SKUNK APE:Police and wildlife officials comb the Everglades for evidence of an alleged “skunk ape” which a local man claimed to have hit with his automobile. The man said the unclothed being ran away into the ‘glades after being hit. No evidence was found to back up the fact that such an animal exists. “Skunk Ape’- Is It Real ? Nell Jones has come to love every creature in southern Florida’s Everglades after living among them for 18 years. She’d probably love the “skunk ape,” too, if there is one. Two small poodles, a large dog, a raccoon and a opossum get a daily feeding from her hand, living off her belief that there is ‘”nothing out here that won’t love you if you let it.” That’s why she is upset that reports of an eight-foot tall skunk ape have moved from central Florida’s Cypress Swamp to the area she calls home. “I believe this is a big, old, funny joke,” said Mrs. Jones, 52, who operates a fish camp, just south of where a sighting of the legendary creature was reported two days ago. “There is nothing out here but just things that you could love if you could get a-hold of them—or that won’t love you if you let them,” Mrs. Jones said. In the predawn hours Wednesday a motorist traveling along the nearby highway said he saw one twice and even hit one with his car, the dark, hairy creature that previously has been reported-sighted around the west central part of the state, near Brooksville and in The Big Cypress Swamp. The police who combed the area on foot and on halftrack Wednesday and again before dawn Thursday failed to turn up any evidence that any such creature had been in the area, although a patrolman reported seeing a huge silhouette and another said there were trampled bushes and uprooted trees in an area of the swamps. One believer in the legendary creature, Robert Morgan, is an active member of the American Yeti Expedition, an affiliate of the National Wildlife Federation. Morgan, who joined policemen in their investigation Wednesday, said the so-called skunk ape is a member of the Yeti family that includes the reported “Abomniable Snowman of the Himalayas.” He said “hunters and children alike have seen the Creature…”
CLIPPED FROM Panama City News-Herald Panama City, Florida 11 Jan 1974, Fri • Page 1 Art by Soule Designs
The latest search for Bigfoot was triggered by tlhe finding of apparently human hair near huge, man-like footprints near St. Helens. Robert W. Morgan, director of the American- Yeti said hair was from a search of his camp Monday that The hair was near where giant footprints were found about a month ago by tracker in a dense forest.
The trackers were on a trail when they came upon a small stream As they started to cross the creek, they noticed a very fresh scuff mark on a moss-covered rock.
That was where the hair strands were found. Morgan said the tracker spotted huge man-like footprints nearby as well. The prints were up stream about 20 yards then circled back near the other tracks before the trail just disappeared. “That’s exactly the movement a primate would make if it was wishing to observe without not being observed,” Morga suggested. ‘I’m not saying it was Bigfoot, but it’s unlikely that a barefooted human would go running around in that area, if it was a human, why would he want to hide from two other humans?” Mary Joe Florey, a microbiologist from Portland, Ore., examined the hair and concluded it was human, most probably from an ankle or leg,. Morgan said analysis of the hair will continue, – including comparison with hair he found two years ago on a fence near spot where deer had been savagely killed and also where other large footprints had been discovered. ‘If it was a Bigfoot, then it opens up many new doors,’ said Morgan, who has led group of scientists and trackers; this summer in a search for the creature. “It’s something we’re very excited about.” He said, the hunt for a Bigfoot will continue in the south western -Washington area “until the snow flies”.
ON a clear spring morning last year in the woods a dozen miles north of Newton in Sussex County, two men were examining a swamp made by a beaver dam when growls shattered the quiet. Across the swamp water, 150 feet away, two dogs were fighting with something that was partly submerged.
“It seemed like the dogs were trying to push the thing under,” Irving Raser, one Of the men, recounted some months later. “I couldn’t tell whether it was an animal, but it wasn’t a deer because it had dark hair. It was big, but it wasn’t a bear, either. I could see that.”
The men shouted and the dogs backed off, giving the creature time to work its way to dry land, where it stood up on two legs. It was then that Mr. Raser, a Layton resident, and his companion, Charles Ames of Flatbrookville, got a good look at the animal, and they were astonished by what they saw.
“It was about six feet tall.” Mr. Raser said. “It weighed 250 to 300 pounds, and it was covered with long, brown heir. It had a flat face with deep‐set eyes, and the palms of its hands were hairless; if I didn’t know better, I’d have said it was a man dressed up in e monkey suit.”
