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Jan 24, 2018 19:17:21 GMT -6
Post by jojustjo on Jan 24, 2018 19:17:21 GMT -6
I sowwy that looked bearish to me..
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Post by skywalker on Jan 24, 2018 21:49:06 GMT -6
My friendly Susquatch investigator peacefully died yesterday. Maybe he will find out now. If there's a Bigfoot heaven, he'd want to visit it for sure. Sorry to hear about your friend, Paulette. Maybe he will come back and tell you what he finds out.
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Jan 25, 2018 15:27:10 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Jan 25, 2018 15:27:10 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/01/bizarre-and-frightening-accounts-of-bigfoot-attacks/ Bizarre and Frightening Accounts of Bigfoot Attacksby Brent Swancer / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/brentswancer/January 24, 2018 One of the most well-known and widely discussed cryptids of all time are the mysterious hairy, ape-like giants of North America, which are variously called the Bigfoot, Sasquatch, Skunk Ape, Grassman, and other regional names. Seen all over the continent, they may differ in appearance or behavior, but one thing that is usually consistent is that for all of their size and strength they seem to be mostly peaceful and benevolent denizens of the forest, much more likely to run away or hide than to confront. Yet there have been many accounts from at least the 19th century all the way up to the present of a different side to these creatures, that of a fierce, ferocious beast fully willing and able to attack or even kill if it has to. Although not as common as reports of more benign or gentle Bigfoot, the accounts or violent or aggressive Bigfoot attacks are rather scary and shocking, and show that there is perhaps more to these enigmatic creatures than meets the eye. Perhaps the most widely known and publicized case of an attack on humans from an alleged Bigfoot occurred in the summer of 1924, when five prospectors by the names of Marion Smith, his son Roy Smith, Fred Beck, Gabe Lefever, and John Peterson were out in the wilds of Mt. St. Helens, in Skamania County, Washington. The group was out in the remote wilderness working on a claim in an area of a branch of the Lewis River, about eight miles from Spirit Lake, when they came across their first of many oddities to come. There embedded into the earth was a series of footprints reported as looking very human-like but much more massive, at around 14 inches in length, and with unusually stubby toes. Not long after this, the men began to see some strange creature through the trees during their trek, with a hulking, 7-foot-tall gorilla-like figure seen on at least four occasions, which was described as being covered in long, black hair and sporting two 4-inch long ears that stuck straight up, which is an odd detail to say the least. At one point one of the spooked prospectors, Marion Smith, fired at it to send it lumbering off, but far from cowering it this seemed to only make the creature even bolder. On the morning of July 10, Beck purportedly sighted the creature standing some distance away near the edge of a canyon and decided to try and take a shot at it. He apparently managed to score a direct hit, and the bizarre figure apparently staggered and fell right over the ledge of the canyon, plummeting 400 feet down presumably to its death. It was perhaps this incident that would be the catalyst for what came next. Later that evening the men were relaxing at their camp in the cabin they had built when they were startled by a sudden, urgent pounding on the roof that seemed to shake the whole structure. The prospectors were immediately on the alert, and grabbed their rifles, still wondering just what was going on. In addition to this pounding and thudding, the cabin began to be pelted by large rocks, some of which broke off pieces of the building or came careening straight through the windows and roof, and at least one of which struck Beck to purportedly knock him unconscious. According to news stories at the time, there were dozens of the creatures prowling about outside of the cabin, and Beck would later claim that the men had fired wildly out into the night in all directions and even up through the roof in a panicked, desperate attempt to drive the menacing creatures off. According to him the fight lasted all night as they cowered in their cabin shooting at the monstrous hairy intruders that were assaulting them from out in the night, which they called “Mountain Devils,” and it was not until the coming of morning that they were finally able to escape, leaving their cabin, equipment, and potentially very valuable claim behind. As soon as the story was out, the area came to be widely known as Ape Canyon, and Natives of the area suggested that the men had come across a tribe of 7 to 8 foot-tall hairy wild men with supernatural powers, who they called the Seeahtik. According to these tribal sources, members of this lost tribe were typically shy and hardly ever seen, but would exact great vengeance on anyone who killed one of their own. Not only is this one of the earliest reports of Bigfoot violence, but it is the report that really got people interested in the phenomenon of massive hairy ape-men in North America, and the report really got people’s imaginations going at the time. The story of the Ape Canyon Bigfoot attack has become a major part of Bigfoot lore ever since, but as dramatic and exciting as it is there are some inconsistencies to be found in later reports and retellings. For instance, in the original report of the attack it was stated that the creature that had been shot off the cliff had been killed the day before the attack, yet Beck would in later years insist that it had been killed the morning after the attack. The size of the footprints they had found also went up from an already impressive 14 inches all the way up to a staggering 19 inches in length, and Beck would claim that the original creature that had been shot at had been hit in the head three times by Smith, yet had been totally unfazed. The attack itself later also underwent an evolution from a brief shoot-out to a prolonged all night siege and attack, with the creatures trying to smash their way it and even reaching in through holes in the walls to try and grab the terrified men within. CONTINUE READING: mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/01/bizarre-and-frightening-accounts-of-bigfoot-attacks/
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Jan 25, 2018 16:16:54 GMT -6
Post by paulette on Jan 25, 2018 16:16:54 GMT -6
Story possibly changed when the shooter realized he did not have the admiration he expected - as the shooter. After the "attack on the cabin" he would have had a reason to shoot it. Sad story.
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Jan 25, 2018 18:41:14 GMT -6
Post by jojustjo on Jan 25, 2018 18:41:14 GMT -6
He wears a diaper?
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Jan 25, 2018 20:23:17 GMT -6
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Post by skywalker on Jan 25, 2018 20:23:17 GMT -6
That looks kinda like swampy.
