Krampus Night….

Krampus, Krampus born from folklore …

Krampus, Kramous he is not like an elf

All sounds fantastical till he’s banging at the door…

He’ll grab all your children and take them to hell

He comes for the naughty so let go of your vice

He’ll know you are faking

He won’t check it twice

If you see him it’s already to late

He won’t take the others this is your fate…

You scoffed at the reindeer and scoffed at the sled…

And now you may likely end up dead

I don’t know where he takes them

Or just what he’ll do…

So I’d be nice or remember he’ll be coming for you…

From The Deep…

I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!

“She rises from the deep
Black of eyes,
Hair of red
Claiming bodies and souls
As she rises from the dead

Spawning from deep on the ocean floor
Where her body lays no more
She comes up to feed,
then goes back to the deep
In her soul there is only darkness,
Bitter from her drowning demise
She comes for those who tell their lies

She was cold hearted before
But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor
Only when she claims enough souls
Can she stay on the surface
Then her evil will lay before us
She must be destroyed
This evil can not walk the land
There will only be blood upon the sand

She dreams of revenge
For her untimely end
Racking up the bodies
Taking them where the water is murky
Only one thing will stop her reign of terror
Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”


Poem by me titled From the Deep

Art the Crimson Mistress

Bigfoot Famous

I always knew bigfoot was beloved by many. But famous? Apparently now he is famous according to the film Bigfoot Famous and the many bigfoot sites popping up on all platforms. It’s a very exciting time to be a bigfoot enthusiast. And one of the fun ways to enjoy your favorite cryptid is through movies. After all it was movies that made so many people love and believe in them. So when I saw the add for Bigfoot Famous, I thought it was time for another movie review.

Sometimes it takes a very clever film like this to shine a light on all of us that live half their life on social media platforms…

In the film Bigfoot Famous, a YouTube sensation Coley Nation, played by Stephanie Barkley, is slowly losing views and likes and needs to find a way to get back on top. Her partner Jericho, played by Sam Milman, stumbles on a video of a recent bigfoot sighting caught on film that has gotten thousands of views and gives Coley the idea that this was her way back on top. She decides to find some guides and hit the woods and capitalize on bigfoot’s fame and bring her view count back up.

During their search for bigfoot a murder takes places with a character wearing a bigfoot costume. (I definitely don’t recommend anyone ever doing that It never ends well). All her followers turn on her and wants her to be canceled. But at the same time the other channels are using her story to get more clicks, and all those views for her channel she thought she needed start coming in.

Although a bigfoot does actually make an appearance here, it’s definitely not what this movie is about, it’s a hard hit on some people that will do literally anything for a like or a view. Some are miss leading people, some are doing dangerous things you don’t want your children see or god forbid to try. Etc. You know the jingle “what would you do for a Klondike bar? Well, there should also be one that says, “what would you do, for a like or a view?”

As far as this movie relating to the bigfoot community? Well there are so many pages, podcasts, blogs it’s hard to keep up and there are so many great ones unfortunately getting lost in the bigfoot popularity frenzy. Some groups come and go, usually the ones that only want to make a fast buck and have no real interest in the subject of bigfoot. They soon realize that this is mainly a labor of love and move on.

Unless you bring a bigfoot home it’s hard to keep those numbers up if you want to monetize your channel but since all we have in this field is our character and integrity we have to walk a fine line not to damage that for any type of popularity. Eventually the bigfoot popularity bubble will burst like it has many times throughout the decades and if you still want to be standing there when the dust blows away? The best we can do is keep it real and keep it honest.

This film was worth the watch, a cautionary tale even. And it offered some laughs along the way as it held the mirror up for us to see ourselves. I love indie films, I have a great respect for people who go out and make these movies, they have been some of my favorites and they are most definitely labors of love.

Bigfoot Famous Trailer:

https://youtu.be/FplwFvExz8I

Are You Scared…

Are you safe in a yard
Where the scarecrow guards
If the crows stay away
With whom does he play?
He must scare something today
The corn conceals his crimes
He’s killed so many times
How does he do it filled with straw
People come to him
He doesn’t go far
Come fall they all want to see the “scarecrow”
Go through the corn maze
But some don’t make it out at the end of the day
A granny here, a spoiled child there
Come on in if you dare
Remember though, that the sun sets early in autumn
Stay with your family
You don’t want to be forgotten
Because he is waiting out there for you
And there will be now help coming
Because scarecrows aren’t real remember
And there’s nothing you can do…
That corn field also needs fertilizer too
Happy Halloween season!

Art by Steve Bossler

Bigfoot in the News…Boggy Creek Monster

Fouke Monster Film Does Good BY DEBRA HALE Associated press Writer FOUKE, Ark (AP) —

He’s as tall as Wilt Chamberlain, almost as fast as a cheetah and as heavy as a gorilla. He has bushy hair, red eyes, a three-toed foot and a voice like a peacock’s. He is the legendary Fouke Monster, the main character in the movie “The Legend of Boggy Creek” starring Keith Crabree, Willie Smith and other residents of this southwest Arkansas community. Crabtree, who portrayed the monster, no longer lives in Fouke. Although the first recorded sight of the monster dates back to 1954, Smith, who plays himself in the movie and who provided the description of the monster, said his 75-year-old sister saw the creature when she was 10. it was not until last summer, though, that the Film Productions of Texarkana turned the legend into a moneymaking movie filmed in Fouke and nearby Texarkana. Producer-director Charles Pierce originally had planned to call the documentary film “Tracking the Fouke Monster.’’

