Dover Demon Appearance?

On April 21, 1977, the sightings of something otherworldly forever changed a small suburb here in Boston, Mass. that night four teens witnessed a creature they couldn’t explain which later was labeled the Dover Demon. Their descriptions and accounts seemed to confirm there was a new resident in Dover.
I’ve flip flopped a lot on my opinion of what the Dover Demon could be. Something new or a visitor from above. Its description is so closely compared to that of the grays that I tend to lean towards alien.
I’m sure like Bigfoot, they probably would like to roam around undetected but also like Bigfoot, sometimes they get caught unawares. And below is an eyewitness account of a creature that to me, fits the Dover Demon’s description.
This eyewitness account is from the editor of Washington Trails Association Magazine. And it was originally featured in their article titled Things That Go Bump in the Woods, By Tami Asars. Check it out and let me know what you think.

It was late in the evening when Eli Boschetto and his wife, Mitzi, pulled into a campground in Northern California’s redwoods. The forest seemed to enjoy a sinister game, as chilly coastal fog mixed with campfire smoke swirled through the trees, casting strange shadows in the canopy and undergrowth. Tired, they found a spot to set up camp under the lights of their car’s head lamps. In the distance, muffled voices and laughter from unseen campers wafted through the filtered darkness. Focused on getting an early start the next morning, they opted to skip a campfire and went about bedtime routines.

Conveniently, the restrooms were only about 100 yards down the road, a short walk for washing up before retiring. With bag in hand, Eli set off down the black pavement, his headlamp’s light reflecting off the drifting smoke and fog. Suddenly a movement caught his eye.

At the side of the road, something stood there looking at him. Through the haze and darkness, he tried to discern what the creature was before him. It stood about 2 feet in height, completely gray, with a large round head and curious eyes. “It must be a raccoon,” he thought

But … no. There was no mask. And no fur. And no tail! The creature cocked its head, looking back. Eli took a tentative step closer to get a better look. The creature withdrew slightly, peering cautiously back. What was this thing?

Time seemed to halt as the two stared at one another. Remembering his head lamp, Eli reached up to set the light brighter. The movement startled the creature, and Eli particularly noticed that the creature walked off on two legs, dissolving into the misty, shadowy darkness.

Every hair on his arms and neck was electrified, and chills ran down his spine. What had he just seen? He scanned the underbrush with his head lamp, seeking to comprehend what he’d just witnessed, but the small, gray, upright creature with no fur and no tail was nowhere to be seen. Had he just seen an alien?

It was a sleepless night, as every creak and crack in their pitch-black tent seemed to alert him to the possible presence of interstellar beings, watching them from the woods nearby …

Human Engine…

Art by Shirley McDaniels

“How can we co-exist?

If you can’t respect…

Respect this

My home

Your Forest, my home

You can’t expect me to keep wandering

Never to be with my peoples

Just keep wandering alone

You think it’s wonderful

that you may have found my nest

Not a scientific find,

it’s the place I stop, the place I rest

I keep going further in and further in

To stay out if your species ever expanding way

But you just keep coming and coming at me

Every. Single. Day.

My guttural call out

Telling you how scared and stressed I am,

to just please keep away

But you’re oblivious

So you knock and knock

And you keep coming anyway

So co-exit? I don’t think so

You want it all, the greed, your ego

Would that you could go your own way

and that I could go mine

But the engine keeps coming

Cutting through the forest,

like you’re chopping out a mine

The hum of that never ending engine

grinding and grinding

Taking it all In your human way

The way of mankind, yes, taking it all

Don’t leave nothing behind

And force me and mine out of safety,

out of hiding…”

There Really Are Flying Monkeys!

Scientists have found a flying reptile nicknamed “Monkeydactyl” with the oldest recorded opposed thumbs, according to a report released Monday.

Mammals will have to take a seat in history books after a group of international scientists discovered a flying reptile with the oldest recorded opposing pollex – commonly known as a thumb.

In a report released Monday, scientists announced the finding of the ‘Monkeydactyl’ that lived 160 million years ago in a forest ecosystem in China during the Jurassic era.

Nicknamed the ‘Monkeydactyl’ by a friend of one of the report’s authors, the species is a pterosaur and scientifically known as Kunpengopterus antipollicatus. Pterosaurs were the first known vertebrates to evolve powered flight, according to the report.

