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Bigfoot in the News…Extraordinary Tales

THE SASQUATCH…
A Collection of Extraordinary and Weird Tales
About the Hairy Giants of Chehalis Hinterlands
As told in MacLean’s Magazine by J. W. Burns.
January 6th, 1937…

The vast mountain solitudes of British Columbia, of which but very little of it has been explored, is populated by a hairy race of giants-not ape-like men. Reports from time to time, covering a period of many years, have come from the province that hairy giants had been occasionally seen by Indians and white trappers in the mountains vastness, far from the pathway of civilization. These reports, however, were always vague and for that reason no person could be found, or, at least, nobody came forward with the information that they had obtained a close-up view of these strange creatures.

Persistent rumors led the writer to make diligent enquiries among older Indians.

The question relating to the subject was always, or nearly always, evaded with the trite excuse: “The white man don’t believe, he make joke of the Indian.” But after three years of plodding, we have come into possession of information more definite and authentic than has come to light at any

other previous time. Disregarding rumor and hearsay, we have prevailed upon men who claim they had actual close contact with these hairy giants and are willing to tell

what they know about them. Their story is set down here in good faith….here is the first witnesses account. He wishes to remain anonymous and will be referred as XY.

X Y lives on the Chehalis Reserve. I believe that he is a reliable as well as an intelligent Indian. He gave me the following thrilling

account of his experience with these people.

Encountering the Giant…

“One evening in the month of May some years ago,”

said the hero, “I was walking along the foot of the mountain about a mile from the Chehalls reserve. I thought I heard a noise something like that of a grunt nearby. Looking in the direction in which it came,

I was startled to see what I took at first sight to be a huge bear crouched upon a

boulder twenty or thirty feet away. I raised my ritle to shoot it, but, as I did the creature stood up and let out a piercing yell. It was a man-giant, no less than six feet and one-half in height, and covered with hair. He was in a rage and jumped from the boulder to the ground. I fled. but not before I felt his breath upon my cheek. I never ran so fast before or since through brush and under.

I ran toward the Statloo or Chehalis river. Toward where my dugout was. From time to time I looked over my shoulder. The giant was quickly overtaking me, only a few feet separated us; another look and the distance measured to be less than fifty-

then the Chehalis river was there and in a moment it shot across the stream to the opposite bank. The swift river. however.

did not in the least daunt the giant for he began to wade it immediately. “I arrived home almost worn out from running and

felt sick. Taking an anxious look around the

house, I was relieved to find the wife and children inside. I bolted the door and barricaded it with everything at hand. Then with my rifle ready I stood near the door

and awaited his coming.”

X added that if he had not been so much excited he could easily have shot the giant when he began to wade the river.

“After an anxious waiting of twenty minutes.” resumed the Indian. “I heard a noise approaching like the trampling

of a horse. I looked through a crack in the old wall. It was the giant. Darkness’

had not yet set in and I had a good look at him. Except that he was covered with hair and twice the bulk of the average man, there was nothing to distinguish him from

the rest of us. He pushed, against the wall of the old house with such force it shook back and forth. The old cedar shook and timber creaked and groaned so much under the strain that I was afraid that it

would fall down and kill us. I whispered to the old woman to take the children under the bed.” The Indian pointed out what remained of the old house in which he lived at the time, explaining that the giant treated it so roughly that it had to be abandoned the following winter. “After

prowling and grunting like an animal around the house continued the Indian. “he went

away. We were glad, for the children and the wife were uncomfortable under the old bedstead.

Next morning I found his tracks in the mud around the house, the biggest of either man or beast I had ever seen. The tracks measured twenty two Inches in length, but narrow in proportion to their length.”

To be continued….

There are a few things I loved about this article over others. I liked that the witness called it a man giant and specifically mentioned it wasn’t an ape.

I was happy to read that the author of original article was looking for someone he found credible. Followed up by going to see the cabin and the area for himself. This was 1937, this was BBF, my new new term for anytime before he was named bigfoot officially.

This man wanted to remain nameless so he was t looking for any fame or fortune. This is a long article with a few encounters, so I’ll post another part tomorrow morning.

