The Crater Mountain Sasquatch Legend by Robert A. Hunt

Robert A. Hunt
By Robert A. Hunt February 13, 2015 11:19

The Crater Mountain Sasquatch Legend by Robert A. Hunt


High upon the peak of Crater Mountain lives a Legend. As the accounts by many eye witnesses have told, something lives in the wild. Something large and hairy, walking on two legs like a man, but definitely not a man but a savage creature… A Sasquatch.

Re-trace the steps of one of history’s mightiest legends, the Sasquatch. Standing fourteen feet tall and weighing nine hundred pounds, Gurchukk finds himself with the responsibility of raising a four year old native girl.

At the foot of Crater Mountain, in the little town of Seaton Portage, a new comer, Trevor, with his heart full of hopes and dreams for a new and prosperous life, soon finds himself ensnared in a world of terror and discovery as he fights to survive the mysterious creature of Cater Mountain.

Share the lives and perspectives of some very earthly characters, along with some who are not so earthly. In this marvelous Sasquatch tale you will surely feed your curiosity with the Sasquatch mythology.

The author has rated this book not necessarily suitable for children.


Chapter 1

High upon Crater Mountain, making his way along the ridges with quick wide strides, dislodging rocks that went hurtling down the steep solid slope, came the nine hundred pound Sasquatch. His long massive arms swinging forward and back to distribute his weight appropriately. At this speed, the chill air penetrated the shaggy hair covering his body. Hair; four inches long, dark brown and silver tipped. His beard and the long hair that grew from his scalp flapped in tandem with every great stride. He had a long brown beard and other than his head, his forearms possessed hair of a generous length.

He stumbled just for a moment as he almost over compensated for his top heavy upper body bulk. His husky shoulders measured six feet across and they shook the frost free with each powerful step. The muscles at the back of his neck were so developed; it appeared as though he did not have a neck at all.

Stopping quickly, his eight inch wide and sixteen inch long feet dug into the loose rock. The breeze flowing up the slope carried the scent of the evergreens, fresh water, and – something else. Raising his flat, broad pug nose, he turned an ear to the wind, listening and sniffing.

Yes. His large lips stretched into a grimace. He was close now. Peering down at the valley below, he knew he would finally catch up with his lifelong enemy, Skurtchotte.

Gurchukk looked down at the scars he carried from many previous fierce battles with the wicked old grizzly bear. One great scar on his hind leg still acted up every time he thought of the old bear. It had crippled him for many weeks. Most of which is all but impossible to see any more for it is hidden under his long dark hair.

Now, it had returned to his kind and ransacked their community. Gurchukk was regarded as one of the strongest and most courageous of the clan. Skurtchotte thinks he can come and go as he pleases and just take whatever he wishes? Does he believe himself to be the king of the mountain? Perhaps invincible? Gurchukk was no coward when challenged and he was sure to make good on this, what he believed to be, the final battle.

Sneaking up on the old grizzly, the Sasquatch peered through the bushes. He saw Skurtchotte rear up and carve his mark deep into the bark of an evergreen before he turned and ambled further down the steep slope into the woods. King of the mountain. Gurchukk snorted. Slipping down to the flat before Skurtchotte’s mark, the first thing he’d done was scrape the bear’s claw marks from the tree. Using the sharp edge of the rock to obliterate the grizzly’s brand, Gurchukk glanced at his shadow, dusk was falling and it was time to end this.

Entering the thicker forest of coniferous trees, Gurchukk felt a lucky feeling come over him. Yes, today was the day. He would finally be rid of the mischievous old grizzly. He felt so good as he leaped, soaring over low bent trees and landing with his full nine hundred pound body. His feet thundered as gravity pulled him closer to his long awaited victory. He came upon a long waterfall where the land steepened under his feet. Gurchukk jumped clear across a twelve foot expanse of water cascading down the rocks to the abyss below. As he did so, he could imagine returning to his clan with a hero’s welcome. He huffed as he chuckled with the exuberant thought. With the wind through his long body hair, he felt a keen sense of not only freedom, but the spiritual connection to the entire land around him. The ground shook where he landed on the far side. With a deep huff, he swung his powerful arms to regain balance. This was Sasquatch country.

