Helicopter Pilot Films GIANT SASQUATCH Carrying a Human Body – Bigfoot Encounter Story
The Guardian of Granite Canyon
Chapter One: The Vanishing
You won’t believe what happened three weeks ago in the mountains of northern Oregon. A search and rescue helicopter crew caught footage of something that shouldn’t exist. The pilot still hasn’t slept properly since it happened. And the two hunters who were with him can barely talk about it without their hands shaking.
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It all started on a Tuesday morning, when a 28-year-old hiker failed to return from what was supposed to be a simple overnight camping trip in the Cascade Range. His girlfriend had dropped him at the trailhead on Sunday afternoon, and he was supposed to call her Monday evening when he reached the road on the other side of the mountain. When Tuesday morning came and went with no word, she contacted the sheriff’s office.
The missing hiker was experienced and well-equipped: proper gear, GPS, emergency rations, a detailed route plan. He’d chosen established trails through a section of forest that rangers knew well. Under normal circumstances, someone like him shouldn’t have had trouble. But the area was notorious for its deep canyons and thick forest cover—enough to disorient even seasoned outdoorsmen.
By Tuesday afternoon, the sheriff had organized a ground search team. But the terrain made it nearly impossible to cover on foot. The forest stretched for miles in every direction, broken up by ravines and rocky outcrops that could hide a person completely.
After hours of fruitless searching, they called in helicopter support.
Chapter Two: The Aerial Search
The pilot, Tom, had been flying search and rescue for over 15 years. He’d seen everything the mountains could throw at him—injured climbers on cliff faces, lost hunters in blizzards, hikers miles off trail. But nothing prepared him for what he was about to witness.
Two local hunters, Mark and Eddie, volunteered to join the search. They’d grown up hunting and tracking in these mountains, reading signs in the forest that most would miss. Tom was glad to have them aboard; their skills had proven invaluable before.
The helicopter lifted off just after noon, beginning a systematic search pattern over the hiker’s last known location. The weather was perfect: clear skies, good visibility, minimal wind. From a thousand feet up, Tom could see for miles across the canopy, searching for any sign of human activity below.
For the first hour, they covered the established trail route and the surrounding area. Tom flew careful grids, ensuring no section was missed. Mark and Eddie scanned the ground with binoculars, looking for the bright colors of modern hiking gear.
They found the hiker’s campsite quickly—a small clearing beside a stream, tent pitched, gear arranged neatly. But the hiker was gone. There were no signs of distress, no obvious direction he’d taken after breaking camp. The dense canopy made it impossible to see trails or footprints from above. The surrounding forest looked undisturbed.
They widened their search, focusing on likely places someone might wander: water sources, ravines, clearings, ridge lines. They checked everywhere a lost or injured person might go.
Two hours in, they were flying over a remote section of forest when Eddie spotted something moving below. At first, it looked like a large bear. Bears were common here, but something about the way it moved caught Eddie’s attention. He asked Tom to circle back for another look.
As they came around for a second pass, flying lower, all three men saw something that made no sense.
Chapter Three: The Creature
The thing moving through the trees was not a bear. It was walking upright, striding purposefully through the thick undergrowth. Even from several hundred feet up, they could see it was massive—easily eight or nine feet tall, with a powerfully built frame covered in dark brown fur.
But what made their blood run cold was what the creature was carrying. Slung over its right shoulder was what unmistakably appeared to be a human body. The figure was limp and motionless, dressed in hiking clothes with a backpack still attached. The bright red jacket matched the missing hiker’s description.
Tom’s first instinct was to radio their position to the ground teams, but Mark and Eddie urged him to follow the creature. They needed to know if the hiker was alive, and what this thing planned to do with him.
The creature moved with astonishing speed and confidence, heading toward a series of rocky canyon walls on the far side of the forest. For the next twenty minutes, Tom tracked it from above as it made its way through the wilderness. Several times, they nearly lost sight of it as it moved through dense sections of forest, but Mark’s tracking instincts kept them on course.
The way it carried the body suggested incredible strength. It showed no signs of fatigue despite the weight of a full-grown man and the challenging terrain.