Have a great Saturday morning!

Sasquatch in the News…The Great Struggle

Although I have a lovely picture above of theee two strong marvelous creatures fishing together, this encounter is not a friendly one…

HARRISON MILLS, Feb. 23 A terrific battle a fight for life of prodigious strength matched against savage ferocity between a hairy giant of the Sasquatch and a huge bear, which after ten minutes of wild struggle, fury and rage, ended in the strangling of bruin when the wild man of the Chehalis hinterlands crushed the life out of him. The story of this unusual drama of the wilderness was told by three Harrison River Indians who were spectators of the singular incident one evening last week as they were walking along the Chehalis river close to the canyon

. “It was a skookum (strong) fight, ugh’, ugh’,” said Jimmy Craneback, one of the. trio of spectators, “and as no one of our little party had ever seen a hairy giant of the Sasquatch in a fight before, I’m telling you we got the biggest kick of our life. It was a hair – raising fight between savage and brute.” Asked how they came to witness the unusual battle, Jimmy said, “We were on our way home after an all – day unsuccessful hunt in the Chehalis mountains. We had just crossed the government road at the Chehalis river a mile or so north of the Indian village, when all at once we heard a roar in the forest ahead of us that shook the firs and cedars around and startled the crows and bluejays from their roost. We stopped to listen. Down the old trail ahead of us we could hear groans, growls, thuds and the snap and crack of rotten branches as If old Nick himself had gone off his noodle and was running amuck through the dark forest,” The hunter said that they were not afraid for their own safety as each of them carried a rifle. “But we were worried,” went on Jimmy, “that some old woman of the Chehalis might be in the forest digging roots for baskets and was being mauled by a bear, for bear at this time of the year are lean, vicious and hungry. “In silence we loaded our rifles hurriedly. “Fifty yards or so down the wooded trail we came upon a sight that made our eyes pop. In awe we stopped dead in our tracks. In the fading twilight and shadowy forest we first thought we were looking on two bears fighting each other to the death.

As we stood beside a log twenty yards away we could see the great struggle of strength. There was a crunching of bones as the monsters in their rage came to grips with each other – and tumbled and tossed about in their fury on the forest floor within a few feet of the Chehalis. But there was something about one of the monsters that puzzled us.” The hunters were now so excited with this hitherto unwitnessed drama of the wilderness that they wished to see the victor of the contest before they raised their rifles. “We wouldn’t have raised our rifles when we did,” explained Jimmy, “but it looked as if they were about to roll over the bank into the river any moment and we didn’t want to lose such big game. But then we never shot, for as we raised our rifles we were startled by a yell it had in it something human and came from one of. the combatants, which to our astonished ears sounded like “poo – woo – uoo.’ ” ‘Good, gosh,’ said Ike Joe as we lowered our rifles, ‘boys its a Sasquatch and a bear we’ll take the side of the giant, its well to be on their side. He’s put up a great fight let’s step in and help him.’ ” The boys were In a sweat, but happy the Sasquatch gave a “pooh – woo,” which timely utterance had no doubt saved his life.

“Finally,” said Jimmy, “the giant got his powerful hairy arms around the bear’s neck. It must have been a hu’m – dinger of a hold for the bear began to gasp for breath, and gasping pawed the air as his tongue was hanging out. The wild man had won the fight. With a grunt he flung the carcass of the bear into the river.” Asked was the Sasquatch a big fellow, Jimmy looked surprised. “You should know,” he grinned, “that it takes more than an infant to choke the daylights out of a big bear.” It does.

The Chilliwack Progress
Chilliwack, British Columbia, Canada
Wed, Mar 02, 1938

Bigfoot in the News…Vancouver Island

A hair raising encounter with A hairy

giant, A first hand account from

an Indian, a chief’s grandson, who once came face to face with a hairy Sasquatch and barely escaped with his life, the witness is a highly respected resident of the Songhees Reserve, here is how he described the creature, “His eyes glowed like the noonday sun, and the hair on his body was like moss on the rocks. His voice sounded like the roar of a surf from a heavy sea.”

