Idaho Repairman Finds Sasquatch Trapped Under Fallen Cedar Fork

Posted Thursday, August 13, 2026

By Squatchable.com staff

There's a video circulating right now that every serious researcher needs to carve out time for. A guy up in Northern Idaho — appliance repair guy by trade, cuts his own firewood on the side — went out for what was supposed to be a routine morning of bucking dead and down Douglas fir on a Forest Service collection unit. He'd been there twice before. The permit was legal. The wood was legal. Everything about the day started out ordinary. And then a windstorm rolled in, a cedar came down wrong, and he found himself face-to-face with something that absolutely should not exist according to conventional science. The way this encounter unfolds is what makes it stand out from the usual campfire stories. The narrator isn't some wide-eyed hobbyist stumbling through the woods hoping for a glimpse. He's methodical. He documents everything — timestamps, distances, wind direction, the exact angle of his truck, the position of his winch line. The kind of detail that either comes from someone telling the truth or someone who's spent a lot of time thinking about how to make a lie sound convincing. Given the raw, almost uncomfortable specificity of his account, I'm leaning heavily toward the former. Here's the setup that matters: He'd already rigged a synthetic winch line from his truck, around an old stump, and down to a dead fir top on the ground — standard firewood recovery work. That line had been in place since about 9:45 that morning. Around 10:00, he started hearing things. Brush moving the wrong direction. A single knock from the south that sounded like wood dropped flat onto wood. The forest, as he puts it, didn't feel haunted — it felt occupied. There's a difference, and anyone who's spent real time in Sasquatch country knows exactly what he means. Then the wind hit harder. The crowns above the turnout started leaning and returning in long, uneven sweeps. And somewhere in that window, a mature western red cedar — one he'd noted earlier but hadn't thought anything of — came down across the drainage. When he looked again, something was pinned beneath the fork of that cedar. Fur. Massive. Both hands visible, pressed into the mud. One leg buried under the cross-timber below the knee. What happens next is where this video becomes something you really need to see for yourself. He doesn't panic. He doesn't reach for his chainsaw — in fact, he explicitly decided early on that the saw would stay in the bed, cold, away from that cedar. He thinks through the geometry of the winch line he'd already attached for firewood. If the log moves the wrong way, the fork settles deeper and crushes whatever's underneath. If it moves the right way, he might release something strong enough to bend the branches it's using for handholds. He makes a call. He lets go of the switch. The physical description alone is worth paying attention to. The fur top — which he identifies as a separate dead section that had settled into the mud — moved less than an inch when he first tested the winch. The sound that came from beneath the cedar fork was described as a deep grinding, stone against wood with wet gravel caught between them. That's not the language of someone who watched a movie and decided to retell it. That's the language of someone standing 38 feet away from something they couldn't explain, trying to describe it accurately because they knew no one would believe them otherwise. For researchers, the behavioral details are where this account gets really interesting. The creature turned its head toward the sound of the winch line tightening — auditory awareness, directional, calm. No thrashing. No screaming. No panicked vocalizations. Just a slow, deliberate head turn toward the source of the noise. That's consistent with a lot of what long-time researchers have reported about Sasquatch responses to mechanical sounds: curious, measured, intelligent assessment rather than animalistic flight or fight. The geography checks out too. Northern Idaho — the Panhandle specifically — is prime habitat. Dense old-growth cedar, hemlock, larch, and Douglas fir. Hundreds of drainages just like Brunner Creek (the name he changed for the write-up, though the drainage itself is real enough). The lower elevations get hammered with rain in spring and fall, and the ridgelines above catch wind that can snap trees in half without warning. It's exactly the kind of terrain where you'd expect a large, reclusive hominid to survive undetected for generations. The food sources are there. The cover is there. The remoteness is there. What it lacks is the kind of sustained, serious scientific attention that would actually settle the question once and for all. One thing I want to point out — and this is something I think a lot of people miss when they hear accounts like this — is how the encounter ended. He doesn't claim to have freed the Sasquatch. He doesn't claim to have communicated with it. He doesn't claim to have gotten footage. He tells you exactly what he did, what he saw, what he heard, and where the limits of his knowledge are. That's the hallmark of a credible witness. The people who make stuff up tend to give themselves a starring role. This guy gives himself the role of a guy who showed up to cut firewood and found himself in a situation he wasn't trained for, didn't ask for, and handled with more care than most people would have managed under the circumstances. The video itself is worth watching for the delivery alone. It's told in this almost literary, measured cadence — no music, no dramatic reenactments, no jump scares. Just a guy recounting the worst afternoon of his life in the kind of detail that only comes from someone who lived it and then spent a long time trying to figure out how to put it into words. There are moments where you can hear him pause, not for effect, but because the memory itself has weight. If you've been following Sasquatch reports for any length of time, you've probably noticed that the most compelling encounters rarely come from people who set out looking for one. They come from loggers, hunters, firewood cutters, ranchers, and backcountry travelers who were doing something completely ordinary and stumbled into something that broke their model of how the world works. This video fits that pattern almost perfectly. I'd strongly encourage anyone reading this to go watch the full thing. The account runs long, but every minute of it adds something — another detail, another observation, another piece of evidence that either supports or complicates what's already known about Sasquatch behavior in distress situations. And honestly? We don't have enough of those. The literature on what happens when one of these beings gets injured or trapped is thin, and firsthand accounts from people who were actually there are rarer still. This one deserves to be studied, discussed, and compared against other windstorm-related tree-fall encounters in the historical record. Because if the witness is telling the truth — and based on everything in this account, I believe he is — then something was pinned under that cedar fork in Northern Idaho that day, and a man with a winch and a decision to make was the only thing standing between it and a very bad ending. Go watch it. Then come back and tell me what you think.