My uncle Bruce, a salt of the earth, backwoods country type who enjoys hunting and putting lead shot in just about anything that moves has a big foot story that has always troubled him.
The animal itself didn’t trouble him as much as his docile/demure reaction to the animal did.
What troubles Bruce is that he cannot explain why he was in his words “such a efing vagina about it”, he didn’t do what he knows he should have done, and even now to this day you will see him get lost in thought and troubled by his passivity which was so against his normal behavior, and that would have been to put a cap in bigfoot’s ass.
I think it is rather telling, that through all of the sightings of Bigfoot, no one has managed to put a cap in his ass.
Long story short, Bruce was standing at the water’s edge of a small lake outside of Hannibal Missouri in 1980. His buddy was fifty foot into the water on a small row boat.
While Bruce was casting his line into the water comforted by the presence of his 357 magnum revolver, a large upright hairy man came crashing through the small trees and brush, the hairy man came to the waters edge no more than twenty feet away from Bruce and began drinking from the lake. The creature must have sensed Bruce’s presense, he looked at Bruce and let out a blood curdling howl like scream while staring into the depths of my uncle’s soul. Bruce stood there frozen, and as the animal bounded off back into the woods Bruce’s fishing companion yelled from the boat, “Damn Bruce, I thought I was going to have to go back home and tell you’re new wife that you had been eaten by a monster”.
The reaction to all of this is what is pertinent to the story.
Bruce then continued to fish for the next three hours as if nothing had ever happened. And he and his buddy NEVER talked about it again.
Bruce to this day cannot figure out why he didn’t, firstly pull out his gun in case the creature attacked, and secondly he can’t figure out why he didn’t follow the creature’s trail afterwards, and thirdly why he just stood there like nothing ever happened.
The whole thing troubles Bruce to no end. And to a man who takes any type of confrontation very seriously and reacts with the utmost male bravado and violence, this was so out of character as far as his reaction to the event that day that it has troubled him ever since.
When doing some research, I stumbled on this gem on a discussion board by someone identifying himself as Norman, from 2015.
But some of the encounter is very interesting. When he’s talking about his uncle feeling frozen and confused, curious why he wouldn’t/couldn’t reach for his gun or move to do any type of defense like they whammied him.
Lots of witnesses describe this same reaction. Is it fear or is it a type of mind control?
What do you think? Frozen with fear or mind control?