The old Indian related that in his youth he was searching for a young deer up a mountain slope. When he reached the summit there was no deer. He was about to retrace his steps when he heard a loud roar. “At first I was like a frozen man, even the rocks were trembling. I looked up and there, not far away from me was a hairy man maybe 18 feet tall. As tall as a mountain tree. He was holding the deer. I remember that my spirit animal guide was a wolf, that it made me fast, so I turned and ran like the wind, he was throwing trees at me. You can still see the trees up there on the mountain rotting.”

From the description of the mountain he gave, it is Mount Matheson, near Rocky Point. He said they have always lived on Vancouver Island, but now that it’s settled they have moved to the interior…

Excerpt from the Times Colonist, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada, 26 Apr 1957,

Bigfoot in the News…Bigfoot Primer

. . . when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Sherlock Holmes In case you haven’t noticed, it is Bigfoot season again. When the rainy season ends and the cold fronts begin to move in, the Bigfoots emerge from hiding. Already this fall, mass Bigfoot sightings have begun in Florida: a Lakeland man shot one in the Green Swamp (it got away), an Apopka security guard was scratched by one at a nursery, a hitchhiker near Belleview saw one and the smell (not the Bigfoot) knocked him down. The Suncoast is no exception: this month five were seen near Brooksville (where more Bigfoots are sighted than anywhere else in Florida). They have been sighted near S.R. 583 in Safety Harbor, on the shores of the Pithlacoo-chee River, strolling along lonely Pasco County roadways, at Little Salt Springs south of Sarasota, thrashing about in a Venice wilderness, and crossing S.R. 476 up in Citrus County. Just last Thursday, Port Richey high school student David Humphrey was chased across the Bay Boulevard bridge by one. These are real Bigfoots, now, not the ones who will be appearing at your door tonight grunting “Trick or Treat.” You hope. One never knows for sure. That’s why we have thoroughly researched the Bigfoot phenomena to prepare a sort of Bigfoot primer to aid in distinguishing the actual abominables from the hirsute heathens. How do you know a Bigfoot is nearby? One always senses the presence of a Bigfoot before it appears. A severe feeling of nausea and fright will take hold one minute before a Bigfoot appears. The fright is understandable. A scale devised by Dr. Grover Krantz (physical anthropologist at Washington State University) puts the average Bigfoot at between seven and nine feet tall. It weighs between 500 and 1,000 pounds (a 12-footer weighs 2,350 pounds) with a 5.8-inch heel breadth and four-to-six foot stride. The nausea is advance warning of the worst case of B.O. you’ll ever encounter. How do Bigfoots smell? ” Bad. Real bad. So bad, that those who have been near Bigfoots have trouble describing the odor, most settling for a combination of the following: rotten meat, skunk, rotten eggs, moldy cheese, goat dung, and burnt sul- phur. Much traveled Bigfoot author Ivan Sanderson says the smell is ciose to that emitted by the “pygmies of the Ituri Forest of the Congo Uele” (and that we smell like “boiled rabbit” to Bigfoots). Suncoast Bigfoot spotter John Sohl says it is “like being downwind from the Toytown dump.” Charles Stoekman, whose Florida Keys home is constantly plagued by Bigfoots, claims they smell “like a dog that hasn’t been bathed in a year and suddenly gets rained on.” What don’t Bigfoots like? Rain. They like rivers and swimming pools, but nix on rain. When a Bigfoot gets rained upon, it shakes its arms vigorously until they are dry. Bigfoots do not like shotguns. A New Port Richey woman saw one in her backyard and threw a bag of garbage and a cooler filled with trash at the monster. It didn’t budge. Bigfoots love garbage. But when her husband emerged with a shotgun, it was long gone. When is one safe from Bigfoots? If it is raining or you are with someone owns a shotgun. What do Bigfoots like? Tricycles. Experts don’t know why but there have been numerous reports of Bigfoots walking off with trikes. They like to eat rats (which they squash before eating), decapitated racoons and ducks (which they . . . well, you get the picture), flour pancakes and frogs of any size. Bigfoots pull the tongues out of everything they eat. Experts feel they do this because they resent not having the power of speech. Bigfoots also like fire. What is the greatest ambition of a Bigfoot’s life? To start a fire. In fact, one way of tracking a Bigfoot is looking for the piles of branches and twigs it leaves. Try as it might, a Bigfoot cannot start a fire. What is an average day in the life of a Bigfoot like? Eating, trying to start fires, running from rain, searching for tricycles. What are some other interesting facts about Bigfoots? When more than one Bigfoot are together, they walk in order of size, tallest to shortest. Bigfoots are nocturnal, omnivorous, bury their dead and hide in trenches covered by branches and leaves. They are said to be direct descen-dents of Esau, whom the Bible describes as smelling like a “field of rotten potatoes.” Is Bigfoot known by any other name? Sasquateh (NW U.S.), Skunk Ape (SE U.S.), Yeti (Himalayas), Big-Unn (Pasco County), Yequi (Tibet), Sisimito (Honduras), Shookpa (Nepal), Jacko (Rocky Mountains), Mi-Go (Bhutan), Shiru (Andes) and Gin-Sung (Central China). What do Bigfoots look like? Massive shoulders. Body covered with dark hair. V-shaped chest. The bulk is equal to a six-foot human weighing between 300 and 400 pounds. The hands are wide with long palms, short fingers and thumbs nearly the same length as fingers. Forearms are long, biceps thick, hands reach to the knees. Bigfoots have a knot on the back, no neck and a small lump of a head which resembles the peaked hump of a yak. The face is hairless but not Neanderthal, as most think. The forehead slopes only slightly, the nose is pugged with nostrils flowing into the upper lip and there is a tuft of thick hair running across the forehead. Eyes are glowing and cat-like and have been described as both hot pink and yellow. How does Bigfoot sound? The call of the Bigfoot is a high-pitched shrill bark, 10 times louder than a dog, like a coach’s whistle blown in a tunnel and amplified. It is said that baby Bigfoots are born with the sense of language but lose it by maturity since there is no one else to talk to. There are only two Bigfoot words on record “hu hu,” and “ook.” Why is it called Bigfoot? Because its feet are at least 17-inches long, calloused on the edges, have short metatarsels, an equal row of straight toes (slightly webbed), wide heels and double balls. Young Bigfoots have arched feet; older ones are flatfooted. The footprint is 3-6 times deeper than a man’s. Bigfoots often have deformed right feet, although experts cannot figure out why. What should you do if you see a Bigfoot tonight? Put a tricycle in its “hu-hu or ook” bag and Bigfoot will leave you alone.