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Post by auntym on Jan 25, 2018 21:14:52 GMT -6
ufocommunity.net/big-foot-story-port-chathams-alaska/ A Bigfoot Story – Port Chathams, AlaskaPosted on January 25, 2018 by Sarah Greenwell / ufocommunity.net/author/sarah-greenwell/1990 – Alaska“In 1990, while I was working as a paramedic in Anchorage, we got called out on an alarm for a man having a heart attack at the state jail in Eagle River. He was a native man in his 70’s and after I got him stabilized with IV’s, O2 and cardiac drugs, my partner and I began to transport him to the Native Hospital in Anchorage. In route to the hospital, I had time to talk to this gentleman who was a Aleut from the native village of Port Graham, a remote village on the lower end of Cook Inlet. Well, as usual with me, the topic eventually drifted to hunting and fishing and I casually mentioned to him that I and two other hunting buddies where once weathered in at the upper lagoon of Dogfish Bay, only a few miles from his home in Port Graham. The lagoon was about as beautiful and wild a place as I ever seen in my 35 years in Alaska. Well, when I said that I had spent some time in Dog Fish, this old man sat up on the gurney and grabbed me by the front of my shirt. He got right up to my face and said,. “Did it bother you?” Well, with that question the hair just stood up on the back of my head. I said “Yes!” “Did you see it?” was his next question. I said “No. ..Did you see it?” He said “No!…but my brother seen it! It chased him!” This old Aleut and I were talking about the same thing but we never used the word Bigfoot or legend or anything like that. But we both knew what we were talking about. You see, in Aug. of 1973, three of us were bowhunting for goats and blackies in what was then the remote wilderness of lower Cook Inlet, when a storm forced us to take shelter in Dogfish Bay Lagoon. We beached our skiff and let the tide run her dry. After a dinner of broiled salmon we turned in to our tent. Back in those days, the best tent I had was a dark green canvas job with a center pole and no windows or floor. We left the fire burning and cleaned the pots and pans so as not to attract bears during the night and turned in. The sky was clear but the wind was howling through the old growth timber that lined the shore. Sometime around 2 AM, my friend Dennis woke me up by squeezing my leg. I could dimly see his face in the tent. His finger was across his lips. I listened. Then I heard it. A step. A man was quietly walking outside or our tent, taking very deliberate steps. Not a bear! Scenes from the movie Deliverance flashed through my mind. We woke Joe, the third member of our party with the same leg grab and finger to the lips. The walking, or rather sneaking continued until it half circled our tent and then all was quiet, except for the wind. We had our bows and the ’06 leaning against a tree outside of the tent so somehow we talked Joe into belly crawling out the tent to get the rifle. We were scared s—less, I tell you. The next day and night the storm continued to blow. We saw several black bears on the salmon stream at the head of the lagoon during the evening hunt but had no chance for a shot. We didn’t talk about what had happened last night. Too embarrassed I guess, to be scared by a black bear that sounded like a man. We got back to camp early, built a big fire, sat around it, and ate dinner until around midnight. In August, there is still some light in the sky until about 10 or 11. I recall that we all were embarrassed about being afraid about the coming night. We had a flashlight and the rifle in the tent between us, locked and loaded. I finally dosed off but woke right up when Dennis squeezed my leg. The illuminated hands of my watch showed it was 2:30. Joe was already sitting up and had the rifle in hand. I heard the first step, not more than about 10 feet from the back of the tent. Slowly. Then another and another. What ever this was, it sounded like it was walking on two feet. It made the same semi-circle around the tent. When we finally got enough courage to crawled out of the tent and turn the flashlight on, we saw nothing. No tracks, nothing. The third night we decided if it bothered us again, we would come out of the tent shooting. We were actually scared. It never came back the third night and the following day we had a break in the weather and got the heck out of there. Never told anybody about the experience for several years until about 1979 when I happened to be reading an old Alaska Sportsman Magazine published in 1935. In the Letters to the Editor, a woman wrote that she recently found a letter written by some distant relative of hers who was a schoolteacher at the cannery in Portlock Bay, a rugged fjord adjacent to Dog Fish Bay. The year was 1905. She quoted from the letter. It said that the cannery employed a small group of Aleuts from a small village in Portlock Bay during salmon season. Their camp was about a mile from the cannery buildings. One day all the Aleuts moved out of the village and paddled their bidarkas back to Port Graham. The letter said that the Aleuts claimed that a “hairy man” was “bothering” and frightening them to the point where they had to leave. I have since done some research into the subject and found written histories of natives from Seldovia to Port Graham being frightened and “bothered” by something. They even have a native name for it. It doesn’t translate into English very well. These accounts mostly take place during the first half of the 1900’s and are native related. But not all I talked to one white guy who in 1968 got the bejebbers scared out of him while coming down an alder choked gully while on a goat hunt in Portlock, AK. Most of these accounts precede the Bigfoot hype that began to appear in the 60’s and 70’s in the Northwest. Well anyway, that’s my story… and I’m sticking to it! — Ed” Source: www.alaskaadventurejournal.com/bigfoot.htmufocommunity.net/big-foot-story-port-chathams-alaska/
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Jan 26, 2018 11:52:39 GMT -6
Post by jojustjo on Jan 26, 2018 11:52:39 GMT -6
I've heard of cigar store indians but never a cigar store big foot LOL....love it. He needs some overalls...a floppy hat and a fishing pole.
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Jan 26, 2018 23:36:28 GMT -6
Post by paulette on Jan 26, 2018 23:36:28 GMT -6
First human response - shoot at it. No wonder they don't let themselves be seen.
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Jan 27, 2018 6:22:09 GMT -6
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Post by skywalker on Jan 27, 2018 6:22:09 GMT -6
I've heard other stories of people shooting bigfeets back in the 1800s. I believe Teddy Roosevelt told one. He didn't say that he was the shooter but it was a story he related in one of his journals. I think that big feet probably learned a long time ago to avoid humans like the plague.
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Post by swamprat on Jan 27, 2018 9:51:32 GMT -6
That looks kinda like swampy.
Shhh! Don't talk about my brother!
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Post by jojustjo on Jan 27, 2018 11:36:26 GMT -6
Look Ma...I shots myself a barrrr....
Son...that was cousin Wilber...
yep no wonder they run.
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Post by paulette on Jan 29, 2018 18:12:59 GMT -6
I went to John B (bigfoot investigator) memorial service on Saturday. The church was packed. The young minister admitted that he had not had much contact with him but he certainly had done his homework. He made reference to the yearning that we all have for that which is glimpsed but not reached. He quoted Corinthians! People spoke passionately of John's passion. There was a bigfoot cast in the reception area (and his books and such).
I was impressed. I was also impressed that after 56 years I still remembered the three hymnns chosen and the Apostle's Creed. They were definitely implanted in my brain. It was a loving send off. I kinda wished a bigfoot or someone in a bigfoot costume had showed up and quietly sat in the back.