As they followed, the hunters noticed other disturbing details: broken branches at unusual heights, compressed earth on the forest floor, crude trail markers made from stones and sticks. This thing had been using this route regularly.
Eventually, the creature reached its destination at the base of a steep canyon wall. From above, they watched it disappear into what appeared to be a cave system carved into the rock face. The entrance was partially hidden by overhanging vegetation, nearly invisible from the ground, but from the air, Tom could see it was much larger than it first appeared—easily big enough to accommodate the creature.
Chapter Four: The Descent
Tom circled the area, trying to get a better sense of the terrain and the cave system. The canyon walls were steep and rocky, with little vegetation except for hardy shrubs and scattered trees. There were no established trails leading here. Ground teams would need climbing equipment to reach this location.
Protocol dictated that Tom should radio their findings and wait for backup. But the hunters argued that time was running out. If the hiker was alive, every minute counted. By the time a ground team arrived, it might be too late.
After a heated debate, Tom made a decision that would haunt him for weeks. He would accompany the hunters to the cave, disabling the helicopter’s engine and hiding the keys.
The half-mile trek from the landing site to the canyon wall took nearly an hour. The terrain was brutal—thick undergrowth, rocky streams, massive fallen trees. The hunters led the way, finding the easiest path.
About halfway, they picked up the creature’s trail: footprints nearly eighteen inches long, pressed deep into the ground. The depth suggested incredible weight. The prints were humanoid, with distinct toe marks, but far larger than anything in the scientific literature.
Other signs appeared: branches broken at eight to ten feet, deliberate trail markers, scratch marks on trees too high and deep for bears. The smell was intense—musky and alien, a scent none of them recognized.
As they neared the canyon wall, they found crude structures made from branches and stones, too organized to be natural but too primitive for human construction. In a small clearing, they found a collection of bones—mostly deer and forest animals, but mixed among them were fragments of clothing, a hiking boot, and what appeared to be human bone.
The hunters exchanged grim looks. This wasn’t the first person the creature had taken.
Chapter Five: The Cave
The cave entrance was nearly ten feet high and fifteen feet wide, partially concealed by vegetation and rocks. Fresh drag marks in the dirt led inside, along with the creature’s massive footprints. The smell was overwhelming—a mixture of musk, decay, and something else.
They could hear sounds from deep within: scraping, heavy footsteps, and what sounded like primitive vocalizations. The creature was inside, and it was active.
The hunters prepared to enter. Tom would stay near the entrance, maintaining radio contact and ready for evacuation. But Mark and Eddie insisted he come with them—they might need every advantage.
Inside, the tunnel sloped downward and curved to the right. The air was thick and humid, the smell nearly unbearable. The walls were smooth stone, worn by years of water flow.
After a few minutes, they found evidence of human presence: scattered camping equipment, torn clothing, a makeshift prison area created by piled rocks. More importantly, they heard a human voice calling weakly for help.
The missing hiker was alive, but his voice was faint.
They had to act immediately. The sounds of the creature’s movement were getting closer.
Chapter Six: The Guardian
The plan was simple: create a distraction to draw the creature away from the hiker, allowing one person to slip past and attempt a rescue. Mark and Tom positioned themselves at the cave entrance, using rocks to bang on the walls, making as much noise as possible. Eddie slipped inside, moving quickly but silently.
The response from the depths was immediate—a roar echoed through the cave, deeper and more powerful than a bear, but with a human fury. The creature thundered toward the entrance.
When it appeared, all three men froze. It was even larger than it had seemed from above: nine feet tall, shoulders nearly four feet wide, body covered in thick fur except for its face, hands, and feet, which were leathery and dark. Its arms were long, reaching almost to its knees.
But its face was the most disturbing—intelligent, aware, eyes dark and calculating. It didn’t charge. Instead, it positioned itself defensively, blocking their access, making low, rumbling vocalizations. It studied them, moving its gaze from one man to the next, noting their weapons, their positions.
It was thinking, planning, evaluating.
The standoff lasted minutes that felt like hours. The men kept their rifles trained on the creature but hesitated to fire. Despite its size, it showed restraint. Its breathing was controlled, its posture defensive rather than aggressive.