The movie is called a documentary because, as its actual title suggests, the monster subject is treated as a legend. One year after the movie premiered residents of this small community, population .506. are beginning to realize that the movie could have bolstered the town’s economy if they only had acted sooner. “The people here in Fouke have missed the boat by not taking advantage of the publicity we have received and expanded on the monster theme.” said Mayor J.D. Larey of Fouke. “A novelty shop might have been the thing to bring in more money from tourists. But the people here just didn’t realize what they had when the iron was hot.”

Laney . a retired Air Force officer, noted, however, that such profits would not have had a lasting effect. One man who was involved in financial arrangements for the movie shared Larey’s opinion. “None of us dreamed that the darned thing would make the money that it did,” he said. “The man who made the movie had never made a movie in his life They guy who backed the movie had never backed a movie in his life. The people who acted in the movie had never acted before in their lives. I don’t think you could have foreseen anything like this. Laney said he receives several long-distance telephone calls and from three to 12 letters a day about the monster. Much of the mail is addressed directly to the mayor or to other city officials, but some of its is addressed to the Fouke Monster. Larey said the Post Office had decided to forward him all such mail. One such letter addressed to the “Boggy Creek Monster, Fouke. Ark.” was from a child saying she thought his movie was neat. One was to a City Official. And was from a member of the volunteer fire department in Martinsburg, W. Va The man inquired about the monster’s habitat, size and identity. The fireman said he also would “like to have some picutres of the monster. He promised to keep the information “confidential.”

Fouke residents say it is not unusual for a tourist to stop in their town to hunt for the creature in the swamp along Roggy Creek. One customer in the Boggy Creek Cafe, for example, recently said he had seen a man wandering through the swamps the previous day with a knife. The customer said the man told him he was hunting for the monster and that he had just spotted the creature’s claw print on the side of a tree trunk. “I just laughed at him.” the customer said as he drank a cup of coffee “He got mad.” Larey said, three Green Berets from Virginia recently telephoned him to ask if they could look for the monster during their leaves. Larey said he advised the men to wait until after deer hunting season. “I was afraid the game warden would pick them up.” he laughed.

The Miller County sheriff’s office does, in fact, forbid hunters to take guns into the woods to look for the monster except during deer season. They say this limits the possibility of a hunter’s shooting a human mistakenly thought to be the Fouke Monster. On Fouke’s main street, but still not far from Boggy Creek, is the Boggy Creek Cafe, owned and operated by Mr. and Mrs. Bill Williams. The cafe is one of two Businesses in Fouke that have capitalized on the monster. In addition to the regular menu items, a hungry customer can choose such items as the “Boggy Creek Breakfast,” a “Three-toed Sandwich” and a waffle and ice cream dessert called the “Boggy Creek Delight.” Money clips, cards, key chains, bumper stickers and ash trays with “Home of the Fouke Monster” written on them are sold behind the counter. The jukebox offers a Bobby Picket rendition of “Monster Mash.” The cafe also stock a reproduced souvenir print of what some persons say is the monster’s foot. The souvenir, autographed by Smith and Crabtree, is considerably smaller than the monster’s foot—which Smith said is 5 inches wide and 14 inches long. Mrs. Williams said 20 to 25 tourists stop by the small restaurant daily She said she never had seen the monster, but wanted to see it. “I believe there’s something out there. From the way the people I have talked to described it. Smith walked into the cafe. He saw a reporter, his eyes brightened and he started talking. Insisting that the monster was a vegetarian. Smith said he had seen it several times near his house along Boggy Creek. “First time I saw him was back in 1955. I though he was a man. I shot at him 15 times with an Army rifle, but missed him,” Smith said. “Next time he came up behind the house throwing rocks at my dog,” Smith added. “So. I shot through the brush and missed him again. ‘’The third time my wife and I were watching TV when I heard him. He slapped my dog across the porch into the screen door.” Again. Smith’s aim wasn’t too good; he said his shots missed the monster , which is said to run about 45 miles per hour . Smith said some other Fouke residents had heard the monster about two weeks ago, but that the creature didn’t sound like a peacock this time. “He was roaring and cutting up and sounded like a crazy man,”

CLIPPED FROM

The Childress Index

Childress, Texas

21 Aug 1973, Tue  •  Page 2

Roaming Free…

Bigfoot is not just a creature

He’s not just A being caught between human and primate

He’s not just a theory made up for enjoyment

It’s not just a search it’s a way of life

To get out in nature day or night

To learn and care about the environment and all gods wild babies

We may even discover a new animal out there one day

If you do, snap a picture and leave it where it lays

This search is not a job but an adventure

The people we meet, the places we go

We have a life the other working stiffs will never know

Some may never find this peace

Never have this life stress relief

We don’t spend our time at the mall

We roam and stand under trees so tall

Bigfoot is opening a door

But don’t go in it if you’re not sure

It will change your life

Even if he’s never in your sight

You must except you may never see

For he doesn’t have to show himself to you or me

He’s living his life just as he should be

Elusive, wandering and living free

Art by Candywell

Walking Through History…Blackstone River Park/Ashton Mill.