Two days later I was going to watch Indians and Aliens on the Aboriginal Channel - and they featured Sunoquah - the Coastal Salish female version of Susquatch. They filmed in Alert Bay, across the strait from us and interviewed a young man. They view these sightings and sounds and such spiritually. They said that when St. Michael's (a terrible residential school that was torn down in the 90's) finally closed that Sunoquah came and gathered up any lost spirits still there and took them home. What a lovely concept. We now know that there were unmarked graves behind all the schools - no one kept records of deaths and the parents may or may not have gotten an acceptable explanation. They may never have come and stood over the remains of their child. Or took it away. So Sunoquah took them home to the forest. In pictures she is shown as having a basket that she scoops children into. I always thought this was a hostile act (eating them maybe). But now I think; no. An act of closure.
Anyway. John would have loved the show. I loved that I was watching it so soon after his service. Synchronicity of the Universe...
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Post by jojustjo on Jan 30, 2018 14:42:49 GMT -6
In some fashion....everything is connected
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Jan 31, 2018 22:01:11 GMT -6
Post by paulette on Jan 31, 2018 22:01:11 GMT -6
A Post script to my post about John's memorial service. We had parked by a natural foods store, across the street from the church. A man with a plastic bag that probably held cans and bottles asked if there was a soup kitchen at the church. (They do run one, not sure if its everyday. They serve lunch and people take away extras for friends or for later.) Anyway it was 3:30. Maybe he was new and hadn't gotten the details right. He looked at all the people milling out of the church and said, "There's no soup or anything?" He didn't ask for money. I said, well there was a memorial there. There's probably a lot of little sandwiches and sweet stuff. I'm sure John wouldn't mind you having a plate of food. So he ambled over and I thought later - hope John didn't mind, but that was as close to a susquatch as I could find!
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Feb 8, 2018 17:13:32 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Feb 8, 2018 17:13:32 GMT -6
www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2018/02/mama-bigfoot-to-rescue.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PhantomsAndMonstersAPersonalJourney+%28Phantoms+and+Monsters%29 Thursday, February 08, 2018 Mama Bigfoot to the Rescue Northern Wisconsin - 1964 - Bob in Ohio called to tell of his Bigfoot encounter: “I never told this story to anyone but my family and maybe three other people. I'm a retired... I worked in science and I'm a skeptic of most of the things I hear about. This happened to me in 1964. My wife and I went out in the northern woods of Wisconsin, looking for a place to go camping. We weren't going camping, we were just looking. I was going through some really tall, wide grass and I saw a place up in front of me that looked like it was padded down, so I was very leery. So I went up there and peeked, and there's a bear in there. I told my wife to run and get my gun. She ran to the car. I ran over and swung up into a tree. And the bear was only maybe a first or second year bear. I didn't see the mother around or anything. I was so scared, I couldn't figure out what to do. So I'm standing there, looking at this bear and I know bears climb trees but this one wasn't trying to climb it. It looked like he was playing with me. And all of a sudden a tree, a small tree, maybe eight foot long, with dirt on one end, come flying out of the bushes and hit this bear in the rump and, boy, he took off. He ran under where I was in the tree. And I turned around and watched him disappear through the grass. I was ready to get down out of the tree and I turned around and there was this thing standing there. Up until this time, I'd never heard of a Bigfoot or anything like that. I grew up in the city in Ohio, so I'd never heard of such a thing. The first thing I really noticed was it had four arms. It had two arms that were long and it had two little arms that looked like it came out the back of its neck. And I think I froze. I don't know but I looked this creature in the eye. It had dark eyes and its face and eyes were one of the most peaceful things I ever seen. And I just stood there on this limb, looking at it ten feet away from me. The first thing that popped into my head was, it's an alien that had come from somewhere off this world. I don't know how long I stared at it but all my fear left me and I was just calm, standing there looking at this creature. And my wife come running back from the car. I had told her to get my pistol out of the car but it was the wrong car. It was in my other car. I wasn't gonna shoot it. I was gonna shoot at the bear and make noise and run it away. But anyway when I looked over at my wife and I thought, Oh my goodness, I'm not dreaming. And I looked back and I see it turn and walk about another ten feet away from me and go back into these bushes. Well, there was small trees and then in back of that there was a forest. Big trees. Anyway, hanging on the back, what I thought was two extra arms, was a baby hanging in the back of it and it had a hold of the hair on the chest. It didn't look like anything from the ape family. I gotta tell you, I have a very good memory and I took a picture, more or less, unconsciously, of its face. I looked on the feet of the baby and they were flat. It had toes like people toes. It disappeared into the woods. And I'm just standing there. I'm just stunned still. My wife comes over and says, 'Where's the bear?' I said. 'It ran off.' She said, 'Why?' I said, 'That tree... that tree came flying out of the bushes and hit him in the rear end and he ran away.'” Source: Ground Zero Radio with Clyde Lewis – August 30, 2016 www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2018/02/mama-bigfoot-to-rescue.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PhantomsAndMonstersAPersonalJourney+%28Phantoms+and+Monsters%29
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Post by jojustjo on Feb 12, 2018 19:00:00 GMT -6
I think some of us haven't learned to see with the right eyes or hear with the right ears...we know there's a world out there we're not aware of..or in tune with. We get hints ...we see shadows..hear knocking...visit creepy little gits in space ships...but we don't understand it. Maybe mentally we fight it. Why monks can do things we sure can't..levitate..etc. They meditate...they listen they become in tune...I think sometimes we actually push it away...instinctively fear it. Just my thoughts on it...or what I observe might be in me.
Haven't seen big feet until you've seen my son's feet.
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Feb 19, 2018 10:01:27 GMT -6
Post by swamprat on Feb 19, 2018 10:01:27 GMT -6
Woman suing state over alleged bigfoot encounterBy: Jesus Reyes
Posted: Feb 17, 2018
A woman who says she spotted a sasquatch in the San Bernardino mountains has filed a lawsuit to prove it.
As our sister station KABC reported, Crestline resident Claudia Ackley was hiking with her two daughters along a trail near Lake Arrowhead between 6:30 pm and 7:00 pm on March 17, 2017. During the hike, Ackley's daughters noticed something strange.
"They're standing right there frozen looking at something," Ackley said. She believes her daughters were looking at Bigfoot.
"He looked like a Neanderthal man with a lot of hair," Ackley told KABC's Rob McMillan. "About 800 pounds. I was trying to tell it to please not hurt us, and that's when he just stared at me."
Ackley described the creature as a "Neanderthal man with a lot of hair." After her encounter, Ackley called 911, but the authorities didn't believe her. Some have suggested she may have seen a bear.
"...this was no bear. I know what I saw," Ackley said.