The animal screamed at the dogs, making a fierce sound that Mr. Raser had never heard before, even though he has hunted nearly every game animal in the eastern woods. It whacked its hand loudly against small maple tree to keep. the dogs at bay, and it continued to roar, all the time keeping an eye on the two men.
After a half‐hour or more, the men jumped into their pickup truck and hurried to the nearby Hainesville barracks of the state police. They returned shortly, accompanied by two state troopers armed with shotguns. Neither the dogs nor the animal were in sight. The spot where the animal had stood was inaccessible because of surrounding deep water; close by, the troopers found the carcass of a deer.
In their subsequent report, the police said that the men had apparently seen two dogs fighting the deer. The strange animal they had described must have been a mistake, the report concluded.
Page 10 Saturday, November 26, 1977 FARWEST The BISMARCK TRIBUNE…. By MARK KINDERS Farwest Editor
‘ LITTLE EAGLE, S.D.-Many in this remote hamlet on Standing Rock Indian Reservation are convinced they are invaded by several Bigfoot. And they are afraid. Since early September Sasquatch or Bigfoot have haunted the thick scrub cottonwoods that surround and fill Little Eagle’s scattered townsite of 60 residents. Twenty-eight sightings have been made in the last two and one-half months, according to Gary Alexander, whose general store serves as headquarters for the ensuing Bigfoot hunt. Observations have come at all times of the day and night, from the southern edge of town along the meandering Grand River to the steep bluffs to the north, with the creatures viewed from as far away as 150 yards and up to 10-feet away during a “confrontation.”
Little Eagle is not alone. The reservation towns of Timber Lake, Trail City and Eagle Butte to the south, along with Cannonball and Solen to the north also advise of Bigfoot sightings. GETTING TOO close a view of Bigfoot for comfort was LeMar Chasing Hawk, who lives on the outskirts of Little Eagle. The frequency of sightings in such a short time span at Little Eagle has attracted nationwide attention from professional and amateur phenomena researchers alike. Likewise, an anthropologist from the University of Nebraska at Omaha, although twice delayed by winter snowstorms, has promised to visit the site. When he arrives the Nebraskan will have a number of photographs and castings of footprints as well as Bigfoot droppings from near Solen to study, along with a slew of eyewitnesses to interview, “enough to fill a busload.. .two busloads”. Among them is LeMar Chasing Hawk, who was “confronted” by a Bigfoot lurking 10 feet away from him. Chasing Hawk, who has carried a rifle as protection ever since, relates it was about 10:15 p.m. on a September night when the incident occurred. He was on a pathway bordered by scrub bushes just outside his back yard at the fringe of town as he returned home from a nearby card game. “I heard a noise by my side and turned to look when I saw something between some bushes stand up.” It was Bigfoot, Chasing Hawk asserts. While he was close enough to touch it, Chasing Hawk can only describe the animal as about nine feet tall and weighing over 600 ; pounds. “I didn’t stay around long enough to find out what it looked like,” he explains. “I turned around and ran for home and didn’t look back.”
Chasing Hawk’s consternation over the event is shared by many of Little Eagle’s residents who are moving out of town until the J- J Hawk passed within 10 feet of the creature along a shrub shrouded pathway. He has carried a rifle for protection ever since. situation dies down, including Rev. Angus Long Elk. Long Elk, a Little Eagle resident for the last five years, left his home and the trim, white clapboard church along the Grand River for the safety of McLaughlin, fourteen miles to the north. “I couldn’t stand its running around shrieking all night,” he says of Bigfoot’s heralded coyote-like screaming noise. “It was doing it all the time. And about two weeks ago my wife saw it at night while she was down by the river. She’s been afraid ever since and wanted to leave.”
Bigfoot descriptions have been similar, according to Alexander. Generally, the creatures have been determined to be between six to nine feet tall and weighing from 600 to 900 pounds. Alexander, who has not seen a Bigfoot, says one of the larger animals is reported to be dark in color and the other light. A third Bigfoot reportedly is smaller, he says, at about six feet tall and 400 pounds. Although not all three have been seen at the same time, during one incident two of the animals were seen by hunters simultaneous to other searchers seeing a third creature at a different location. Alexander said searchers have been working each night in four to six-man squads on stake-outs throughout the town and close in on Bigfoot once they hear a tell-tale shriek.