Continuing downhill, slowing his stride and working his way quietly through the bush, the scent grew stronger. Looking over a ridge of rock, he found Old Skurtchotte chewing on the branches of a Saskatoon bush, though it was not yet time for the bush to produce its fruit. Gurchukk took hold of a large rock from within the great mitts of his hand before hurtling it through the air like the stone had been launched from a catapult. The rock knocked Skurtchotte’s head to the ground. Getting up on all fours, shaking his head and shoulders, Skurtchotte raised his head and made eye contact with his fierce attacker. Gurchukk whistled, then he bellowed to make no mistake the danger the grizzly was in. Wheeling, the old wild bear growled a warning of his own in an angered daze, before he broke into a run from Gurchukk.

The bear was very fast, but Gurchukk was faster. Bursting through the thick bush, he pursued Skurtchotte as the old bear skirted the edge of Red Bridge Lake. Moving through the air silently, the Sasquatch cleared the rocky ridge, landing on the flat ground below with a terrible thud.

In the past, he had scared Skurtchotte away by chasing after him, but this time it would not end with mercy. Through the mottled patches of moonlight under the puzzled casted shadows of the forest, Gurchukk gained on Skurtchotte. Their blurred reflections mirrored in its clear surface of the lake. On the far side, bright fires glowed as the delicious aroma of cooked meat wafted over them through the breeze. Both of them slowed as they sniffed the air. Their hungry bellies longed to investigate the source, but they could not forget that they were at war.

Lunging at Skurtchotte, the bear rolled and bucked Gurchukk off. The Sasquatch landed on his back, screaming in rage as the grizzly’s fangs flashed above him.

As the little people pounded their drums, stomped their feet and howled at the evil in their midst. They always performed this way to frighten off any wild animals that lurked in their vicinity. They did not differentiate between predators of the wild and evil spirits. Gurchukk rolled onto his haunches and heaved himself upright to face his enemy. Ignoring the crack of a rifle and the sting of arrows, the two exchanged powerful blows. The grizzly had the advantage of sharp claws, but Gurchukk’s long arms won out. Swinging powerful punches, Skurtchotte wheeled and charged directly into the Indian camp. Women and children ran screaming, but the men attacked Skurtchotte in earnest.

Gurchukk remained behind in the concealment of thick foliage. The fury hide of the great bear collected arrows quickly. Chaos filled the camp as the women were busy rounding up the children to their huts. One small child ran unaccounted for. The frightened child searched for some kind of safety.

The child of four years old, ran right into Gurchukk’s shin. She fell backwards onto her bottom. Blinking her glossy dark eyes, she strained to see through the night. Looking up at Gurchukk with curiosity and amazement, fear suddenly gripped her. Gurchukk saw the shadow of a native man thrust a long spear through Skurtchotte’s heart, but no one noticed the Sasquatch’s presence, nor the little girl who was with him. Unable to breathe, the child couldn’t even scream.

Gurchukk was about to back away out of sight when he caught the scent of the child. The aroma filled his sinuses and his mind calculated that the child was female. His nose, finely tuned in the wild, was sensitive to such scents.

Though it was indeed dark, the Sasquatch’s nocturnal eyes could see the little girl perfectly. She had ageless and smooth cinnamon skin with a sensitive, non-threatening innocence in her big brown eyes. At the sides of her head, was jet black hair braided down over her little shoulders. Colorful beads decorated her clothing of skins and furs.

With a swoop of his great arm, Gurchukk snatched up the child and disappeared into the woods. It was more a moment of spontaneity than a choice. Before Gurchukk could process another thought, or make his next decision, the little feminine child was in his arms and he was moving more swiftly than the wind through the deciduous forest of trees.

The mother of the child came out of the hut calling the little girl’s name. Her appearance was every bit like that of her daughter’s only in adult form. “Tiarrow! Tiarrow!” Her intuition told her at that moment that she would never see her daughter again. She screamed out her daughter’s name and wept as she gazed into the dark shadows of the forest.

There, in the distance she was certain that within a sound of trees cracking and thundering, she could hear the faint scream of her baby girl fade out to the distance. Then all grew quiet… Dead quiet.

Gurchukk’s heart was pounding as loud as one of the native’s drums. Carrying the small native girl cub in the palms of his hands, he traveled fast believing the native men were behind him, hunting him. Over the thick wooded lands and through a deep river, then up the very steep mountainside of Crater Mountain, the Sasquatch ran swiftly.