Ackley has filed a lawsuit against the state of California, as well as the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, for refusing to acknowledge the existence of the species of Bigfoot. The spokesperson for the CDFW would not comment because of the pending lawsuit.
Ackley will have her day in court on March 19.
www.kesq.com/news/woman-suing-state-over-alleged-big-foot-encounter/703083588
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Feb 28, 2018 19:28:30 GMT -6
Post by jojustjo on Feb 28, 2018 19:28:30 GMT -6
How do you prove something without proof? Isn't that like the whole 'aliens are here' thing?
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Feb 28, 2018 21:09:56 GMT -6
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Post by skywalker on Feb 28, 2018 21:09:56 GMT -6
We should sue the guvment for allowing the aliens to terrorize us.
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Mar 1, 2018 10:23:01 GMT -6
Post by jojustjo on Mar 1, 2018 10:23:01 GMT -6
Absolutely.
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Mar 1, 2018 15:08:57 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Mar 1, 2018 15:08:57 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/you-have-hurt-my-friend-this-early-american-sasquatch-story-is-one-of-the-eeriest/ “You Have Hurt My Friend.” This Early American Sasquatch Story is One of the Eeriestby Micah Hanks / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/mhanks/ March 1, 2018 It is arguably one of the most unusual stories in the already strange mythos surrounding the North American Sasquatch. The account, given in 1929 by a man named Charley Victor, is also one of the few to suggest that the “creatures” spoke a language… and one shared by humans. Victor was a member of the Skwah Reserve in the 1920s. According to the British Columbia Assembly of First Nations, The Skwah First Nation (sometimes also called the Skwah Band) is a band government of the Stó:lõ or “Staulo” people, and part of the Chillukweyuk Tribe, near the eponymously named City of Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada. “Indians have always known that wild men lived in the distant mountains,” Victor was quoted saying in MacLean’s Magazine in 1929, “within sixty and one hundred miles east of Vancouver, and of course they may live in other places throughout the province, but I have never heard of it.” Victor’s recollections were among many that were shared with J.W. Burns, a teacher at the Chehalis Indian Reserve in Vancouver, British Columbia. Burns wrote several articles on the subject, and is credited today with coining the word “Sasquatch,” a likely mispronunciation of an earlier Native American name for the creatures. Charley, according to the story he gave to Mr. Burns, had been “one of the best hunters in the province and had many thrilling adventures in his time.” When approached by Burns on the subject, Victor told the educator that he knew many stories about the “strange people,” as he called them; a group of hairy mountain people “of whom there are but few now.” Victor’s earliest encounter involved an occasion where he and three friends were traversing a mountain slope in the region within six miles of Yale, British Columbia, picking a raspberry-like fruit known in the region as “salmonberries” for their pink color. Victor and his friends came upon the entrance to a cave, which surprised the group of men because they hadn’t previously known of any caves in the area. Their curiosity piqued by what they had seen, Charley and his friends collected some branches of resinous pine, which they lit to illuminate the cave. According to Victor: “Outside the mouth of the cave there was an enormous boulder. We peered into the cavity but couldn’t see anything. We gathered some pitchwood, lighted it and began to explore. But before we got very far from the entrance of the cave, we came upon a sort of stone house or enclosure: it was a crude affair.” Victor’s story is interesting for a number of reasons, namely due to the crude structure he and his friends claimed to have found within the cave. Actual compositional structures used for shelter are fairly unique among Sasquatch stories, and in this instance, it suggests a crude form of stonework used by whoever inhabited the cave at the time of its discovery. Returning home and telling of their discovery, Victor and his friends were warned by their elders to avoid the location at all costs, because of the strange people that likely lived there. Against their better judgment, the group returned again many days later, this time to find that the large stone outside the cave entrance had been tightly rolled into the opening, rendering any further snooping impossible. This experience, Victor said, is what led to his discovery of the belief among his elders that Sasquatches existed. However, as it turns out, this was not his last encounter with the “strange people” of the mountains. Victor told Burns of another occasion where, many years later, he was hunting in the mountains near the community of Hatzic, along the Fraser Valley region of the lower mainland of British Columbia. Victor, accompanied by his dog, had climbed to an area where a plateau unfolded, lined with large cedar trees. As they made their way along this raised area, Victor’s dog took off in the direction of one of the trees, pawing and leaping at an area where, approximately seven feet above the ground, there existed a large hole in the trunk. “The dog pawed and leaped upon the trunk,” Victor remembered, “and looked at me to raise him up, which I did, and he went into the hole.” Within moments, Victor said a muffled cry came from within the hole. Thinking his dog had been lifted into the home of—and thus, a fight with—a bear, he called to the animal, trying to get it to drive whatever was in the hole out into the open. Victor recalled the next few frightening moments thusly: “[O]ut came something I took for a bear. I shoot and it fell with a thud to the ground.