Alexander is convinced the incidents are legitimate. “When we’ve found tracks in a row, the stride has been six to seven feet apart. It would take three men on stilts to make them and get lhat deep an impression.” Likewise, he can see no reason why someone would attempt to deliberately frighten the townspeople. He notes there are no known mineral deposits or other riches in the area. And if there were a clandestine discovery he says the land is held in trust by the Sioux tribe rather than individuals who might be scared into leaving. “If it was a person doing that we’d have caught him by now.”
Although authorities have asked the hunters not to carry weapons for fear of injuring each other, many still continue to do so. One argues: “We’re not out to hurt it. We’re all carrying .22 caliber rifles or .22 caliber magnums. We poor Indians can’t afford anything bigger than that.” Bigfoot pursuing teams also are armed with tranquilizer guns in an attempt to immobilize the animal. Since the proper dose is not known, though, Alexander said if the creature isn’t drugged “we’ll shoot him in the leg, a place that will stop him but that will mend easily.” No conclusive reason has been offered for the sudden materialization of the animal. Theories have followed those common to Bigfoot phenomenon in other states: they are throwbacks to cavemen; the animals are curious about man’s activities; they “want” women and children; are demonic creatures or the devil incarnate, or are “from outer space.”
Attempts to document Bigfoot’s existence have taken a serious turn. Ed Meller, an unemployed gravel hauler and oil products distributor, has set up a mobile camper equipped with a tape recording system and manned by up to eight people on Chasing Hawk’s property. Meller has discovered a number of curiosities about Bigfoot’s behaviour that are typical according to Milton LaSalle, a New York State soils engineer who has studied Bigfoot sightings on the East and West coasts the past 20 years and traveled to Little Eagle last week. Among Meller’s findings were that Bigfoot has a tendency to “sneak” around on all fours when the animal feels threatened instead of walking erect. Of greater interest, though, is Meller and others say they have heard Bigfoot attempt to mimic the human voice. “They sound a lot like a coyote, but they can give you any sound they want you to hear,” he contends. He describes the vocalizing attempts as “chattering” altough he claims Bigfoot has successfully only said the word “Hey.” ‘ notes that such abilities by Bigfoot have been rarely experienced and are not documented as fact, but ha ve been reported of the animal in the past as well as of his third cousins, Mono Grande of the South American Andes Mountains range and the Yeti of the Himalayas. Meller attributes his success to the fact Bigfoot “is pretty nosy. Anything that goes on he just has to see.” The animal showed up at the van two weeks ago Saturday and two of them appeared twice about 4 a.m. last Wednesday, Meller says. About a dozen women and children set up a campfire and held a party to lure Bigfoot close to the van. Meanwhile, an eight-track stereo was turned up all the way with recordings of female vocalists. “We had a couple (Bigfoot) crawling around behind and on side of us, about 50 yards away,” illuminated by the campfire and yard light. Meller said one of the creatures was black with a beige mantle across his chest and shoulders. The other was pure black. He said they appeared to be “sneaking”. “They crouched so low in the brush that you could just barely see their outlines.” i . :’ THIS PLASTER cast of a Bigfoot track was lifted from along the Grand River. Bigfoot researcher Milton LaSalle says it is typical of Bigfoot tracks, showing the double-ball behind the big toe common to the creature.
GARY ALEXANDER’S Little Eagle Trading Post has served as headquarters for Bigfoot searchers. REV. ANGUS LONG ELK: “I got tired of it shrieking all night. My wife saw it down by the river two weeks ago and wanted to move.” The toe imprints, though, are smaller than those found in the Pacific Northwest. The track measures about 18 inches long by eight inches across. ( Xlv’ V X R4 I SB” ‘ww GARY ALEXANDER: “If it was a hoax we’d have caught whoever it was by now.” He explains: “They knew we had firearms they were sneaking. But we could tell what they were with binoculars.” Meller said one eyewitness described them as having “long fingers”. Meller said on a previous occasion he saw they had “red, glowing eyes”. “We’ve got some phenomena around here that the world just won’t believe,” Meller shakes his head and bemusedly adds. However, he refuses to say why he thinks the Bigfoot is invading Little Eagle. “We have an idea what it is, but no comment. It’s way beyond your wildest imagination. We’ve got proof of what it is, but there are a lot of people who don’t believe us now when we say that Bigfoot is here.” He adds the creature has been around Little Eagle for several years now. “There were sightings before, or people now know the shrieks they heard previously weren’t from coyotes. They didn’t believe it was Bigfoot then.” LaSalle, the only Bigfoot enthusiast of substantial experience to visit the community, is convinced that something is going on there. “There are far too many witnesses involved in the various sitings for it to be rigged. The sightings are conclusive that it doesn’t fit the description of any wildlife native to the area. It’s not a bear, either, that I’m certain of.”
