Tonight we will be speaking Norman Sollie. Norman is the author of Before Patty Volume I: Patrick-The Sasquatch/Human Hybrid & Our Genetic Inheritance. He shared with me a Sasquatch/Human Hybrid case he spent years investigating. He shared that he starting writing because of his own experiences.

Here is the description: In 1891, a young woman was taken from a fishing camp in Eastern Washington by a Skanicum, as her people knew the Sasquatch. She eventually escaped from her ordeal, but she returned to her family with a terrible secret.

Before Patty, Volume 1, is the story of the life of that woman, and of her hybrid son, Patrick, uncovered after months of research into more than 160 forgotten documents dating from as early as the 1890s and spanning 100 years. Tragic, startling, and surprising, this is the story of what many thought impossible, forever altering our idea of what it is to be human and leading us to consider that Sasquatch may be a fierce and free human tribe.

This is also a story of the hardships Native Americans, First Nations, and Alaska Natives have endured since Europeans first landed on the shores, devastating hundreds of once thriving cultures. As Colville Indian Agent, George H. Newman, wrote in 1897, "I am astonished at the progress they have made, while at the same time I wonder how they have managed to live."

Check out his book, Before Patty Volume I: Patrick-The Sasquatch/Human Hybrid

Jeremiah writes "I've had two experiences that both I and my friends believe may have been Sasquatch/Bigfoot encounters.

First Encounter – July 2025
My first encounter involved myself (originally from Missouri, now living in Arkansas), my friend Nacho (Jacob, from Mississippi), and our other friend Torin (from Missouri). It took place near Neosho, Missouri.

Nacho and I have been interested in Bigfoot and other cryptids since we were kids. One night, after spending most of the day playing video games at Torin's house, we jokingly decided around 10:30 PM to go "squatch hunting." Torin wasn't interested in going because he had a bad migraine, but we eventually convinced him to come with us.

We headed to Fort Crowder Conservation Area, a large wooded area near Neosho. Once there, we experienced several strange events. We had rocks thrown in our direction, heard what sounded like ground pounds, and could hear something moving behind us on the trail as well as around us in the woods. At one point, the same thing produced a deep, low rumbling growl that almost sounded like a stomach growling.

The most unsettling moment came when trees were knocked down in front of us, effectively blocking our path and preventing us from going any farther. As we retreated, more rocks were thrown at us. Throughout the entire experience, the woods were unnaturally quiet there were no insects, no wildlife sounds, nothing.

The following night, Nacho and I returned to the area, this time approaching from the opposite side. Since it was only the two of us and we were honestly pretty nervous after the previous night's events, we decided to stay close to the car.

After arriving, we stepped out briefly and Nacho made a few calls. Not long afterward, something very close by responded by smacking a tree on his side of the vehicle. A little later, I repeatedly heard something moving around on my side of the car.

We were recording the entire time, and later, when reviewing the footage, we noticed things we hadn't picked up on in the moment. My recording captured the tree knock very clearly, while Nacho's recording contained a distant whoop that neither of us had noticed while we were there.

Second Encounter – November 2025
In November 2025, Nacho, our friend Caleb (from New York), and I decided to spend two days and one night investigating the Honobia area of Oklahoma. We had been listening to Episode 11 and realized how close Nacho and I were to the location of the Honobia Siege, which motivated us to make the trip.

Caleb and I met Nacho at the main store in town, where we got a campsite and spoke with some locals. We spent most of the day driving around the area, exploring and looking for signs of activity, but we didn't encounter anything unusual.

That evening, we returned to camp, settled in, cooked some great food, and climbed into the tent. Like most guys in their twenties, we ended up reading Bigfoot stories on Reddit and talking late into the night.

About thirty minutes later, we heard something approach our tent on what sounded like two feet. When we stopped talking and listened, the footsteps immediately stopped. A few moments later, we heard two rocks clack together somewhere in the nearby river.

We started talking again, and shortly afterward the footsteps resumed. Once again, we went quiet, and once again the movement stopped. This time we heard two distinct rock clacks one from the river close to our campsite, and another from much farther away, roughly a quarter mile downstream.

There was a lot more that happened during both encounters than what I've described here. I've left out many details simply because there is so much to tell, but these were the major events that stood out the most."

Health Update: Still fighting this stomach bug. Starting to feel better. I will return next week. I wanted to play a reloaded episode of one of my favorite intros. Ben writes "Well I finally got up the nerves to send this, back in 2015 I was a Jr in high school. My buddy had called me to see if I wanted to hangout and see his new toy.

The toy was a Jeep Wrangler YJ that was abandoned. Even more interesting it was abandoned by a gentlemen that later that same year went to his friends house and shot him. He had some issues I guess. So whilst we went out there we swapped from my brothers truck to mine and proceeded to meet them in the woods. So this is Sweden Maine where he found this. Kinda middle of nowhere. So we get to the Jeep and my friend and my brothers friend go out in the Jeep, leaving my brother and I with my pickup in this clearing. We noticed it was very quiet where we were. Right about then is when a gum ball sized rock landed between us. We looked at each other and played it off.

Both kinda bothered we agreed to go towards the entry of the trail to get out of there. (Guess it felt safer) well when we got a little further down the trailer my brother pulled over. (He always drove) it was getting dark probably like 6:30-7pm in May. When I jumped out I looked at this tree too admiring the sky. I saw an entire flock of birds fly out of this tree. I proceeded to slowly drop my head looking down the tree the whole time.

When I got to the middle of the tree is when I saw something. I saw a figure in the woods. Left arm and leg obscured by the tree looked as if it's left palm was against the tree. It was rocking slightly, it had a long arm that I could see on its right side and a big build. I couldn't see the feet but the head, shoulder, torso, and leg all on the left was clearly visible (as a silhouette). It was rocking slightly left to right and could see it breather. I looked at my brother and he was frozen looking at it. I asked him "what is that?" He only responded with "get in the truck" I looked back and it was still standing there swaying. I looked back at my brother and said again "what the f— is that?" To which my brother responded with "get in the f—— truck." My door was still open so I kinda dove backwards into it. My brother quickly had it started and the clutch already out and fishtailing away. I couldn't bring myself to look backwards. But we were spooked.

There was an interesting situation with a set of lights behind us upon our escape but I'm not sure what to make of it. We called the friends that we were leaving so they either had to ditch the Jeep or drive it back to his house. Oddly they too sounded distressed. But they agreed to meet on the trail. We flew back down the trail driving way faster than anyone should. We came up to them and they stuffed the Jeep in the woods. What caught my attention next was they ran and I mean RAN to my truck, keeping a hand on my hood the whole time. I slid up against my brother so to make room for them. It was a regular cab. We drove out of there and my brother and I not wanting to get played asked them why they were so worked up. They stated to us the they had gotten stuck for a moment and whilst working it out of the mud something slapped the side of the Jeep and rocked it side to side. It was too dark for them to see anything under the heavy tree canopy and the night setting in more. It certainly was a wild time. Only other thing was some vocalizations the year prior that sounded exactly like the other howl captured in Maine. That's my story Wes thanks for doing what you do."