‘Murder! Oh my!’ I spoke to myself in surprise and alarm, for the thing I had shot looked to me like a white boy. He was nude. He was about twelve or fourteen years of age.” The appearance of what Victor describes here as a teenage caucasian boy, sans clothing, falling out of the side of the tree is of interest, especially in light of numerous traditions among First Nations people and other cultural groups in nearby regions pertaining to Sasquatches being “men stealers.” This particular phraseology is borrowed from the missionary Elkanah Walker, who wrote in April 1840 of a giant “nocturnal class” of people who lived on a mountaintop in Northern Washington, according to traditional beliefs among the Spokane Indians. These “giants,” it was said, were apt to carry away people from their camps and homes at night, a theme which is even implied today in certain literature pertaining to unsolved disappearances in National Parks. Victor’s narrative becomes increasingly strange henceforth. The Caucasian boy (who Victor described as having black, “woolly hair,” though it is unclear whether this was in a hirsute manner, or merely upon the boy’s head) begins to “let out a wild yell, or rather a call as if he were appealing for help.” An answer came echoing from some distance away, which Victor could hear moving steadily toward them. For whatever reason, Victor recounts having remained at the scene for “less than a half-hour,” when out of the forest below them came “the strangest and wildest creature one could possibly see.” Victor recounted the creature’s appearance to Burns as follows: “I raised my rifle, not to shoot, but in case I would have to defend myself. The hairy creature, for that was what it was, walked toward me without the slightest fear. The wild person was a woman. Her face was almost negro black and her long straight hair fell to her waist. In height she would be about six feet, but her chest and shoulders were well above the average in breadth.’ Victor said the raw strength of the woman before him was evident with her movements, and he was certain she could easily have killed him with her bare hands. “She cast a hasty glance at the boy,” Victor said. “Her face took on a demoniacal expression when she saw he was bleeding. She turned upon me savagely, and in the Douglas tongue said: ‘You have shot my friend.’ ” It was brought to my attention by researcher Ken Kristian a number of years ago that this “Douglas tongue” Victor referenced in his narrative refers to a dialect among some of the Salish Indian groups around Port Douglas, near the northern end of Harrison Lake, British Columbia. “It is my own opinion since I met that wild woman fifteen years ago that because she spoke the Douglas tongue these creatures must be related to the Indian,” Victor recounted of his odd experience, which concluded with the large, presumably Sasquatch woman carrying the injured child off into the forest. However, before departing his company, the woman had apparently said more to him in this Douglas tongue: she promised him that he would “never kill another bear,” presumably evoking what Victor took to be a sort of curse. Whether or not this was pure superstition, it apparently worked, at least according to Victor, who said he was never successful as a hunter in years that followed his unsettling encounter. Writing about this, and other similar stories involving traditional beliefs associated with language among Sasquatch creatures a number of years ago, the late researcher Bobbie Short offered a brief collection of anecdotes pertaining to this subject, which I will share below. The first relates to traditions among Navaho sheepherders who talked of a creature, the Ye’iitsoh, which “speak the language of the northern tribes”: There is the report from Navajo sheepherders of old in the four corners district (where Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico come together) who believe to this day that the Ye’iitsoh speak the language of the northern tribes, “a tongue that we do not understand here in the southwest. They come here in the season of the long shadows to winter in our warmer climate and exchange sheep and goats for the fish they bring from the north — fish that is not known to this area, making talk with us in a language that is not ours, but of the tribes who live in the north. They are of great size and have a body covered in long hair; they are the giant people from the mountains and traveling here is a great distance.”Short also shared at her website Bigfoot Encounters, an account from the late Gloria and John Millard who recounted observing a male sasquatch who “spoke stern words to its youngster while it was behaving badly.” Also, a newspaper item from Wrangell, Arkansas in 1918 told of a gold miner who had been cat-napping in a field where berries of some variety grew when he was awakened by the sound of “people talking.” When he began to look for the source of the chatter, he claimed to see a “mother-bushwoman feeding berries to a little one and talking to it in the manner of the Tlingit language,” referencing an indigenous group prevalent along the Pacific Northwestern coast. It is hard to know what to make stories the likes of Charley Victor’s unusual tale about a Sasquatch who spoke to him. While some have pointed out that speech among animals is a common belief in the context of American Indian legends, such dialogue is far less often likened to specific dialects shared among various Native groups. Taking the stories of Sasquatch language for what they are, they present a peculiar footnote in the broader narrative of large, monstrous humanoids said to inhabit America’s most remote regions. mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/you-have-hurt-my-friend-this-early-american-sasquatch-story-is-one-of-the-eeriest/
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Bigfoot
Mar 8, 2018 15:28:47 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Mar 8, 2018 15:28:47 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/the-strange-phenomenon-of-the-whistling-sasquatch/ The Strange Phenomenon of the Whistling Sasquatchby Nick Redfern / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/nredfern/ March 9, 2018 Over the years, I have interviewed a number of people (and/or their relatives) who have seen Bigfoot creatures doing something that, to many, might seem very strange. And what might it be that is so strange? Whistling, that’s what. On this particular issue, Bigfoot researcher Cliff Barackman notes that: “Most bigfooters have heard of Dsonoqua, the Wild Woman of the Woods, frequently depicted on totem poles throughout the Northwest. She is most often shown with her lips pursed, as if whistling…” Moving on to the Bigfoot Evidence blog, there is this thought-provoking statement: “Some believe one of the ways sasquatch communicate is through whistling.” I have a handful of such cases in my own records. One such case, and certainly from my perspective the most interesting one, came from the family of a woman named Mabel Adams. She died many years ago, but claimed an encounter at Caddo Lake, Texas; a body of water I know well. So the story went, Mabel and two of her friends were playing at Caddo Lake one morning in the 1930s when they were stopped in their tracks by “a terrific whistle,” as her granddaughter described it to me. It was further described as very much like the kind of “hoot” sound associated with an owl, but which, unlike an owl, went on interrupted for about twenty seconds or so. The girls looked at each other, puzzled, and a bit scared, but that seemed to be the end of it. Except, it wasn’t. A few minutes later the same whistling was repeated. This time, though, it seemed much louder. There was a reason for this: out of the trees came a tall creature, covered in black hair, and that resembled a gorilla. Most frightening was the strange grin that the creature had on its face. The friends fled the area – which is hardly a surprise! They did not see the beast again. It’s worth noting that such cases are nothing new. Reports of the whistling Bigfoot date way back to the 1800s. One of the most compelling, early encounters with a whistling Bigfoot occurred in February 1876, a few miles east of Warner’s Ranch, California, which is located near San Diego County and that was, and still is, home to the Cupeño-American tribe. The press was told by one of the two witnesses: “About ten days ago Mr. Turner Helm and myself were in the mountains about ten miles east of Warner’s Ranch, on a prospecting tour, looking for the extension of a quartz lode which