Article from The Tampa Bay Sun from October 77

Bigfoot in the News…

The Witch Diggers…Part One

“It was nearly midnight when he started on his return over stony hills and hollows. Though he was a bold youth, he became silent as he approached the lonely valley known as Rocky Ravine. When half way through the tortuous cliff between the hills a sound attracted his attention. On his right, near tho top of the hillside, a curious figure was seen creeping from rock to rock and keeping well in the shadows. It carried something which gleamed brightly now and then as the moon’s rays fell upon it. It came nearer aud nearer the farmer, who had crouched down behind a clump of blackberry bushes, with a strange feeling of dread within him. The mysterious being animal or man approached until it reached the roadway within ten feet of the boy, when with a bound it sprang to the top of a huge boulder, where it crouched for a moment in the full glare of the moon. Frank Rose gave one look back and then shut his eyes with a gap of horror. The thing upon tho rock was a man. But what a man ! When Frank got home that night he told his story of what he had seen upon the way of a creature which, though it walked on “all fours” and was covered with hair from head to foot, carried a gleaming axe and displayed other indications of being human. It was gaunt but muscular, and had burning eyes that shone through long, fancied locks of hair. He had seen this thing but for a moment as it crouched upon a rock. Then it leaped down on the other rock , and he made his way out of the deserted valley as quickly as possible. Young Rose’s story created little agitation among the neighbors. They practical pooh-poohed it, the superstitious added it to their list of ghost tales and inwardly resolved never again to be caught in the neighborhood of Rocky Ravine after nightfall….