Then, as the hiker’s voice echoed from deeper in the cave, the creature turned, making what sounded like warning calls—gentle, almost parental. It looked back at the men, gestured toward the cave, as if explaining something about the person inside.
Mark took a risk. He lowered his rifle and stepped back. The creature relaxed its posture, making approving noises. When he raised the rifle again, it tensed.
It was responding to their threat level, adjusting its behavior accordingly.
Chapter Seven: The Rescue
During a lull, Eddie slipped around the side of the cave entrance, using shadows and rock formations to stay hidden. He found a secondary entrance—a narrow gap between rocks—and squeezed through.
Inside, the cave system was larger and more complex than they’d imagined. There were smaller footprints, organized sleeping areas, evidence of a family group. Eddie followed the hiker’s voice through a maze of passages, finding him in a chamber partially sealed off with rocks.
The hiker was conscious but badly injured, dehydrated, with a broken leg and numerous cuts. Someone had cleaned and dressed his wounds using primitive but effective techniques, and had provided food and water.
The hiker’s story was incredible: he’d fallen into a ravine, injured his leg, and been found by the creature. Instead of attacking, it had lifted him out and carried him to the cave. For two days, it had brought him food and water, tended his injuries, and protected him from predators.
The makeshift prison was a shelter, not a cell.
Eddie knew they had to get him out. Carrying the hiker was slow and dangerous. Several times, they had to hide as the creature moved through the tunnels, searching for the intruders. At one point, they triggered a primitive alarm system—loose rocks that clattered when disturbed. The creature roared in rage, searching for them.
Chapter Eight: The Chase
Tom and Mark, hearing the commotion, created more noise at the entrance, trying to draw the creature away. Eddie and the hiker reached the secondary entrance, but the creature was close, sniffing the air, searching. They hid in a narrow crevice, barely daring to breathe as the massive shadow passed by.
When it finally moved on, they slipped outside. The others helped carry the hiker through the forest toward the helicopter. But they hadn’t gone far before they heard the creature’s pursuit—crashing through the underbrush, roaring with betrayal and loss.
It wasn’t just chasing—it was hunting, using parallel routes to cut them off. Several times, they glimpsed its massive form moving with impossible speed and grace. Its vocalizations ranged from rage to what sounded almost like grief.
The race to the helicopter was a nightmare. The pilot cleared obstacles, guided them using his memory of the terrain. The creature seemed to be herding them toward the helicopter, as if it wanted them to leave its territory with the rescued man.
As they sprinted across the meadow, the creature emerged from the trees, roaring. But instead of attacking, it stopped at the edge of the clearing, watching as they loaded the hiker into the aircraft.
In those final moments, they saw the creature’s face—anger, yes, but also sadness, resignation. It made no move to stop them, only watched as they took off.
Chapter Nine: The Aftermath
The flight to the hospital took forty minutes. The hiker insisted the creature had saved his life, never harmed him, tended his wounds, and kept him alive. The medical team confirmed he was hydrated and nourished.
The official report mentioned the successful recovery of the hiker, but left out the details. The three men agreed to keep the full story confidential, partly to protect the creature, partly because no one would believe them.
Tom couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d seen. The intelligence, the compassion, the restraint. He returned to the area several times, but the cave had been sealed with rocks and debris. The creature, and its family, had vanished.
The hunters avoided the canyon. Occasionally, they heard stories of strange sounds or signs, but never found evidence of the creature’s return.
The hiker recovered fully, but never again ventured into the remote forest. Among friends, he spoke of the creature’s gentle treatment, its intelligence.
The three men shared a bond that went beyond words. They’d witnessed something that shattered their understanding of the natural world. They met regularly, turning the experience over in their minds, debating what it meant.
Tom eventually retired, the memory of the creature haunting his dreams. The hunters continued their work, but avoided the canyon.
The forest remains wild and unexplored. Occasionally, someone reports strange sounds, or finds a marker or a footprint that doesn’t fit any known animal. Most dismiss it as legend.
But for three men, and one rescued hiker, the mystery is real. They know that sometimes, the most frightening encounters can reveal the most profound truths about the world—and that not all monsters are what they seem.
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