had been found by some parties sometime before. When we were separated, about half a mile apart — the wind blowing very hard at the time — Mr. Helm, who was walking along looking down at the ground, suddenly heard someone whistle [italics mine]. “Looking up he saw ‘something’ sitting on a large boulder, about fifteen or twenty paces from him. He supposed it to be some kind of an animal, and immediately came down on it with his needle gun. The object instantly rose to its feet and proved to be a man. This man appeared to be covered all over with coarse black hair, seemingly two or three inches long, like the hair of a bear; his beard and the hair of his head were long and thick; he was a man of about medium size, and rather fine features — not at all like those of an Indian, but more like an American or Spaniard. “They stood gazing at each other for a few moments, when Mr. Helm spoke to the singular creature, first in English and then Spanish and then Indian, but the man remained silent. He then advanced towards Mr. Helm, who not knowing what his intentions might be, again came down on him with the gun to keep him at a distance. The man at once stopped, as though he knew there was danger. Mr. Helm called to me, but the wind was blowing so hard that I did not hear him. “The wild man then turned and went over the hill and was soon out of sight; before Mr. Helm could come to me he had made good his escape. We had frequently before seen this man’s tracks in that part of the mountains, but had supposed them to be the tracks of an Indian. I did not see this strange inhabitant of the mountains myself; but Mr. Helm is known to be a man of unquestioned veracity, and I have no doubt of the entire truth of his statement.” mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/the-strange-phenomenon-of-the-whistling-sasquatch/
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Bigfoot
Mar 20, 2018 11:28:21 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Mar 20, 2018 11:28:21 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/sasquatch-dogs-not-best-buds/ Sasquatch & Dogs: Not Best Budsby Nick Redfern / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/nredfern/March 21, 2018 “Sasquatches are also known to kill dogs that chase or threaten them. Dogs often flee or cower in their presence, but some dogs are more aggressive and sometimes receive very brutal treatment as a result. Aggressive dogs have been found torn apart, with Sasquatch tracks around the remains.” Those are the undeniably accurate words of the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization, the BFRO. For reasons that elude us, Bigfoot has no time for dogs. Unless, it’s to hurt or kill them. Maybe eat them too. As someone who loves dogs (and who feeds a couple of cats every day – they live in an old storm-drain near to where I live), I can’t say I’m impressed. Not at all. The fact is, though, that such cases abound. It’s time to take a trip back to the summer of 1973 and to southern Illinois’ Big Muddy River. A large Bigfoot was roaming around. In this case, though, the Bigfoot had white hair. Such cases are undeniably rare, but they do exist. Much of the action went down at the town of Murphysboro. And it was all chronicled by the local police. Cryptozoologist Loren Coleman was fortunate enough to get a copy of the official police report (of X-Files proportions and nature, we just might say): “Officers inspected the area where the creature was seen and found weeds broken down and somewhat of a path where something had walked through. Jerry Nellis was notified to bring his dog to the area to see if the dog would track the creature. Upon arrival of Nellis and dog the dog was led to the area where the creature was last seen. The dog began tracking down the hill where the creature was reported to have gone. As the dog started down the hill, it kept stopping and sniffing at a slime substance on the weeds; the slime appeared periodically as the dog tracked the creature. Nellis put some of the slime between his fingers rubbed it and left a black coloring on his fingers. Each time the dog found amounts of it, the dog would hesitate.” The report also reveals: “The creature was tracked down the hill to a pond, around the pond to a wooded area south of the pond where the dog attempted to pull Nellis down a steep embankment. The area where the dog tracked the creature was too thick and bushy to walk through, so the dog was pulled off the trail and returned to the car. Officers then searched the area with flashlights. Officer Nash, Nellis, and the dog then proceeded to the area directly south of where the dog was pulled off the tracks. The area was at the end of the first road to the west past Westwood Hills turnoff. The area is approximately one-half mile south of the area of the pond behind 37 Westwood Lane.” And there is this, too from the local police: “Nellis and the dog again began to search the area to see if the dog could again pick up the scent. Nellis and the dog approached the abandoned barn and Nellis called to Officer Nash to come to the area as the dog would not enter the barn. Nellis pushed the dog inside and the dog immediately ran out. Nash and Nellis searched the barn and found nothing inside. Nellis stated that the dog was trained to search buildings and had never backed down from anything. Nellis could find no explanation as to why the dog became scared and would not go inside the barn. Officers continued to search the area and were unable to locate the creature.” For more information on this case, check out Loren’s 2003 book, Bigfoot! The True Story of Apes in America. In July 2012, NewsOk published an article that told of the then-forty year old events that occurred in the summer of 1972 in Louisiana, MO. It stated: “The Momo saga began on July 11, 1972. The Harrison family lived in a house along what was then known as Marzolf Hill. On a hot summer day, 8-year-old Terry Harrison and his 5-year-old brother, Wally, were chasing their dog through the woods. Suddenly, 15-year-old Doris Harrison, who was inside, heard her brothers screaming, ran to the window and saw a creature she described as perhaps 7 feet tall with dark hair covering its face. It held a dead dog under its arm and blood – apparently from the dog – flecked the dark hair of the beast. And, ooh, that smell!” A word or several to Bigfoot researchers: when you go looking for the big, hairy giant, leave the dog at home! mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/sasquatch-dogs-not-best-buds/
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Bigfoot
Mar 24, 2018 11:09:48 GMT -6
Post by auntym on Mar 24, 2018 11:09:48 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/the-mysterious-mexican-bigfoot/ The Mysterious Mexican Bigfootby Brent Swancer / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/brentswancer/March 24, 2018 A phenomenon that has been reported from throughout the world is that of massive, hairy wild men living in the remote wilderness, with perhaps the most widely known being the Bigfoot or Sasquatch of North America. However, a type of hairy hominid that is lesser known and more rarely reported on is Bigfoot’s cousin south of the border. Here we will take a look at Mexico’s own version of the Sasquatch, and it is every bit as strange as its northern neighbors. Such creatures in Mexico are by no means a new phenomenon, and have been reported for centuries in one form or another. The early chronicler of Mexican history Fernando Alva Ixtlilxochitl, made mention in his book Obras Históricas”of a race of hairy giants that had lived in the region of what would become Mexico since long before the first human settlers arrived. These monstrous beasts were called the Quinametzin, and according to early settler accounts they were a fearsome and violent, warlike tribe. Indeed, it is said that these creatures frequently engaged in battle with normal humans, and that they were eventually defeated to either go extinct or into exile in the wilderness. These Quinametzin are perhaps the oldest account of large bipedal hairy humanoids in Mexico, but similar legends were often spoken of among the various native tribes of the land. The area of the Mexican states of Campeche, Chiapas and Quintana Roo of southern Mexico have had stories of hairy wildmen going back thousands of years, which are called the Sisimite and have been found depicted in figurines dating back to 2,000 years ago. Also sometimes referred to as the Olmec Ape, the Sisimite was well known by the ancient Mayan and Aztec people, who believed it to be a