But the adventure was not to end so lightly. On the very next night, Henry Simon and William Downey, stock buyers, living in another county, rode within a short distance of the dreary valley, when they were astonished to hear the reverberation of a succession of blows, evidently made by some instrument of steel or iron. They tied their horses and walked up the dark ravine until they arrived at a tremendous cavity which had evidently been excavated by human hands. Twenty feet below in tho darkness some one was striking blow alter blow upon tho rocky bottom of the pit. ” What are you doing down there?”‘ shouted Simon. For answer a stone came whizzing through the air, narrowly missing Downey’s head. A big, hairy creature sprang out of the hole with a frightful yell and disappeared with surprising rapidity over the side of the hill, still carrying its steel tool, though running apparently upon four legs. The traders were Stupefied with astonishment, aud lost no time in getting out of the neighborhood.”

Excerpt from the Philadelphia Times, August 1892…

Sketch by Brandon Scolf (I think)

Bigfoot in the News #16…Ivan Marx

Tracking down Sasquatch: Man monster or myth?

Old bear tracker Ivan Marx dropped into a sagging chair and stared at the mountains through a streaked window “I really do believe there’s something out there” he said pensively “Something of a superior intelligence” Meanwhile a dozen cats bumpied against the front door begging for supper. Out back American wilderness dogs — domesticated wolves actually — restlessly awaited their feedings. So too did the various hounds chickens and geese that live on Marx’s Bear Ranch near this little logging town But Marx wasn’t anxious to tend to his stock He was pondering another creature one he’s certain is every bit as real. He swears he’s seen it And photographed it And once even lost a fight to it. It is Bigfoot sometimes called Sasquatch Skunkman and Stickman “It’s a thing that looks darned near like a man” Marx explained his forehead wrinkling “only it has a lot of hair and a high pointed head” Sightings have been reported overseas in China, Russia and Australia. And In the United States in Alaska, Florida, Louisiana, Arizona,Vermont, Washington and frequently in Northern California. A Redding beautician told the local sheriff 10 years ago that a Bigfoot kidnapped and raped her. The lawman doubted the story because the woman returned to town smelling nice (Bigfoot reportedly reeks) and wearing clean clothes A few years later a Eureka woman claimed a Bigfoot raped her too. Neither incident was ever proven. Campers have told of their tents being destroyed by Bigfoot and hikers have said they’ve spotted the creature in the Sierra high country. During the summer of 1986 a construction crew working in the Inyo National Forest in the southern Sierra Nevada reported glimpsing the shadowy outline of something 8 feet tall “I’m just about pretty sure I saw Bigfoot” said one crewman.

Not everyone of course believes in Bigfoot Most people don’t But this story is about some folks who do — and its existence is about all they agree on. Marx, who mostly wears plaid flannel shirts and denims has tracked animals since his Depression-era childhood when he sold racoons for a whopping $14 apiece. He’s since made a living hunting bear and cougar and selling the photographs and films he’s taken of wildlife Although only slightly more profitable than killing raccoons in the ’30s Marx also claims to be the one and only Bigfoot tracker “There are a lot of Bigfoot experts” he said “because you can be one instantly Nobody really knows about Bigfoot To be a Bigfoot tracker though that’s gonna take you a lifetime” Marx is acquainted with the self-proclaimed Bigfoot experts he says because they’ve hunted the creature with him A couple of those “experts” are involved in this minor Bigfoot feud. Warren Cook an East Coast anthropologist believes Marx has seen photographed and battled Bigfoot However Grover Krantz a West Coast anthropologist argues that every woolly creature picture Marx has taken actually was Marx’s wife in a monkey suit.

Marx’s part of this story began in the late 1940s when he heard Shasta County locals whispering about a huge hairy animal that walked like a man In fact they called it “Wild Man of Little Valley”. Marx disregarded the stories until 1951 when he spotted 18-inch footprints near Mount Shasta “Whatever it was I didn’t know” he said “But I knew it was something that was alive “Before that” Marx continued “I would no more have believed it than the man in the moon. People would try to get me to chase it, I never would. But that (seeing tracks) made a believer of me” Although he says he’s seen 15 of the Bigfoot his first sighting was in 1959 in the White Mountains near Bishop in east-central California He shot film of that Bigfoot but misplaced it “It just didn’t seem important at the time” Marx carries cameras on tracking trips and says he’s sold wildlife films to Disney Studios and Warner Brothers for movies and television His footage was the basis of World Picture’s The Legend of Bigfoot which played in movie theaters 11 years ago.