For many long hours he journeyed, until finally, at daybreak, they found themselves far up into the hills walking on the deep soft moss, bright yellow flowers were springing up around the few remaining white patches of snow from which little streams went trickling down the ravines. The wind was so calming and the birds full of morning songs added to the Sasquatch’s comfort. He leaned out over the edge and listened for signs of the native’s pursuit, but there was none.

The little girl was so frightened, she was just as delirious with exhaustion as Gurchukk was. He held her close to his chest and gently wrapped his enormous hairy arms around her. It was not long before the little girl was fast asleep in the warmth of the Sasquatch’s body heat and soft hair. He searched the area for a moment before discovering a patch of clover. Here he made a bed and fell asleep with the girl cub in his arms.

The sun was high in the heavens as they lay basking drowsily in its warmth, until hunger beckoned them to get up. The warm hairy body had left the little girl and a cool breeze swept over her. Awakening, she shivered and to her horror, she saw the Sasquatch squatting a short distance away under a tall evergreen tree. It sought shelter from the sun. The face of it was both man-like, and ape-like. Though the Sasquatch had caring eyes, he was horribly hideous and menacingly scary to the little girl. She began to cry and scream for her parents to come and save her. She felt like the overpowering presence of the creature was pressing in on her. All the while, the Sasquatch just sat and glared at her. In her vulnerability, she was frozen with fear and all hope of being saved from the creature left her.

Finally, exhausted, the little girl began to settle down. She was obviously still upset taking quick little infrequent gasps of air. The two just looked at one another in a silent moment. The girl wiped the tears from her dirty face but her eyes never left the monster of monsters, the nightmare that had been made real.

More time passed. The girl sat shivering. Gurchukk even hungrier now, moved his long, powerful hairy arms. The girl began to scream and cry at the sight of the creature’s movement. It stood up to its full twelve foot height. With one great step it neared the girl and scooped its great hand down to her. The girl rolled into the Sasquatch’s palm and there she curled into a ball.

Gurchukk strolled along at a lazy, slow pace. Nevertheless, his wide long strides carried them quickly through the tall trees. He sought after something to eat, stopping often to tear apart hollow stumps and rotten logs with ease. He worked his big flexible lips as he devoured the plump juicy grubs and rooted out an ant hill for the crawling red ants and their eggs. He foraged for a comb of sweet honey, heedless of the buzzing and swarming bees around them. Sometimes, he sought fish in the shallow streams. He ducked his upper body into the water with no hesitation, and then he would come out, usually with a fish. The little girl had seen the creature simply slap at the water to obtain its quarry. The long days turned into weeks.

How wonderful had been this time he spent with his new friend. He was not sure what it was about the little person whom he now shared his life with, but having her near him made him feel more alive. Like his life was worth so much more to live, just by having her near.

The little girl refused to eat anything on the first day but since that time they had eaten plenty together. The little girl began to warm up to her giant hairy captor, despite his atrocious smell. She especially liked to cuddle close to his warm hairy pelt in the chill of night. The Sasquatch was always warm no matter how cold it ever seemed to be. The little girl found that the giant hairy monster was quite generous and often showed great affection for her. Through time she came to realize that Gurchukk did not want to hurt her at all. He even protected her from a pack of wolves once. He did so with ease and came away unscathed. Little by little, the girl would open up slightly more to the creature. Her nightmares of it subsided and she even found it to be handsome at times, in a fatherly sort of way. Just as it was challenging for the girl to find something to admire in the wild creature, in this same way, it was challenging for her to continue to fear it as she first did. Because the girl was so young, she began to get used to the creature’s presence to such a point where if it were not around, it was like she had lost her sense of security. As soon as it came near again, her skepticism crept back in quickly and she would have trouble trusting it again. It would take a long time before she would be able to find a deep sense of trust with the creature, for as young as she was, she knew it was wild.

Gurchukk, decided to take his prize and show it off to an old friend of his. Carrying the native girl cub down through the wilderness of the mountain at great speed, its big feet thundered something awful the entire way as it whistled, until it reached the edge to a deep gorge. The steep rock walls on either side rose fifty feet from the river to the crest. Gurchukk lumbered along the rocky edge of the crevasse until he stood over a place where the river pooled in a wider area. The deep pool drained over the glide of a cascading waterfall. Gurchukk did not warn the young girl before he leapt off the edge, plummeted the distance of fifty feet and punched into the icy cold river below.

