From the Deepโ€ฆ

๐’ฎ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“‡๐’พ๐“ˆโ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ด๐“‚ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’นโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“…
โ„ฌ๐“๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ โ„ด๐’ป โ„ฏ๐“Žโ„ฏ๐“ˆ
โ„‹๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐“…๐“Š๐“ƒ โ„ด๐’ป ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡
๐’ž๐“๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š โ„ด๐“Š๐“‡ ๐’ทโ„ด๐’น๐’พโ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“Š๐“๐“ˆ
โ„ณ๐’ถ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐“‚โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡

๐’ฎ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Œ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ด๐“‚ ๐’นโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“… ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ โ„ด๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ป๐“โ„ดโ„ด๐“‡
๐’ฒ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐’ทโ„ด๐’น๐“Ž ๐“๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐“…โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ป๐“Š๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐“ƒโ„ด ๐“‚โ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ
๐’ฎ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ธโ„ด๐“‚โ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰โ„ด ๐’ปโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐’น
๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’นโ„ฏโ„ฏ๐“…
โ„๐“ƒ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“Š๐“€ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐’พ๐“ˆ โ„ด๐“ƒ๐“๐“Ž ๐’น๐’ถ๐“‡๐“€๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œ
โ„ฌ๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ด๐“‚ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“‰๐“‡๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‰โ„ด๐“‡โ„ด๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐’น๐“‡โ„ด๐“Œ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐’นโ„ฏ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ˆโ„ฏ
๐’ฎ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ธโ„ด๐“‚โ„ฏโ„ฏ ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐“Š๐“… ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ด๐“ˆโ„ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐’พ๐“‡ ๐“๐’พโ„ฏ๐“ˆ

๐’ฎ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“‰ ๐’ธโ„ด๐“๐’น ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰โ„ฏ๐’น ๐’ทโ„ฏ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ
โ„ฌ๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œโ€ฆ
๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐’พ๐“ˆ โ„ด๐“ƒ๐“€๐“Ž โ„ฏ๐“‹๐’พ๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“Žโ„ด๐“Š โ„ด๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ โ„ด๐’ธโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ป๐“โ„ดโ„ด๐“‡
๐’ช๐“ƒ๐“๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ธ๐“๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‚๐“ˆ โ„ฏ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Šโ„Š๐’ฝ ๐“ˆโ„ด๐“Š๐“๐“ˆ
๐’ž๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ โ„ด๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡๐’ป๐’ถ๐’ธโ„ฏ
๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ โ„ฏ๐“‹๐’พ๐“€ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ โ„ด๐“…โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ๐’ทโ„ฏ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐“Š๐“ˆ
โ„‹โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ โ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐’น
๐’ฎ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ทโ„ฏ ๐’น๐“‡โ„ด๐“Œ๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น ๐’ถโ„Š๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ
๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ โ„ฏ๐“‹๐’พ๐“ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“ƒโ„Šโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“‰ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“๐“€ ๐’ป๐“‡โ„ฏโ„ฏ โ„ด๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น
๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ทโ„ฏ โ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“โ„ดโ„ด๐’น ๐“Š๐“…โ„ด๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น

โ„ฑโ„ด๐“‡ ๐’ธโ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“Š๐“‡๐’พโ„ฏ๐“ˆ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’น๐“‡โ„ฏ๐’ถ๐“‚โ„ฏ๐’น โ„ด๐’ป ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“ƒโ„Šโ„ฏ
โ„ฑโ„ด๐“‡ ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚โ„ฏ๐“๐“Ž ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐’น โ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐’น
โ„›๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐“Š๐“… ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ทโ„ด๐’น๐’พโ„ฏโ„ฏ ๐“ƒโ„ด๐“Œ
๐’ฏ๐’ถ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‚ ๐’นโ„ด๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡โ„ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“‡๐“€๐“Ž
๐’ช๐“ƒ๐“๐“Ž โ„ด๐“ƒโ„ฏ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐“ˆ๐“‰โ„ด๐“… ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“‡๐“‡โ„ด๐“‡
โ„ฑ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ด๐“ˆโ„ฏ ๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“ˆ๐“…โ„ด๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ท๐“โ„ฏ ๐’ปโ„ด๐“‡ ๐“โ„ฏ๐“‰๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒโ„Š ๐’ฝโ„ฏ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“€ ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ทโ„ด๐“‰๐“‰โ„ด๐“‚
โ„ฑโ„ด๐“‡โ„ฏ๐“‹โ„ฏ๐“‡โ€ฆ’

Poem by me titled From the Deep
copyright 9/22

Art by Victoria Frances

In the Newsโ€ฆThe Search for the Mongolian Death Wormโ€ฆ

IT IS the stuff of legend. The Mongolian death worm lives beneath the shifting sands of the Gobi desert, rarely surfacing, and then only to squirt a deadly blast of venom at predators. Some even believe it has the power to electrocute its victims.