Although the finding of this fossil changes the history books for now, Ma is leaving the door open for more possibilities. 

Well who knew? Flying monkeys really do exist…well not the scary traumatizing monkeys that have kept us awake at night since 1939, but still amazing and unbelievable. Although we are not talking about a flying monkey that looks like that, it is still amazing that it has the thumbs.

Everyday I swear I’m reading about new animals discovered or we are learning new characteristics of an older and extinct animal as well. And who knows, we may very well find a monkey as we know them now that once flew. I’m definitely not ruling that find out.

It’s an exciting time to be alive to learn all of these amazing things. It’s not only the animal kingdom we are learning new things about, we are also learning more about our own story as well.

A big shift is unfolding here. We may have to chuck out all of our old history books and write a new story of us, is there a presale for it because I can’t wait for it to get here…

Article excerpt from USA Today.

Art titled Toto and Flying Monkey – by Chris Leib

Below copy of Report Current Biology

Bigfoot in the News #6

Hunting For Bigfoot… That Ape-like Thing Baffles Everyone

California Aggie volume 95. #11

April 19th, 1977


If you have ever gone mountain camping you have undoubtedly from time to time experienced the sensation of tinglingfear sent up your spine when a bush rustles or you see two luminous eyes peering at you from the dark. You immediately attempt to pass it off as a friendly little bear or mountain lion. Yet few persons have ever fully considered the possibility of that rustling, brief glimpse of the unknown being an eight foot tall, seven hundred pound ape-like creature – “Bigfoot.”

One person who has fully expounded upon this possibility is an ambitious seventeen-year-old Sacramento resident, Ben Waldroop. In fact, Waldroop is so serious about the famous monster’s existence that he has organized the first California Bigfoot Association, and plans to lead a three week expedition into the Bigfoot country of Mt. Shasta this June.

Being far above his years in terms of drive and intellectual curiosity, Waldroop became fascinated with the legend of Bigfoot over a year ago and began to research the subject in his own time by reading books and becoming a regular at the State Library. With all the sightings of Bigfoot that pour in every year from such California areas as Palmdale, Shasta, and Sonora, not to mention similar mountain regions in Washington, Oregon, and British Columbia, Waldroop and his small band of supporters sincerely believe Bigfoot exists.

Because Bigfoot has never been captured or studied, Waldroop is careful to assign a note of caution to the Bigfoot theories that he supports. Waldroop describes the ape-like creature as “a man-shy, nomadic animal that lives in dense forest terrain, feeding much like a bear does on fish and vegetation.” According to Waldroop, several things seem to support the fact that Bigfoot might be nomadic, such as the scarcity of its reported sightings and the fact that

no one has ever actually found an established winter den.

When asked how.such a huge creature, supposedly living in or around populated areas, could exist without having been seen regularly, Waldroop alludes to the dense forest where “cover and discretion are naturally facilitated,” and where natural forces “expedite the process of Bigfoot’s carcass decay.” Waldroop also feels that all animals, especially Bigfoot, have a strong sixth sense which forewarns them against possible dangers, man included. He says that because of its successful avoidance of man, “the animal must exhibit superior cunning and intellectual abilities over many other animals.”

Although still seeking financial sponsorship, Waldroop and eight traveling companions, including a physical anthropologist from Sacramento State University, plan to start their trek this June 10. With financial backing they hope to purchase specialized equipment, including an infra-red night vision device which enables utilization of natural night light from the moon and stars; a sound amplification device to record far off noises; and a tranquilizer gun in case they encounter Bigfoot.

The group intends only to capture Bigfoot for a short period of time, study and perhaps tag it, then release it alive and unharmed. Waldroop is quick to make clear that the expedition is “Not for profit, but only for research.”

Waldroop expresses some hesitations about other reports and filmclips such as the movie “Sasquatch.” He feels that some people are out to “capitalize and gain publicity” from the legend. He does feel, however, that researchers have in the past produced some important findings. The young explorer considers the late Roger Patterson, who filmed the famous filmclip of a live Bigfoot in 1967, as noteworthy. “Film experts from a large Los Angeles film company studied the film and found it to be

extremely convincing. They conjectured that it would have taken thousands and thousands of dollars, plus much expertise in anatomy to have produced such a

film,” Waldroop said. Such efforts would be out of the range of the average person, he maintains t addine that he believes that

perhaps more than half of the Bigfoot reports are true. For those who are interested in membership, or just wish to discuss the issue further,, the California Bigfoot Association’s mailing address is P.O. Box 13162, Sacramento, California, 95813.