It’s basically the story of Ivan Marx and Bigfoot “I wanted people to see the god darn thing” he said “I didn’t realize there would be such a big controversy”. Amazing Horizons a production company in Sunnyvale a few months ago released a videotape documentary titled, “In the Shadow of Bigfoot”, which is mostly Marx’s footage. Marx claims never to have made money on either project Maybe he got $800 for The Legend of Bigfoot, he says but the producers of Shadow haven’t even given him a copy He says he doesn’t care about the money, “Who the hell else could live to be 65 years old don’t owe one cent in this world don’t have any money in the bank and don’t want any?” Just as easily Marx discards both the public ridicule — not unlike that endured by people who believe in flying saucers — and Grover Krantz’s criticisms? Krantz is an associate professor of anthropology at Washington State University, had he not been so outspoken during his 18-year tenure about the existence of Bigfoot Krantz says he’d probably be a full professor now. ‘‘I’m curious about anything weird and out-of-the-ordinary” Krantz said recently “I don’t put much stock in them but I’m always curious Bigfoot — I like the name Sasquatch — is pertinent to my work in human evolution. To ignore something like that even if the odds for it to exist are slim, would be the height of folly”. However he doesn’t think Marx has even photographed Bigfoot “In the two (films) I’ve seen I not only know they’re faked, I know who was in the monkey suit: He was in one and his wife was in the other” Krantz said “He’s an extraordinary outdoors man and expert photographer . He thought he would be the one to get this (Bigfoot images) But after trying so many years I think he gave up and said ’If I can’t get the real thing I’ll fake it’ ”. Marx knows of Krantz’s complaints and grins when he remembers his old friend. They used to hunt Bigfoot together “Some of the pictures we’ve taken are funny-looking as hell” Marx conceded “but the damn thing looks phony He’s not well-groomed and the more spooked he gets the higher that dome on his head gets” The Bigfoot’s normally pointed skull also becomes more pronounced or undergoes what Marx calls a “cranial erection” when it’s courting another Bigfoot For all the squabbling though Krantz considers himself one of perhaps only two — the other being Warren Cook — academicians in this country who admits there’s a Bigfoot Neither however has ever seen one. Krantz’s belief is based on talks with 40 people who told him they’d seen Bigfoot “I can’t find a flaw in the stories of a little over half of them’’ he said “If those creatures don’t exist every one of those people was mistaken. And if just one was right then Bigfoot does exist” Cook an ethno-historian and professor of history and anthropology at Castleton State College in Vermont is as adamant as Krantz about the creature’s existence He also has queried witnesses and considers their stories credible “I may not be right about some of my impressions” Cook recently said by phone “but I know the phenomenon I’m studying exists It’s not a figment of people’s imaginations” Neither does he believe Ivan Marx concocted any Bigfoot photos In fact Cook has traveled across the country with Marx talking with him about Bigfoot on television and radio shows and promoting the, In the Shadow of Bigfoot movie for which Cook was the scientific consultant Cook and Marx are aligned in their estimates that a few hundred Bigfoot creatures exist in this country and Cook is convinced the Bigfoot is dying out On the other hand Grover Krantz suggests that some 2000 live in the Pacific Northwest and adjacent Canada Krantz hopes someone will kill a Bigfoot and allow scientists to autopsy it Cook and Marx disagree Leave it alone they say Meanwhile Cook is trying to muster funds to send a Castleton State anthropology student into a Bigfoot “hot spot” in Columbia County NY to observe the creatures much as the late Dian Fossey did mountain gorillas of Africa Said Krantz “The only way to establish that Bigfoot exists is to have a body or a significant piece of one” Retorted Cook “The death of any creature might endanger the ability of that breeding pool (to reproduce) it might push Bigfoot beyond the level of survival” Then Krantz countered “While I don’t think these things are endangered if we’re to do something to help them — maybe alter logging procedures or avoid making roads in a few places — nobody will unless we prove they exist It becomes all the more important to shoot one as soon as possible”.

