Little Wolf…

“Little Wolf is my spirit guide; he keeps me safe and loyal.
To the pack, to my family, to my tribe;
We hunt together, moon father and I.
Moon mother watches over the pups that sleep.
While we hunt so we all can eat
I am sure the pup dreams of his time to hunt
But our pup watcher is hypervigilant.
One snapped twig, and she’s ready to fight to the death.
Because no one’s aloud to disturb the pups rest
Father Moon gives me the nod
And now the hunt is on until the dawn
I am the wolf now, we are the wolves now
Listen closely for my howl
Husband, Johnny…I hear faintly from the door
It’d time for you two to wake up now
You can be the wolves no more
It’s morning now your hunt is through
And you have work and wolf school to go too
So kiss that baby brother
Quick, come here now and kiss your mother
I will keep an eye on your sleepingbrother while you’re gone
And I’ll count the minutes while I wait for you to return “


Poem by me


Stunning photography by William Hacker

Bigfoot in the News…NorCal

Art by Steve Baxter

Jack Dover’s Bigfoot Sighting, 1880s

In the January 1887 Del Norte Record the following article told of a close encounter with Bigfoot, then called Wild Man, in the area between Marble Mountain and Happy Camp. The experiencer, Mr. Jack Dover, was considered an upstanding and trustworthy citizen with a high credibility factor.

I do not remember to have seen any references to the ‘Wild Man’ which haunts this part of the country, so I shall allude to him briefly.

Not a great while since, Mr. Jack Dover, one of our most trustworthy citizens, while hunting saw an object standing one hundred and fifty yards from the bushes.

The thing was of gigantic size – about seven feet high – with a bull-dog head, short ears and long hair; it was also furnished with a beard, and was free from hair on such parts of its body as is common among men.

Its voice was shrill, or soprano, and very human, like that of a woman in great fear. Mr. Dover could not see its foot-prints as it walked on hard soil.

He aimed his gun at the animal, or whatever it is, several times, but because it was so human would not shoot.

The range of the curiosity is between Marble Mountain and the vicinity of Happy Camp. A number of people have seen it and all agree in their descriptions except that some make it taller than others. It is apparently herbivorous and makes winter quarters in some of the caves of Marble Mountain.”

– found in The Hermit of the Siskiyous by L.W. Musick

https://activenorcal.com/a-history-of-bigfoot-sightings-in-northern-california/

http://The Hermit of Siskiyou or Swice-Old Man https://www.amazon.com/dp/1110909756/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_i_B0B5VASVAJ8TSBE0HT86

Steve Baxter Art:

https://flic.kr/p/2mNydRr

Melon Heads…

Sketch above from eyewitness reports…

Whenever I think of Melon Heads my mind pictures the Garbage Pail Kids. These are one of the least covered cryptids out there.

There are a few states out there that can lay a claim to these warm and fuzzy cryptids. Michigan, Ohio and Connecticut.

This version of their origins is from the great state of Connecticut. Here is the history of them according to the lore on Wikicheatia…

“The melon heads are descendants of a Colonial-era family from Shelton-Trumbull who were banished after accusations of witchcraft were made against them causing them to retreat to the woods. This variation attributes the appearance of the melon heads to inbreeding. Melon Heads allegedly prey upon humans who wander into their territory.”

I chose that tale because you know I love the history of the colonists. I can almost see this situation happenings. Many early settlements banished people and families from their settlements, it was the worst punishment because you would most likely starve or freeze to death. It’s the unthinkable taboo, but to survive they may have had to make some desperate choices.

Inbreeding could also happen amongst the banished with just a few others maybe that have also been banished. As far as cannibalism goes, they already have proof that the Jamestown Settlement had practiced cannibalism in their desperate hours before they all disappeared. Maybe when they disappeared they become melon heads too.

Moving on to the melon head tales of Ohio. From Wikipedia…

The melon heads are primarily associated with the Cleveland suburb of Kitkland. According to local lore, the melon heads were originally orphans under the watch of a mysterious figure known as Dr. Crow (sometimes spelled Crowe, Krohe or Kroh or known as Dr. Melonhead. Crow is said to have performed unusual experiments on the children, who developed large, hairless heads and malformed bodies. Some accounts claim that the children were already suffering from hydrocephalus, and that Crow injected even more fluid into their brains.

Eventually, the legend continues, the children killed Crow, burned the orphanage, and retreated to the surrounding forests and supposedly feed on babies.

And lastly the lore from Michigan. Again from Wikipedia…

The melon heads of Michigan are said to reside around Felt Mansion, although they have also been reportedly seen in southern forested areas of Ottawa County. According to one story, they were originally children with hydrocephalus who lived at the Junction Insane Asylum near Felt Mansion. The story explains that, after enduring physical and emotional abuse, they became feral and were released into the forests surrounding the asylum. The Allegan County historical Society asserts that the asylum never existed, although it was at one point a prison; however, the story has been part of the local folklore for several decades.

We know most lore has some kernel of truth in there, and all these tales have a similar theme. People abandoned, banished or runaways from society who fled to the forest. If you came upon these people in the forest you would be alarmed. If they were tortured in an asylum or infirm in some way maybe even with birth defects their appearance may be unsettling to say the least.

Did they become cannibals to survive a harsh winter? They most likely would. We have never known the harshness these people suffered through. Do I believe these melon beads are a cryptid? I’m going to say no. To many stories can be easily explained like above but when I’m visiting these states and wandering their forests I’ll keep my open…just in case.