spiritual creature, and indeed the name Sisimite is thought to come from the Aztec word tzitzimitl, which roughly translates to “supernatural creature” or “demon.” Whatever it is, the Sisimite has long been reportedly spotted roaming the jungles of the region stretching all the way down into Central America, and is typically described as a hulking bipedal ape-like brute covered in hair and with a human-like face, flat nose, a lack of discernible ears, and only four fingers, with no thumb. Oddly, some traditions claim that the creatures have feet that face backwards, making them harder to track. In the 18th century, Spanish explorers searching for gold in the region began to report of seeing these strange creatures as well, which were often described as quite aggressive, and one expedition was even claimed to have shot and killed one of the beasts after it attacked them. In the 19th century another one of the Sisimite was reportedly shot and killed in 1868 by a Canadian gold prospector named Edward Jonathan Hoyt after he awoke to find it looming over his bunk. Other areas where the creatures have been reported are Belize, Honduras, and Guatemala, and cryptozoologist Ivan Sanderson wrote much of them in his 1961 opus Abominable Snowmen: Legend Come to Life. Possibly related to the more southern dwelling Sisimite is a similar ape-like creature long said to roam the arid desert and mountain badlands of the northern Mexican state of Soanna. One of the first mentions of this creature by outsiders was made by a German Jesuit missionary named Father Ignaz Pfefferkorn, who was in the region working with the Pima Indians from 1756 to 1767. During his time there, Pfefferkorn made meticulous notes of his observations of the Native people and the flora and fauna of the region, which would later be published in 1795 as Descripción de la Provincia de Soanna. Among the many descriptions of wildlife to be found are numerous references to what the Natives called “wood apes,” as well as descriptions of what ostensibly seem to be bears, but which suggest something more was going on. In one passage he describes the following: Bears are a special menace to stock raising, for they eat many a calf, and, if no smaller prey falls into their clutches, they will attack even horses, cows, and oxen. They delight especially in eating maize as long as it is still tender and soft. Woe to the field if a hungry bear breaks into it at night. He eats as much as he can and makes off with as much as he can grasp and carry in his mighty arms. In so doing he ruins even more of the field by breaking it down and treading upon it. The inhabitants of the country assert that a bear defends himself by throwing stones when one attempts to chase him away and that a stone hurled from his paws comes with much greater force than one thrown from the hand of the strongest man. This seems the more remarkable because the bear is supposed to throw the stones backwards. It is certainly an odd description for a bear, especially coming from a respected naturalist who was well-acquainted with the wildlife of the area. Since this description was taken from testimony by the natives, this has caused some speculation that he was inadvertently not talking about a bear at all, but rather the much different ape-like “wood ape” the Natives often spoke of, and that when relating the stories told to him he simply chose to label the animal as a bear since that was what he may have assumed they were talking about. Cryptozoologist Alton Higgins has said of his observations of this passage and its description: Such comments may seem incongruous for a highly educated man who traveled widely and lived for years in bear country. Pfefferkorn had earlier described seeing a grizzly bear while he was on a journey. His Indian guide attempted to kill it, but the bear, wounded by his pursuer, killed the man instead. With this kind of personal experience, it seems odd that Pfefferkorn would think (or insinuate) the same species was capable of walking bipedally so as to carry off large quantities of corn “in his mighty arms” and to be able to throw rocks more forcefully than “the hand of the strongest man.” Is it possible that Pfefferkorn, while confident in the inherent truthfulness of his Indian collaborators, secretly harbored doubts that the Indians had accurately identified the nocturnal rock throwing visitors to their cornfields? While the supporting evidence is, admittedly, extremely limited, and the proposition speculative, I propose the possibility that Father Pfefferkorn heard some descriptions of wood ape observations and activity that have been credited for centuries to the grizzly bear. More modern sightings have come in from Mexico from time to time as well, although they are rarer than those of the Bigfoot north of the border. An eyewitness only known as Lily claims that in 1985 she was camping in Mexico with her family when a pair of large creatures began circling their campsite in a menacing manner. The witness related the tale on an episode of the Sasquatch Chronicles podcast to host William Jevning, and said of the initial encounter: We ended up going camping and we got there late, close to sunset, and when my parents were setting up camp they started hearing monkeys, my father said he could see the trees moving. My father thought it was ‘something with weight’, they sounded like monkeys. When it got darker, they started seeing huge shapes moving around the camp, and they started throwing things at us, so they put us in the back of the truck and took off. Unfortunately for them, this was not the end of the terrifying ordeal, as one of the creatures then allegedly gave chase, ambling along at high speeds in a sort of knuckle walking gait. She says that she first took the shadowy form to be a bear, but soon began to have her doubts, which were soon justified. Just as the truck seemed to be pulling away from the pursuing beast, Lily claims that it leapt right into the back of the vehicle. She said of what happened next thus: I looked again and I didn’t see it anymore, so I thought ‘oh, we must have lost it’. But then all of a sudden landed on the back of the truck, you know, grabbing on to the tailgate with its left hand, it was like on the back fender, and the weight of it made the truck move real bad. I didn’t get the impression that it wanted to grab me, I got the impression that it wanted me to take its hands. It looked at me like…the eyes were really big and brown, but I got the impression that it was really curious, that’s the impression I got. I wasn’t afraid of it like I should have been… I was just thinking ‘what am I looking at?’ She says that at this point she got a good look at the thing’s hands, which she described as looking very human-like, only covered in leathery black skin and with glossy nails and thick black hair on the backs, and she likened them to the hands of a gorilla. After a few moments, her father purportedly poked his rifle through the rear window of the cab and fired at it to send it sprawling to the ground and out of sight. She said she then noticed another one of the creatures running off the road alongside the truck, and that this one was noticeably skinnier and with reddish brown fur. It apparently noticed that its companion had fallen off of the truck and gave up chase as the family sped off to safety. Even more recent still is a report from the very active Popocatepetl volcano of central Mexico, which stands at 17,802 feet high and is the second highest peak in the country. The volcano already has plenty of weirdness surrounding it, as UFOs have long been sighted here, sometimes even entering or leaving the volcano’s mouth, and now the area can add sightings of Bigfoot, or at least something very similar. In 2015 a mountain climber named Guillermo Vidales claimed that his mountain rescue team had sighted thin, brown bipedal creatures measuring over 8 feet in height climbing about on the side of the volcano at high altitudes of up to 13,000 feet. The creatures reportedly left behind large footprints that featured odd holes penetrating into the ground from the heel, suggesting claws of some sort. This would certainly explain the purported climbing prowess they supposedly displayed, with Vidales saying “Once, we saw one of these individuals climb up the glacier in 10 minutes, a stretch that we linger about 3-4 hours to go. They have an amazing agility.” There were even photographs of the creatures taken, but they are predictably rather unclear and indistinct. If they are real, then they picked a bad place to go frolicking about on the volcano as it went on to have several eruptions at around the same time. Although Mexico seems to produce far fewer reports of Sasquatch-like creatures than the United States and Canada, there is nevertheless a long history of such accounts from here, and they are every bit as bizarre as anywhere else. They also pose some interesting questions in relation to, if they are real, where exactly they came from and how related they are to their more northern dwelling brethren. Are they a separate species or merely a different population of the same one? If they are related, then what does this tell us of the spread of these creatures across the continent? Are they even real at all or the product of hoaxes and misidentification? Whatever the case may be, the tales of the Mexican Bigfoot certainly add to the lore. mysteriousuniverse.org/2018/03/the-mysterious-mexican-bigfoot/