LaSalle says there is “some question in my mind whether the long distance sightings actually were of Bigfoot. But the other close up eyewitnesses seemed quite sincere and honest in their stories. I would say that at least a portion of the sightings are genuine.” Noting that many sightings took place within 25 yards and up to three minutes in duration, LaSalle thinks it would be impossible for someone to be hoaxing the community. “With animals that stand up to 10-or 11-feet tall, it would require a drastic costume that over a long sighting period would be eventually seen to be a quite obvious fake. “But with the ‘smaller’ Bigfoot, the 6-foot one, it could be a fake. It’s the size of a man, and it is quite possible that someone is pulling a hoax in that case.” LaSalle also feels that Meller’s tapes and castings made of the Bigfoot tracks are “either genuine or very good fakes.”
The footprint castings found by the river measuring 18 inches long by eight inches across the ball of the foot “are about what I expect,” LaSalle says. The tracks show a double-balled big toe typical of Bigfoot tracks, and do not show an opposable toe that large apes use for 4 rv-W 4 sm Pt ED MELLER: “We’ve got some kind of phenomena down here that the world just won’t believe.” grasping, but not a common Bigfoot characteristic. The toe size of Little Eagle’s Bigfoot is “smaller than normal,” he adds. LaSalle is not bothered by the fact the sightings only recently began to occur. He notes that there have been a rash of sightings in the last few months across the United States, at California, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Florida, Texas, Minnesota, Utah, the Dakotas and British Columbia, in some instances where Bigfoot has not been reported before. Nevertheless, LaSalle won’t conclusively agree that Bigfoot has inhabited the Little Eagle area: “I won’t says it’s a Bigfoot, not until 1 see it myself.” Whether the townspeople will be able to track down and capture a Bigfoot remains to be seen. It is unknown whether last week’s heavy snowfall on the Indian Reservation will aid the search. There are conflicting opinions as to whether the Bigfoot hibernates. LaSalle thinks the hominids “hole up” and ride out a storm until it is safe to move about again.
Whether the searchers will interfere with each other’s efforts also remains to be seen. Several sources have been critical of the THE REMOTE Grand River bordering Little Eagle has regularly produced Bigfoot footprints that have shown a 6 to 7-foot stride. i urn A LONNIE MAXNOR: “People are. tearing around all hours of the night, and shooting off guns and making noise…” Bigfoot chasers with hints that some stalking it are under the influence of marijuana, that others are treating it as a lark and frightening the creature away when “capture” opportunities look good, or that evidence that may provide clues as to the animal’s habits are being destroyed. Moreso, local residents are wary of some , residents who have been periodically firing their weapons at night, either at alleged Bigfoot or to lure it to the town by the disturbance. Also, some stalking the phenomena are keeping at the hunt for extensive periods, up to two days without sleep, manning stake-outs at night and searching for Bigfoot lairs in the daytime. And at least one resident who thinks the whole idea of a Bigfoot is ridiculous thinks the search is a nuisance. Lonnie Maxnor, 70, complains “pickup trucks are tearing around all hours of the night, people are shooting off guns and making noise.” Still, he notes, “a lot of my neighbors are afraid of what’s happening, and a lot of them are leaving town or talking about going.”
The nails were not like a bear’s, but short and heavy like a man’s finger nails are. Its eyes were not light and large but small and black like a bear’s. You couldn’t see any knotted, corded muscles. This animal seemed almost round. It was as deep through as it was wide, and I believe if this animal should have been seven feet tall, it would have weighed close to 500 pounds. We have got to get away from the idea of comparing it to a human being as we know them.”