The David Thompson Encounter…

January 7, 1811, David Thompson’s journal…

Continuing our journey in the afternoon we came on the track of a large animal, the snow about six inches deep on the ice; I measured it; four large toes each of four inches in length; to each a short claw; the ball of the foot sunk three inches lower than the toes, the hinder part of the foot did not mark well, the length fourteen inches, by eight inches in breadth, walking from north to south, and having passed about six hours.  We were in no humour to follow him; the Men and Indians would have it to be a young mammoth and I held it to be the track of a large old grizzled bear; yet the shortness of the nails, the ball of the foot, and its great size was not that of a Bear, otherwise that of a very large old Bear, his claws worn away; this the Indians would not allow.”

40 years later, while writing the draft of his Narrative, David Thompson expanded on his experience further:

“January 7th continuing our journey in the afternoon we came on the track of a large animal, the snow about six inches deep on the ice; I measured it; four large toes each of four inches in length, to each a short claw; the ball of the foot sunk three inches lower than the toes. The hinder part of the foot did not mark well, the length fourteen inches, by eight inches in breadth, walking from north to south, and having passed about six hours. We were in no humour to follow him; the Men and Indians would have it to be a young mammouth [sic] and I held it to be the track of a large old grizzly bear; yet the shortness of the nails, the ball of the foot, and its great size was not that of a Bear”

David Thompson was born April 30th 1770. He was a British and Canadian fur trader, surveyor and cartographer. He was known to the native peoples as Koo-Koo-Sint or “the Stargazer”. He has traveled some 90,000 kilometres (56,000 mi) across North America mapping 4.9 million square kilometres (1.9 million square miles). For this venture , Thompson has been described as the “greatest practical land geographer that the world has ever produced.

He had to have seen a lot of wildlife on his travels. He most likely had seen a lot of bears out that. So would he mistake a bear as a Sasquatch? He might. But I doubt he’d fake the story, he likely wouldn’t have gained anything in the telling. But it still fascinating, end I love the older tales….


“We are not so different you and I

We both need the blood to survive

Yours flowing through your veins

Mine from what I suck out of your remains

Hunter and the prey

You just didn’t think you’d be the meal today

Still I only take what I need

Your kind take it all with hungry greed

I have left behind your soul

So you can decide where it goes

It is still pure I’ve touched no part

I only want the blood being pumped by your heart

Such beauty, I was conflicted wanting to let you live

But had I not you would have taken more than I’m prepared to give

So my human feast

You were worthy of this beast

And Ill take no more from you then I need

But could your humanity say they same were I to be the one to concede?”

Tree Peeper

What he sees when he’s peeping out

When he’s watching us humans lurking about

We’re banging and howling all over the place

No wonder he’s hiding from our race

Those noises aren’t welcoming and friendly they mean prepare to defend

Defend their race and the territory t

The gift could be a trap

With cameras set up ready to snap

No apple is worth the price

Of their race being exposed to our life

Exposed to tests, coldness maybe death

Same treatment we’ve done to the rest

The young ones are curious of us

But is there really anyone they can trust

When you look out your window what do you see?

All kinds of horrible things we do to each other, that’s our humanity

So hide my friends don’t ever come out

What they may do to you would leave you crying out

For your family, for your home

for the decency you thought we’d show

Stay hidden, stay safe, stay elusive

Some day, humans will be extinct

And you may still live

The forests will grow back through the pavement and stick out of the buildings

Just things here and there of our leavings

You, the true stewards of this big blue ball

Will keep life going, after we fall…”

This poem was inspired by the art of Michael Payton

You can find him and his work at:

Under the Moon…

“The full moon is blinding

Time to head into the forest

Let the crickets sing the verse

You and I can sing the chorus

Be my fierce champion tonight

Be the myth, be the lore

Be mysterious…but also be more

I know your smile and your laugh when you let the light in

So even though it’s dark tonight I can see everything behind that toothy grin

It means everything to me

That it’s only me who gets to see

See you change in this way

So have wondrous dreams while you slumber

Soon just two legs will be all you’ll need

To find your way to me

Every time you wake up,

you wonder what I see

Not everyone can be perfect

We all have our flaws

But we are in this love together

These flaws are not just yours, they’re ours

So dream of everything wonderful you did while you were running free,

When you wake up, I’ll be here

I want it to be me that you see,

A protector to me when the moon is full

And I you, while you slumber and shed your fur

I’ll watch your eyes open and turn human and lock onto mine once more

They’ll look like a sea of blue

Then, we can just sit there silent and enjoy the pine

Lay back a minute

Let’s look at the sun rise

This you, here, relaxed

Is worth it all

But I too love your Wolf call

I’d be chasing you everywhere

if you could be caught

Wherever your path takes you after I’ve passed

I hope you are as happy as this right now,

Just laying in the grass

Follow only what makes you feel whole

Because otherwise you won’t remember all we meant to each other, how I loved you so

If you don’t have your heart or your soul”

Happy Werewolf Wednesday

Bigfoot of the 70s…#1

In the 70s Bigfoot was all that and a bag of chips. Many sightings reported and many movies and documentaries were made. The In Search Of Bigfoot episode is what most Bigfoot researchers claimed started them on this path.

But it was just documentaries that he starred in, he was a cash cow, the used the band Kiss’s marketing plan and put him on everything and everywhere.

So I thought I’d start a little Bigfoot of the 70s series and bring us all back in time. For this first in the series. I stumbled on a TV Guide listing of himself starring in an episode of Six Million Dollar Man. It will bring back all the love and nostalgia you have just reading it

He was in three episodes, one episode starring Andre The Giant! Too cool, am I right? The remaining played by Ted Cassidy, Lurch from The Addams Family, which is almost as good). I’m sure if you were watching back then it was absolutely epic! Look at all the wonderful company he was listed with.

Season three episode 16, the two part episode titled, The Secret of Bigfoot is thought to be the most popular one. And eventually inspired a book of the same title and lots of merchandise. If you own the Bigfoot action figure from the show, then you are envied by all. Including me.

This two-part episode was released as a theatrical film in many parts of Europe, North America (Mexico), and South America as well, it was truly loved by the world over.

The best thing is you can still watch it today! A tip from a follower told me that you can watch them on the NBC APP. Here is the link if you’d like to travel back in time to when everyone had long hair and sideburns and you tripped over the hem of everyone’s bell bottoms…

Art by David Wachter

Mill Pond Trail…

In franklin,there is a street known as Oak Street Extension, which, logically, continues from the main thoroughfare where the High School is located, called Oak Street, down toward the swampy lowlands of mine brook that approximate the border between Franklin and Bellingham.

The street ends today, abruptly, at a “rain garden and a sharp turn takes traffic onto Schofield Drive.

But you can keep going — by foot. That’s because this is the route of a former trolley line that linked Bellingham, Franklin, and other towns. And the remains of a causeway for the trolley extends out to the middle of the swamp.

At the “end” there is the swift flowing water of Mine Brook. And, across a 20 foot gap (guessing) is the rest of the causeway that leads up to Maple Street in Bellingham, which used to boast several mills and a cluster of worker homes.

After the trolleys went out of business around 1920, the tracks were puled up and the bridge and causeway was used occasionally by trucks from the mill carrying loads to the RR station in Franklin but it began to get overgrown.

When World War II began, there was a desperate need nationally for metals to build, tanks, ships. and a thousand other things. A local Franklin man saw the nearly abandoned bridge as a perfect money making opportunity and started to take it apart and haul off the girders to earn the scrap metal value for himself.

But when this became common knowledge he was critized by the townsfolks and so shamed that he supposedly killed himself, leaving the job unfinished. Today, you can still see 1 or 2 girders resting on the bottom of mine brook.”


They say he may be haunting this path and bridge area now…

This trail/path is not on the town of Franklin Massachusetts trail list, but it is conservation land. Big thank you to my brother in law who drive me around Sunday showing me all the local trails and secret entrances and hidden factoids. This is definitely one of the most beautiful spots around and I’m claiming it…

All pictures are my own…