If you’ve been following along with me these past few years, then you know my love of the American industrial Revolution, King Phillips War and scenery of the Blackstone River Valley. So now imagine my excitement when I visit a place where they all come together so beautifully within this modern marvel of a park that you know just became on of my favorite places.

The centerpiece of the park, The Ashton Mill was built in 1810 in Cumberland Rhode Island for the Smithfield Cotton Company. The mill was built in this location to harness the power of the Blackstone River, one of America’s few Heritage Rivers that was named after William Blackstone who was an original founder and settler of Boston Massachusetts.

The company struggled and eventually sold the mill to the Lonsdale Company in approx. 1840. Lonsdale was a manufacturer of textiles and had tremendous success throughout the remainder of the 19th century.

Eventually it became a mill village as family housing was constructed. The mill employed men, women and children so family housing was a great need.

In 1848 the Providence and Worcester railroad was built to pass directly at front door of the mill. This provided a secondary mode of transportation to get goods to customers on time.

In the 1950s the industry really started to decline and by the 1970s it was simply cheaper for the companies to move to the south and then eventually overseas.

This park was such a great adventure. The mills once worked this river so hard no fish or river life, save leeches, where left living it . Now it’s thriving again and this park holds within it a snapshot of its history. While I was strolling along or I saw Someone fly fishing, I stared at the beautiful architecture of the 116 bridge, the amazing view of the river, a museum and all with the mills looming over everything. I will definitely be here often to make sure I’ve seen everything it has to offer. Here’s a little blurb about the history from the RI parks official website.

“While the feel and look of the Blackstone River State Park stitching together the river banks and the abutting boundaries of Cumberland and Lincoln, is definitely rural and naturalistic, the history of the land and waters making up the park is thoroughly industrial. At various points in the twelve-mile trek, one can see the remains of the area’s industrial past peek out from beneath the foliage and reflect in the waters. Mill dams, which once held back the river in order to power machinery, still mark the river’s drop at four locations. Sluices and power trenches, canal mile-stones, ground level, protruding shapes of cellar holes of former worker tenements, along with recycled mills now used as apartments and small businesses dot the path. The observant visitor is challenged to discover the legacy layers of this landscape of industry.”

I recommend if you’re ever in the area, to make a stop and spend the day. There is something here for everyone….

Night in the Forest…

“In the forest how do you say goodnight

Pull down the branches to cover the light

The moonshine over the pond looks so bright

The moss twinkles with dew

And there is not a sound save crickets or a whoo whoo

The nocturnal animals go for their hunt

I’ll stay right here and not interrupt

The circle of life must go on

Long after you and I and everyone are gone

So lay there and listen to the sounds of the forest

The night has a beautiful chorus

Calm and relaxing to lull us to sleep

My eyes are heavy now, I’m going to fall deep

Another dawn will come soon

And end the beautiful shine of the moon

I will rise to roam some more

Because I feel safe sleeping anywhere with a soft forest floor…”

Inspired by John Denver’s Annie’s Song

Nature is a Song…

Nature sings a song I could listen to all day long

With its creaks, chirps and splashes

It’s all I need to help me relax

My eyes are always in awe and wonder

Seeing a beautiful sunrise or that flash of light before the thunder

Smelling the flowers and the ocean mist

I have to get out there to see something new I can’t resist

Touching the grass or the bark of a tree

Makes me feel alive and free

A wild woman using all her senses

Opening up and dropping her defenses

A wild woman at one with the environment

Is a wonderful way to live your life, have that inner peace, you can find it everywhere

and it won’t cost you a cent…”

Poem titled nature is a song

Photos taken by me

Copyright 9/21

Cryptids and Mange…

“The wolf-like, bat-like, snake-like, bear-like, gargoyle-Gollum creature from Hell that sucks the blood out of chickens and goats” a good description of a chupacabra from David Buccilli from the Michigan Daily. But unfortunately many of the Chupacabra sightings turned out to be coyotes with various stages of mange. In fact, there have been both dogman and bigfoot sightings attributed to mange, bears, coyotes, etc.

I started to wonder how many cryptid encounters from the past were also mange. It would make sense now I think that if you’re are someone like myself out in the woods searching for bigfoot, we should add one more thing to be familiar with before venturing out, along with knowing how to identify animal prints, animal sounds, etc. wouldn’t it also be good to know what various wildlife with mange may look like too? What do you think about mange and cryptids?

My Tuesday morning thoughts…And I went with a chupacabra pic for this because I know looking at pictures of animals with mange can be upsetting, even to myself.

Picture by Alexlvy