Felt Mansion/FeltMansion.Org

Articles of note..

https://www.clickondetroit.com/features/2017/01/18/the-legend-of-the-michigan-melon-heads/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melon_heads

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocephalus

https://www.newenglandhistoricalsociety.com/the-melon-heads-of-connecticut/

https://www.wkyc.com/article/life/holidays/halloween/3news-investigates-melon-heads-kirtland/95-31c66168-e6b3-4348-a7c6-7a34127b19eb

Pictures from Google Common

Let All The Negativity Be Forgot…

“I know how much we wished and needed that 2021 ball to drop
We all hoped and prayed the covid and negativity would stop
But a glittering ball, a symbol, won’t do the trick
This is all humanities job to fix
We have to want peace
and make it so
Forget your other resolutions,
they have to go
Who cares if your thin
if you’re never happy
Who needs to plan to travel more
When covid has you laid up on the floor
Your inner peace will come
When we treat everyone like one
We are all the same on this big rock
And I’m happy to wear a mask and help stop the virus’s clock
Who would know if you bad day,
if that’s how treat people everyday anyway
Smile, live, love, laugh
Kick this negativity in the ass
I don’t care if your democratic or republican, hunter or vegan
You’re a human being and so am I
And I’ll do whatever I have to, to make sure you don’t die
I’ll also smile and
I’ll help you if you fall
If you ring I’ll answer your call
Afterwards my heart too
will feel ten foot tall
My soul is at rest
When I know I’ve done my best
I’ve treated you
how I would like to be
Open your eyes and see
See us as we are
And set yourself a higher bar
I know it’s hard to began,
hard to see through it all
But all of this starts with us
Not that big glittery ball”


Poem be me, copyright 12/21


Happy New Year everyone, and remember, let all the negative be forgot, I’m happy to be here with all of you on this big beautiful rock…
And may this be humanity’s best….

Do you Hear what I Hear…

Do you hear what I hear?

A howl, a howl. Deeper than a growl,

That will make you run for a mile,

Yes it will make you go running for a mile…

Do you see what I see?

A bear a bear I think I saw a bear

Standing straight with hair everywhere

Yes, he’s standing straight with hair everywhere

Do you smell what I smell?

A smell. A smell

That could make you faint as well

So strong you’d have to move right along

Yes so strong you’ll be running right along

Do you hear what I hear?

A crack. A crack I heard a branch crack

Who could make a sound like that?

Yes who could make a branch crack like that?

Do you feel what I feel?

The stare. The stare…

Coming from over there,

Yes coming from way over there

Yes there is something definitely standing over there…

Do you know what I know?

Bigfoot is real. Yes he’s really really real

And he’s standing right over there

And it’s definitely not a freakin bear…

Listen to what I know…

He’s real. He’s real

It’s quite a big deal

And he’s standing out here in the snow

And you better be ready to believe if you go…

Just some holiday fun. Have a great Christmas Eve!

Lady of the Forest…

And she came with her siren song

“And she comes to us singing her siren song

To lure us out to the trees one by one

This lady of the forest

Is no true lady at all

She has a tail we can’t mention

And her back was made of bark and hollow

The men come back with no energy to stand

They are so weak now they can’t lift a hand

Oh how do we resist this siren foe

When she comes at night

Standing there baring all near the campfire glow

We’re doomed because there is nothing else we can see,

Nothing else we can know…”

I hope everyone is having a great Monster Monday, this monster, The Huldra or Lady of the Forest is from Swedish folklore,

She tempts men to the woods and drains them of their energy. She is said to have a tail and a hollow bark back.

Have an awesome evening…

My Weird Experiences From the Woods #1 Orbs…

Once in the Freetown Forest, I had an overwhelming feeling that I wasn’t alone. I felt overwhelmed and nauseous. I want to state though, that I didn’t feel threatened, just overwhelmed. My sister snapped a pic of me that moment and got a shot of me surrounded by light with a weird clear orb near my face. (Many have seen this pic already but I’ll include here again).


I didn’t see that as it was happening, I just knew something was happening. People report strange sightings of light in the woods all over the world. And often times it is followed by, or before a bigfoot sighting, and on some occasions a UFO sighting.
Every camp in the high strangeness community has different theories as to why this phenomenon could be happening. Bigfoot is an alien, the orbs are alien. You get the idea. And really? We don’t know what’s happening. We just know something odd is happening.


If we leave out the “bigfoot is an alien” part. There is something that possibly ties all three together without the bigfoot is a flesh and bone camp and bigfoot is inter dimensional camp going at it. May even be tolerable to the Ufologists as well.
If we believe that we aren’t the only intelligent life in the universe, and we believe to that they are studying us, why would they not also be studying bigfoot? He’s a life form on this rock too is he not? Maybe the orbs in the forest ARE coming from a ufo and they are checking out the big guy too, maybe snatching up one or two of them. And while all of the insanity is happening here comes the bigfoot researcher wandering through the forest at night as he/she always does and walks right into this melee.
It is possible all could be seen together…at the same… in the same spot. This is one of the reason I never brush anyone or anything off as crazy.
And In just my final little say on what one kind of orb or light could be is, there is so much energy on this planet from life forces. So much life and death happening daily. That energy, I feel could present itself as an orb or light. Does that sound crazy to you?


Have a great Monday everyone…


Art by Steve Baxter

You can see his work and contact him here…

https://mysteriesillustrated.art/sasquatch

Photos are my own


Insane thoughts by me for another weird thing I’ve found in the woods….

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

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,”

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The Childress Index

Childress, Texas

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