Report # 1083 (Class A) Submitted by John Green on Saturday, January 1, 2000.
William Roe account — Highway worker has lengthy sighting at close range & records much detail
LOCATION DETAILS: Five miles up Mica Mountain near an old deserted mine
OBSERVED: Ever since I was a small boy back in the forest of Michigan I have studied the lives and habits of wild animals. Later, when I supported my family in northern Alberta by hunting and trapping I spent many hours just observing the wild things. They fascinated me. But the most incredible experience I ever had with a wild creature occurred near a little town called Tete Jaune Cache, British Columbia, about eighty miles west of Jasper, Alberta.
I had been working on the highway near Tete Jaune Cache for about two years. In October 1955, I decided to climb five miles up Mica Mountain to an old deserted mine, just for something to do. I came in sight of the mine about three o’clock in the afternoon after an easy climb. I had just come out of a patch of low brush into a clearing, when I saw what I thought was a grizzly bear, in the brush on the other side. I had shot a grizzly near that spot the year before. This one was only about 75 yards away, but I did not want to shoot it, for I had no way of getting it out. So I sat down on a small rock and watched, my rifle in my hands.
I could just see the top of the animal’s head and the top of one shoulder. A moment later it raised up and stepped out into the opening. Then I saw that it was not a bear.
This drawing of the animal William Roe saw was done by his daughter under his direction. This, to the best of my recollection, is what the creature looked like and how it acted as it came across the clearing directly towards me. My first impression was of a huge man, about six feet tall, almost three feet wide and probably weighing somewhere near 300 pounds. It was covered from head to foot with dark brown, silver-tipped hair. But as it came closer I saw by its breasts that it was a female. And yet, its torso was not curved like a female’s. Its broad frame was straight from shoulder to hip. Its arms were much thicker than a man’s arms, and longer, reaching almost to its knees. Its feet were broader proportionately than a man’s, about five inches wide at the front and tapering to much thinner heels. When it walked it placed the heel of its foot down first, and I could see the grey-brown skin or hide on the soles of its feet.
It came to the edge of the bush I was hiding in, within twenty feet of me, and squatted down on its haunches. Reaching out its hands it pulled the branches of bushes toward it and stripped the leaves with its teeth. Its lips curled flexibly around the leaves as it ate. I was close enough to see that its teeth were white and even.
The shape of this creature’s head somewhat resembled a negro’s. The head was higher at the back than at the front. The nose was broad and flat. The lips and chin protruded farther than its nose. But the hair that covered it, leaving bare only the parts of the face around the mouth, nose and ears, made it resemble an animal as much as a human. None of its hair, even on the back of its head, was longer than an inch, and that on its face was much shorter. Its ears were shaped like a human’s ears. But its eyes were small and black like a bear’s. And its neck was unhuman. Thicker and shorter than any man’s I had ever seen.
As I watched this creature, I wondered if some movie company was making a film at this place and that what I saw was an actor made up to look partly human and partly animal. But as I observed it more I decided it would be impossible to fake such a specimen. Anyway, I learned later that there was no such company near that area. Nor, in fact, did anyone live up Mica Mountain, according to the people who lived in Tete Jaune Cache.
Finally, the wild thing must have got my scent, for it looked directly at me through an opening in the brush. A look of amazement crossed its face. It looked so comical at the moment I had to grin. Still in a crouched position, it backed up three or four steps, then straightened up to its full height and started to walk rapidly back the way it had come. For a moment it watched me over its shoulder as it went, not exactly afraid, but as though it wanted no contact with anything strange.
The thought came to me that if I shot it, I would possibly have a specimen of great Interest to scientists the world over. I had heard stories about the Sasquatch, the giant hairy Indians that live in the legends of British Columbia Indians, and also, many claim, are still in fact alive today. Maybe this was a Sasquatch, I told myself.
I levelled my rifle. The creature was still walking rapidly away, again turning its head to look in my direction. I lowered the rifle. Although I have called the creature “it,” I felt now that it was a human being and I knew I would never forgive myself if I killed it.
Just as it came to the other patch of brush it threw back its head and made a peculiar noise that seemed to be half laugh and half language, and which I can only describe as a kind of whinny. Then it walked from the small brush into a stand of lodgepole pine.
