Army Veteran Shares Multiple Bigfoot Encounters From Childhood to Adulthood

So there's this interview that dropped recently on The Cryptid Profiler channel, and honestly, it's one of those conversations that sticks with you. Host Dano sits down with Greg, an Army veteran now living in Washington State, and Greg walks through not one, not two, but multiple Sasquatch encounters that span decades of his life. The guy has a calm, grounded way of telling these stories that makes them hit even harder. Greg's very first encounter happened when he was just 10 years old. Growing up in Manitou Springs, Colorado, his single mom let him roam the mountains around Pikes Peak because it kept him out of trouble in the city. One day he was up on the cliffs near Williams Canyon, on the north side of Highway 24 (the same cliffs you can see in those Cave of the Winds pterodactyl ride videos), chucking slate rocks off the edge. That's when he spotted something about 200 feet away, a black female Sasquatch, roughly seven feet tall, thinner than the Patterson-Gimlin film subject, pushing a tiny infant up into a shallow cave. Then the bushes started shaking violently, chest-high bushes, and Greg knew from all those nature documentaries he watched that nothing native to Colorado moves like that. He bolted. But the encounter that really got me was his second one, around age 13 or 14 in 1983. Greg and two friends, Greg from New Jersey and Sean from Harlem (whose mom sent him to Colorado to escape the gangs of the 80s), set up camp between Barr Trail and the Cog Railway road up Pikes Peak. They had a little triangular pup tent, shared two beers between the three of them, and crashed for the night with the fire dying down and the zipper cracked open for airflow. Around midnight, something woke Greg up because it stirred up the fire. The light hit his face, and when he looked toward the tent opening, a massive black silhouette was blocking the entire tent. Two gigantic hairy legs just standing there, and whatever it was appeared to be poking at the fire with a stick. Greg clamped his hands over his friends' mouths to keep them quiet. The legs turned toward them, and the next thing Greg remembers, all three of them are sitting upright with their backs pinned against the tent wall, completely passed out from shock. They came to around 8 a.m. with the fire completely cold and no smoking remains. The granite terrain meant no footprints to find, but the trauma was real. Sean refused to leave the tent and demanded to move back to Harlem because he felt safer there than in the Colorado woods. Greg from Jersey never wanted to set foot in the woods again. The interview also touches on Greg's later explorations in Oregon with a friend named Tim, including some spelunking in the lava tubes near Sun River, though that story gets cut off mid-sentence. The whole thing is worth a listen, especially if you're into firsthand witness accounts from people who clearly aren't making this stuff up for attention. Greg's military background and matter-of-fact delivery add a layer of credibility that's hard to fake. Check out the full episode on The Cryptid Profiler YouTube channel.