Although Krantz isn’t planning to kill Bigfoot himself he says a few Bigfoot hunters are trying to get one for him In the meantime he’s looking for a Bigfoot that’s already dead He’s building a lightweight helicopter and plans to fly with an infrared heat detector over known Bigfoot country in the spring “If I could locate an area where they die during winter” he explained “in the spring when they thaw they would rot So the entire year’s supply of dud Sasquatches would be rotting and a rotting body generates heat I could pick up an Image of the rotting body on the detector’s screen” Until they’re able to actually study a Bigfoot corpse. Krantz and the other believers can only guess at what the creature is Krantz thinks it’s a descendant of Giantopithecus an apelike creature that lived a million years ago in what is now China “It’s more ape than human” Krantz said of Bigfoot “and intellectually it’s like an ape. But the locomotion the walking on the hind legs is more human There’s no indication it can reason but I think it’s a closer relative to us than to the apes”. Cook suggests that Bigfoot is a cold weather-adapted swamp-adapted genus that preceded Homo Erectus (the scientific name for Peking Man). Cook also believes Bigfoot is more intelligent than an ape but less so than Peking Man. He also contends that Bigfoot’s intelligence keeps it safe from man. That and the fact that Bigfoot is nocturnal, Marx is not a scientist but a bear tracker And he shrugs his shoulders about Bigfoot’s identity “I guess it’s just whatever it is” He tried two years ago to capture a baby Bigfoot Marx told that story as he headed up a bumpy abandoned logging road to two alpine lakes high above Burney. PlayThere he will circle the watering holes looking for Bigfoot tracks The altimeter on the dash showed Marx was nearing 7000 feet prime elevation for Bigfoot “You know” he said directing tobacco juice into a can and squeezing the jerking steering wheel “they get so darned used to us being around us that they’ve come to tolerate Peggy and me That’s the reason when that one tossed me around I didn’t feel like it was going to try to break an arm or anything I really felt for the thing because of the look in his gol-darned eyes ” Marx and his wife had been camped he said when they heard pitiful whimpers of a – sick female Bigfoot carrying a white-furred baby “First she came into our camp and we heard her crying like a baby. We spent one hell of a night there, so we moved camp and she followed us.

Then we saw a big young male. Then we saw her laying down with the baby and the baby was trying to get up We could hear the male talking Finally she got up and went into the brush” So Marx set out after the female thinking he’d snatch the infant, call Cook to fly out and see it then put it back the next day. The 400-pound male intercepted him however “He made a couple of runs at me” Marx said “but I wouldn’t get away. Finally he just come in and bowled me over three times He didn’t hurt me But he’d have had a helluva time getting that baby away from me if I could have gotten a hold of it” Marx never saw the white baby Bigfoot again and thinks it died soon after What he wants to do his legacy to the Bigfoot legend would be to find the remains of that infant to prove once and for all that the creatures exist Otherwise he wants the Bigfoot left alone. “There’s a lot of animals in this country that people don’t even know is there” Marx said “We caught one animal and called the game warden and told him we had a mountain boomer (a nocturnal rodent) He said ‘You couldn’t that’s a myth’ But then we showed him We’re out in the woods all the time We see a lot of things we don’t even -know can’t explain” Marx says most people won’t admit to things they don’t understand things that are odd And that’s why many Bigfoot sightings go unreported. But if folks want to talk they’re likely to seek out the Bigfoot Man of Burney He’s heard firsthand about kidnappings and rapes He’s met a hairy-faced woman in Alaska who says she’s one-quarter Bigfoot her grandmother allegedly was carried off by a Bigfoot and returned to the village pregnant “Then there’s this ol’ boy from over bn the coast a hippie type” Marx said chuckling “He was camping one time and this female Bigfoot wouldn’t leave him alone She kept coming around and coming around He told me he was going back to that same place this last summer and I haven’t heard from him yet Maybe they got married”

Article FROM the News Tribune Tacoma Washington, Dec, 30th, 1986

Bigfoot in the News…NorCal

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.”
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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!

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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