I stepped out into the opening and looked across a small ridge just beyond the pine to see if I could see it again. It came out on the ridge a couple of hundred yards away from me, tipped its head back again, and again emitted the only sound I had heard it make, but what this half-laugh, half-language was meant to convey, I do not know. It disappeared then, and I never saw it again.
I wanted to find out if it lived on vegetation entirely or ate meat as well, so I went down and looked for signs. I found it in five different places, and although I examined it thoroughly, could find no hair or shells of bugs or insects. So I believe it was strictly a vegetarian.
I found one place where it had slept for a couple of nights under a tree. Now, the nights were cool up the mountain, at this time of year especially, and yet it had not used a fire. I found no sign that it possessed even the simplest of tools. Nor a single companion while in this place.
Whether this creature was a Sasquatch I do not know. It will always remain a mystery to me, unless another one is found. I hereby declare the above statement to be in every part true, to the best of my powers of observation and recollection.
Sworn before William Clark, a Commissioner for Oaths in and for the Province of Alberta.
Follow-up investigation report by BFRO Investigator John Green:
In addition to the information in this sworn statement, Mr. Roe made the following remarks regarding the sasquatch in a letter:
“The nails were not like a bear’s, but short and heavy like a man’s finger nails are. Its eyes were not light and large but small and black like a bear’s. You couldn’t see any knotted, corded muscles. This animal seemed almost round. It was as deep through as it was wide, and I believe if this animal should have been seven feet tall, it would have weighed close to 500 pounds. We have got to get away from the idea of comparing it to a human being as we know them.”
I never did meet Mr. Roe and I knew very little about him, but in 1969 on a trip across Canada I met two zoologists in different cities who had corresponded with him concerning his observations of buffalo. They b
I’m watching the Hulu documentary Sasquatch right now, which so far has been pretty interesting, and got me thinking how many times has Sasquatch or Bigfoot been the named suspect or unwilling catalyst of a crime? Anywhere from he stole my homework to major crime he’s made a fairly good suspect for the “prove I’m lying” theory.
In the Hulu documentary he is blamed for savage murders in the Squatch and pot farm capital of the US. But, what other types of incidents has his name been dragged through the mud on? I found this gem digging around this morning.
According to NewsOn6.com in Oregon, Rogers County Sheriff’s deputies arrived at the scene of a shooting to learn the suspected shooter and the shootee had been on a Sasquatch hunt when one man heard a “barking noise,” which frightened him – as one might expect when one is hunting large, hairy, mythical creatures in the dead of night – which caused him to jerk and shoot his friend in the back.
This guy is using the new “Sasquatch scared the shit out of me” defense. It’s actually a pretty good plan, an accident, it was an just an “accident”. Everyone has that one friend you want to go “hunting” with, right? If you’re a Bigfoot researcher you could totally use this excuse. I mean no one will ever go Bigfooting with you again, but now you don’t have to have that awkward “I don’t want to be your friend anymore” speech.
Here’s another interesting tale…
“The witness who talked to the missing man and child, went on to state that Fullmer told her he was “tripping out all night and could hear things but didn’t know what they were”; Fullmer also told her “Bigfoot had waved at them and bears paraded for [the 5-year-old boy] to keep him calm,” deputies said.
Fullmer told the witness that “they slept under a skidsteer,” and that when Fullmer and the boy were leaving the woods, he had the boy shake a tree (like Bigfoot) so they could be found, according to the complaint. The man was charged with child endangerment”
Although Bigfoot wasn’t charged with anything here, and may have actually been a hero. Dancing and prancing to Bare Necessities so the boy wouldn’t be scared, and most likely the one teaching an invaluable skill of tree shaking, he still got his hairy ass involved, however indirectly with a crime.
He’s such an easy fall guy, he makes himself a perfect target, first with that whole “Green Wall” bullshit, never ratting out another Bigfoot, or coming forward as a witness to probably hundreds of murders out there in the forest. His hiding out from us, leaves him vulnerable, and we can blame him for whatever we want.
I hope wherever he is, he can peek in a window and watch Hulu and other docs about him and maybe decide to come forward to set the story straight for all of it. Till then…
“I’m sorry officer, I know I was going a hundred, but I was trying to get away, did you see the huge ass ape thingy chasing me!’
It’s going to work too, he can’t prove it wasn’t there. 😉
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 …
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…