Bigfoot Wolves
are Sasquatch Guardians

Bigfoot Wolves painting by Michael Payton for Conversations With Sasquatch, Cross Over novel by Michigan author Richard Rensberry.

My first experience with Bigfoot wolves occurred on a forest trail in Cross Over.  Rather than retell the story, below is an excerpt from Conversations With Sasquatch, The Encounter.

                                        Bigfoot Wolves excerpt

     When confronted with the realm of the unknown, confidence and certainty are definitely the life jackets on which we have to rely.  Without them, we are at the mercy of our lesser human emotions and reactions, such as fear, anger, and despair.  The vibration of emotion in one person can ignite a like emotion and vibration in another, like a tuning fork.  I believe that is the case even with animals.  If I fear a dog, that dog is likely to fear me.  On the other hand, if I approach a dog with confidence and certainty, that dog is likely to respond in a like manner.  

     It is not a dog, however, I meet on the trail.  It is a wolf the size of a horse that freezes in its tracks and eyes me with gold-flecked orbs whirling with an abyss of black intensity.  It raises its nose from the trail and retracts its lips in a grimace that bares long white fangs.  

     I know that it is no time to panic or react defensively.  What happens in the first few nano seconds of an encounter is what can determine the outcome of such a meeting.  I know better than to pause or diminish my presence, so I simply continue walking forward towards the wolf as if I own the trail into which he has trespassed. 

     “What’s up, boy?”  I say in as bold and friendly tone as I can muster.  

     I visually watch the vibrations of my words wash over the wolf’s fur and dispel the building aggression in its eyes and lips.  It is replaced by a quizzical look and a slight bowing of the head.  

     A shrill whistle disturbs the moment and the wolf gives me one last curious look, then turns and bounds off up the trail.  It yips and jumps playfully about as a young Sasquatch unexpectedly appears on the trail.  As with the wolf, I have no other option but to walk forward as if I belong there as much as they.  I reflexively raise my arm in a gesture of greeting.  

     The young Sasquatch says something incomprehensible and stops.  Seeing me progressing forward, it commands the wolf to its side with a slap of his thigh and another whistle.  

     I have progressed to within about twenty feet when I pause.

     “Loquius,”  I say, and raise my hand to my brow.  I make a gesture as if I am looking for someone and immediately notice understanding registering in the young Sasquatch’s eyes.   He turns and looks up the trail behind him.  He raises his arm and points in the direction I am headed.  

     I smile and move forward into their immediate space and pass close enough to reach out and scratch the wolf on the chin.  Once behind me, I do not look back until I am well up the trail.  To my relief, there is no one there.  The boy and his wolf have moved on.

     Bigfoot wolves also appear in my second book Conversations With Sasquatch, Cross Over.

Bigfoot Wolves Poem


                           You can’t fool a wolf

                           even with scents

                           like pine tar or sage

                           on your boot bottoms.

                           They smell your intent

                           and perk their ears

                           at the beat of your heart.

                           They are the forest’s skin

                           covered with fur.  They are

                           the howl of the wounded

                           and the carnivore’s teeth...

                           but bow to the pet

                           and coo of Bigfoot.   

                           Richard Rensberry  12/1/20

More Bigfoot Poetry can be found on my Sasquatch Poetry page.