female, her family, and much more about the Sasquatch, including their rules of behavior, how to communicate directly with them, and their playful sense of humor. He also began to understand what they were teaching him about himself, which the second and third parts of this series will explore in greater depth.[!gad]Thomas Hues wants to live among those he calls “the hairy folks.” The rest of us know them as the Sasquatch and, around the world, by many other names. The questions of whether these large beings exist and are intelligent have been answered in a resounding yes for the Texas native, who hosts the weekly Sasquatch and Spirituality BlogTalkRadio.com show.

“To me, the word ‘Bigfoot’ is insulting,” Hues explains. “Two things about them. They are folks, they are a type of people, and they are hairy. So I call them the hairy folks. Bigfoot is kind of condescending. Yes, they do have a big foot, but the size is relative to our own.”

He credits these elusive beings not only with making his life worth living again after personal hardship, but with teaching him about himself, and with helping him grow spiritually and emotionally.

“They gave me a reason to stay,” he says about the Sasquatch he has encountered and with whom he maintains relationships. “They gave me reasons to get up every morning.”

Hues didn’t grow up interested in the Sasquatch. Around February of 2008, however, he was 38 and despondent. He and his former wife had been laid off by the same company and had been unable to find new jobs. His health was declining and his wife left him (they divorced the next year).

“I closed my eyes and just sat in my chair in my office,” he continues. “I said, ‘I don’t know who’s listening, but if you guys want me to stay in this body, you are going to have to give me something worth waking up for every day. Otherwise, I’m ready to go. Now’.”

He immediately felt compelled to research the Sasquatch, and spent two months poring over every sighting report he could dig up, discerning behavior patterns. He did not limit his research to North America. He also studied sightings from Australia, which he found were similar to reports on this continent.

Hues learned that every Native American tribe in North America has a word for these beings. Sasquatch, for example, is a Cree word from Canada. In Central and South America, the Sasquatch are known as Tsi Tsi Mite and described as being grayish-silver in color and somewhere between 10 and 12 feet tall. In Asia, they are called Yeti and Yeren. In Europe and Russia, they are known as Almasti. The Malaysian name is Orang pendek.

“They are all over the planet, just like humans are,” Hues says.

After completing his research, Hues went out into the woods to look for evidence of Sasquatch in the area around College Station, Texas, where he lives. It came in the form of tree breaks and tree twists—small bushes to saplings that were twisted typically in a clockwise fashion.

“There were no marks of tools or anything like that,” Hues says. “I ruled out tornadoes because they spin in a counter-clockwise fashion. In a couple of instances, I found saplings or bushes that were twisted right next to a dead oak tree that hadn’t been touched at all. They were laid over still alive, still growing, and they made a kind of a blind. You could sit in the middle of all this stuff and nothing would be able to see you.”

The blinds were always near game trails going down to a water source with visible footprints of hogs, deer, and raccoon.

First Breakthrough
Hues decided to offer gifts of food to the makers of these blinds. One night at dusk, he drove his truck out into 900 acres of private property filled with thick woods. He took a chair, a loaf of sandwich bread, and a recorder. He stayed long enough for it to get dark.

Parking his truck and getting out of it, Hues set up the chair and held the bread over his head. “I said, ‘This is a peace offering to you, whoever would like it.’ Then I pulled my recorder out of my pocket and held it up over my head and said, ‘This belongs to me. Please do not take it or destroy it’.”

He switched the machine to record, set in on the chair next to the bread, and drove away. When he returned the next morning, the bread was gone but the recorder was still on the chair.

Hues had his first recording of the Sasquatch. “What is truly interesting about that recording is you can hear me start my car and leave,” he says. “Five minutes later you can hear rocks being clacked around that recorder like they are moving round it to see if it’s going to do anything. They weren’t sure. They were clacking rocks five minutes after I left, so I can’t tell you how close they were to me that night.”

Next to the recorder on the chair was the upper half of a turtle shell, exactly where Hues left the bread, as a possible thank-you for the food. “It was a fresh kill, too,” he notes. “There was still skin in the shell and it had that dead animal smell.”

It might also have been a reverse peace offering, Hues was not sure. His relationship with “the hairy folks” began to accelerate. “I was really shocked and surprised to have them coming in so close to me and the interactions I have with them,” he says. “I feel like they study me more than I study them, to be honest.”

He obtained one additional recording. He and a friend he calls “Bill” were at the home of Hues’ parents, set on the 900 acres. Hues, at the back of the house, knocked on an oak tree with a wooden shovel handle in the way that some Sasquatch researchers imitate communications sounds the Sasquatch make among themselves.

“The problem is, people who tree knock don’t know what they are saying,” Hues explains. “They are also likely to get some aggressive or hostile response to being deep in the woods and they don’t know you. You are calling them in and when they see it’s a human, they are like, OK, this is a definite no-no.”

While Hues was busy, Bill pushed the start button on the recorder, which was lying on the table on the front porch. Hearing noises over towards the barn, Bill left the porch and hid behind a truck.

Then a Sasquatch became visible to the barn area and the recorder picked up the sounds, which Hues describes as “a growling. Grrrr-aarrgh. A growl in frustration. It wasn’t aggression or anything. Those foolish humans are up to tree knocking. That was the first and last time I did any tree knocking because it frustrated him, so I didn’t do that anymore. “All I can say is, if you are acting like a fool, they will treat you like a fool. I’ve never done any call blasting or tree knocking anymore. That just seems foolish to me.”

Instead, Hues took his laptop out into the woods and played a video downloaded from YouTube of a baby laughing. He’s also played Native American music. He played items to pique their curiosity and they seemed to enjoy it.

A Sighting at Last
One morning, about 6 o’clock, Hues was walking down a dirt road when he saw his first Sasquatch. It was light enough that he could see the outlines of individual trees instead of the shadowy mass that woods make during the night.

“And that was when I saw the female that I interact with, from about 50 feet away,” he says. “She’s about my height. I’m 6 feet 7 inches tall, so I may be the biggest human they’ve ever seen. Instead of getting scared or anything, I just turned my head back toward the road and kept walking, thinking, How can anyone call them monsters? She’s beautiful. And she was. She was gorgeous.”

As the weeks and months passed, Hues got know this female, her family, and much more about the Sasquatch, including their rules of behavior, how to communicate directly with them, and their playful sense of humor. He also began to understand what they were teaching him about himself, which the second and third parts of this series will explore in greater depth.

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Candace Talmadge writes about the intersection of unexplained mysteries and spirituality. Her blog is StoneScribe (www.healingstonebooks.com/stonescribe) and her speculative fiction is the Green Stone of Healing(r) series (www.greenstoneofhealing.com). Comments (11)

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