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Post by auntym on Mar 27, 2018 14:09:26 GMT -6
www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2018/03/strange-men-ruin-sasquatch-encounter.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PhantomsAndMonstersAPersonalJourney+%28Phantoms+and+Monsters%29Tuesday, March 27, 2018 Strange 'Men' Ruin Sasquatch EncounterPosted by Lon Strickler / plus.google.com/+LonStricklerWhile promoting his book 'Kultus,' author Kirk Sigurdson spoke of a Bigfoot sighting he had in the late 2000s, in the woods near Crescent City, California. Even stranger is what happened next: “Speaking of this terrible thing that happened. So there's this Bigfoot starting to come up the bank and I look in my rear view and this car, you know, this is a fairly deserted... I mean it was a paved stretch of road and in the summer, you know, you might get cars going up and down more. But this time of year it was very deserted and I saw maybe three or four cars go down this road over the course of like four hours or something. So it was pretty deserted and also it was in the middle of the week. So anyway the guy, he had some kind of a... this is a weird thing, it looked like a strobe device from when I used to scuba dive with my dad, we didn't have a strobe. We weren't... I didn't... it wasn't a photography type.. it looked like a diving light, essentially, with a pistol grip and I don't even think they make diving lights like that anymore. It was big and bulky like I used to use when I was a kid when I was ship to ship diving, you know, with my dad out in Pugent Sound. So he pulls this thing out of the window and flashes down toward the Sasquatch. The Sasquatch has an immediate reaction when the light goes out over the swamp and this is, like, just around just after dusk. It's pretty... it's getting dark. It's not completely dark yet and the thing bellows and takes off across the swamp. I can hear it running out across the swamp until it gets a fair distance away. Now I thought these guys were Bigfooters and I was *angry* because I had spent a lot of time and, you know, it's not just a couple of days of Bigfooting. I mean it's rare to get a good experience like that where you bring one in like that. Even in my whole career Bigfooting it's rare and so it was also a question of just circumstance and luck and a lot of other factors and I was just, like, oh my god, these guys just ruined one of the best chances I had for an encounter, you know, in a controlled situation where I'm inside a vehicle, which is even more rare. I had rolled the window up because I was scared a little bit, you know, because the thing's coming up the bank and it was coming toward my Jeep so these guys then proceeded to pull up next to me and they are in this like old-style late 1970s compact Japanese style vehicle. It looked like a Datsun or an early Toyota and, I don't know if they made Toyotas back then, maybe a Honda. It actually looked like a Datsun, frankly, which I know most people haven't even heard of. That's what it looked like and these guys, I got a good look at them. They had high cheekbones. They had a very kind of a gold complexion, like, when, I, you know I'm Scandinavian? So when I was in Iceland, I saw a few people with this complexion. There are humans with this complexion and it's very unusual and I think the Icelanders even have a special kind of phrase for it because it's attractive but it's weird. It's just very gold and mixed with the light colored hair and the high cheekbones and these guys were handsome but, like, they just... the guy in the passenger side looked at me like I was a bug or something. Like I was just the most vile annoying zoo animal or something that was out a line, that required intervention or whatever. And so they had light colored eyes, not piercingly light blue eyes but, you know, kind of light brown hair, cut fairly short. They were wearing matching... it looked like plaid shirts that looked kind of well pressed and most plaid is kind of rumpled. People don't wear it pressed. So it was kind of weird. They were way too big for the vehicle. They were just huge in that they dwarfed the vehicle inside. I don't know how big they were, it's hard to tell but, you know, well over 6 feet tall. And so this guy proceeds to take out his diving light thing and, I know this sounds ridiculous because it sounds like 'Men In Black (the movie)' but it really happened. And he points it at me and I looked away thinking I'd be okay but it reflected off the foliage on the other side of my Jeep and blinded me. And this is the weird thing, so it it blinds me but, you know, normally if you look at a light bulb or something weird... you look at the Sun, I don't know, you get blinded for a second but I just remember, like, when I looked up they were already way up on this little bridge flashing out over the swamp. So I don't know how much time had elapsed but then I honestly can't remember what happened. I try to remember but it seems like they might have come and parked behind me and I took off or I drove around them when they were on the bridge. I can't honestly remember. It wasn't that long ago so it's disturbing that I can't remember what happened. I just remember driving really fast back to Crescent City to a motel and checking in and my left eye was just killing me and it felt like I had a sty at it or something, and I'm not prone to that. Since it happened I've been getting these little sores in the corner of that eye, periodically, and it even makes my eye twitch. And so that night I just, yeah, I am... I couldn't sleep and I couldn't eat, I couldn't hold down fluids and, anyway, I don't like talking about it. It just put a real kink in my Bigfooting experiences after that I just kind of quit doing it.” www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2018/03/strange-men-ruin-sasquatch-encounter.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+PhantomsAndMonstersAPersonalJourney+%28Phantoms+and+Monsters%29
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Post by jojustjo on Mar 27, 2018 22:41:38 GMT -6
Stranger than the usual strange tale. Sort of makes you think of 'predator' and someone hunting 'game' on our little planet. Conjure's things in my wee noggin. I've always believed in worlds next to ours in proximity...and I often wonder if some of them have the knack of slipping into our's through some doorway or something. Maybe that's where 'bigfeet' come from and these guys are trying to capture them back. Maybe they're slaves there or something. Make for a good book maybe This one's interesting Auntie.
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Post by auntym on Mar 28, 2018 18:49:06 GMT -6
Stranger than the usual strange tale. Sort of makes you think of 'predator' and someone hunting 'game' on our little planet. Conjure's things in my wee noggin. I've always believed in worlds next to ours in proximity...and I often wonder if some of them have the knack of slipping into our's through some doorway or something. Maybe that's where 'bigfeet' come from and these guys are trying to capture them back. Maybe they're slaves there or something. Make for a good book maybe This one's interesting Auntie. thanks jo...i agree...
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Post by plutronus on Apr 4, 2018 4:54:39 GMT -6
Check out this video...
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Bigfoot
Apr 4, 2018 8:08:55 GMT -6
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Post by jcurio on Apr 4, 2018 8:08:55 GMT -6
Oooooooo. I’m going to have to go downstairs so I can watch it with the sound.... 😊
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