The unprepared little girl began to drown immediately. She could feel the powerful momentum of the beast as it propelled them through the water and into an underwater cavern where they broke through the water’s surface.

The cave was pitch black inside and the girl was tossed out of the water and onto the stone. She tried to cough and gasp for air but her lungs were mostly full of water. Gurchukk lifted her up by her ankles and shook her, and then he laid her down on the smooth stone again. She found breathing was a little easier after this, but she still worked at coughing out the water. In the midst of this she could hear the sound of Sasquatch chatter. There was more than one Sasquatch in the cave and they spoke to one another using some quick chirp-like language. Then, she could feel some huge powerful hands upon her little body as she was being examined by a creature. Suddenly, the examination was over and the sound of two large rocks smashing together sounded and echoed off throughout the deep cave.

Sparks exploded from the rocks with each collision. In the flashes of light, the girl could see two large hairy forms huddled close to one another. Each of them were smacking rocks together. Suddenly, a flame was produced.

Within the dank smelly cave, dead fish and fish bones were strewn about. The two Sasquatch yipped with excitement and whistled loudly. They seemed overjoyed to have the fire lit. The both of them laid down flat and faced the fire. They blew gently on the flame to make it brighter.

From the light of the fire the little girl could see that the new Sasquatch was covered in long white hair that was coarse like a horse’s mane. It resembled Gurchukk except for the white hair and the pink, pale skin. The spookiest thing for the girl was how the fire was reflected in their eyes when they looked at her.

This new Sasquatch had more ape-like features to its face. Its forehead sloped back and amidst the wrinkles of apparent age, it had a low heavy brow. It offered Gurchukk some fish and Gurchukk happily accepted. As Gurchukk ate, the other Sasquatch seemed to be telling a story. It chattered and used a great vocabulary of mouthed sound effects, as well as many gestures. It became so involved in the story it was telling that it took a stone and began to draw on the cave’s wall.

It used flint to draw pictographs with and as it drew, it pressed the flint so hard it sparked. This helped the story teller to see what it was doing. This white Sasquatch was very old and very wise.

The visit was over and the little girl dreaded her inevitable fate of re-entering the cold water. She held her nose and her breath and let the Sasquatch take her out. Gurchukk was a very avid swimmer, as was all of the Sasquatch. They could hold their breath for a substantial length of time. Gurchukk set the girl down for a very brief moment to shake off the water from his arms and legs. Then, the girl was lifted up and though they were wet, they were warm. Gurchukk was off again at speed. It seemed nothing could slow him down, there was no obstruction too high or too low and no steepness he couldn’t handle for great distances.

Time seemed limitless, trailing through the meadows and green forests, crossing rushing streams, to at last climb the high mountains, their great snowy peaks far above, glistening pink in the sunset. They feasted on the ripe and abundant berries climbing the rocky ledges as they moved in and out of the bushes climbing from patch to patch. The sleek hair of the Sasquatch shone with health and vitality.

The berries were all over and a tang of frost was in the air, the leaves had turned a glorious gold and flaming red, making the world seem bright on the dullest day. A cold wind came out from the north. Taking their time they made their way to a cave near the high rocky slopes of Crater Mountain.

Now the sky was overcast and slowly, great soft flakes of snow fell like a blanket, covering up the herbage until the opening of the cave too, was covered, leaving its occupants warm and snug. Thus passed the first of many long summers.

With time, Gurchukk taught the native girl much about his language and his ways, but she always had trouble adapting to his hunting methods and capabilities. Within the circles of the mighty Sasquatch, one’s worth is measured by their strengths of survival. The native girl never really measured up. Though many other Sasquatch were jealous of Gurchukk’s prize, they would tell him that she would only tie him down. Gurchukk didn’t care, however, he simply could not part with the little person. Always, did he care for her, as he tended to her needs. She knew the heart of the giant wild-beast. It was his nature to be gentle and kind to her. There was something about a human that interested the Sasquatch though they were not sure what it was, only that they found them fascinating. Still there were plenty of times when they would not agree, but through submission, the disagreements were tolerable. At the very least, she would make a very nice pet.

Copyright© Robert A. Hunt. All rights reserved.

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