For Ivan Mackerle, a scientist and explorer, the search to prove its existence has become a passion. Inspired by nomads’ sightings of the 5ft-long blood-red worm, he is preparing to embark on his third expedition in pursuit of the subterranean creature.

His previous attempts provided no substantive evidence, despite efforts to drive the worm to the surface by detonating explosives in the sand. “It appears to be both deadly and deaf,” said Mackerle.

His planned return to Mongolia is one of an unprecedented number of expeditions being mounted over the next two years by teams from some of the world’s top academic institutions to find creatures which locals say exist but have, as yet, eluded modern science.

The biggest search centres on the dense tropical jungle of the Mato Grosso in the South American Amazon basin, where tribesmen speak of a large animal that walks on its hind legs and eats small trees. Dubbed the Amazonian ” bigfoot “, scientists believe it is a giant sloth, which they thought had died out 8,500 years ago.

The leader of the expedition is Dr David Oren, a biologist, whose best clues to its existence are 22lb of faeces and some clumps of hair. Over the past nine years rubber tappers and Indians have told him of a creature they call Mapinguari, with dark red fur, a thunderous roaring voice and a disabling stench. Last week he was unavailable for comment as he searched the jungle again.

Colleagues searching Tasmania for another animal thought to have died out much more recently have been no more successful. Ever since the Thylacine, or Tasmanian Wolf, was declared extinct in the 1930s after over-hunting, there have been persistent reports of sightings.

Teams of scientists have scoured remote parts of the island for what has been called the world’s commonest extinct animal, but to no avail. Their branch of science is known as cryptozoology.

Professor Roy Mackal, a molecular biochemist and zoologist, said: “Expeditions in the past few years have led to a spate of new and hitherto unsuspected species being discovered. Now everyone is looking at these so-called myths and legends and wondering if they are true.”

Mackal has led two expeditions to the Congo in search of the Mokele-mbembe, an aquatic beast said to resemble a small dinosaur. Similar fruitless searches have been made for a 60ft sea serpent known as the Cadborosaurus that is frequently reported off the coast of British Columbia, Canada. It is said to bear remarkable similarities to the Loch Ness monster.

In recent years scientists have discovered a huge kangaroo which lives in trees in Irian Jaya, the western part of New Guinea controlled by Indonesia, and a new species of ox, now named the Vu Quang, which was discovered on the borders of North Vietnam and Laos. The creature has features common to both cattle and antelope and could be a missing link between them. Within the past few months scientists working in the same area have discovered an unknown species of wild pig.

In South America zoologists have discovered a species of peccary (similar to a pig) which was thought to have become extinct millions of years ago. Others, using special nets to trawl the deepest reaches of the Amazon, have found ancient freshwater fish species.

Dr John Lundberg of Arizona University, who led the expedition, said the oddest of the 240 new species he has found was Magosternachus duccis , which stuns its prey with electricity and then eats their tails. The tails later regenerate, ensuring a constant supply of food.

The scientists who make such discoveries are guaranteed to go down in history. The greatest prize of all in cryptozoology, however, lies on land – the discovery of a new species of great ape or, best of all, a second species of hominid. Homo sapiens (us) is the only species known still to survive, although many others have become extinct.

The evidence for the existence of such species is, to cryptozoologists at least, very strong. In the Himalayas there are persistent stories of yetis, thought by some to be a type of orang-utan that has become adapted for life on the ground in the dense rhododendron forests. In North America there are constant sightings of the Sasquatch , or bigfoot , a larger creature whose appearance is similar to that of Gigantopithecus, a large prehistoric ape whose fossil remains are well-documented.

Dr Karl Shuker, a leading cryptozoologist, retains an open mind but says the chances of such a creature being found are high. “Since 1990 seven totally new species of monkey have been found in South America alone. If such primates could remain hidden from scientists for so long then it is highly likely that creatures closer to man and therefore more intelligent may yet be undiscovered.”

Copyright (C) The Sunday Times, 1997

Copyright: COPYRIGHT 1997 Sunday Times

http://www.sunday-times.co.uk

The Hairy Men of Vancouverโ€ฆ

Friday, October 25, 1935

REPORTS TELL OF CANADIAN MONSTER MEN

Settlers Fifty Miles From Vancouver Describe

Hairy Giantsโ€ฆ

Sasquatch men, remnants of a lost race of “wild- men” who Inhabited the rooky regions of British Columbia centuries ago, are reported roaming the province again. After an absence of several months from the district of Harrlson Mills, 50 miles east of Vancouver, the long, wierd, wolf-like howls of the โ€œwild men” are being heard again and two of the hairy monsters were reported seen In the Morris valley on the Harrison river. Residents In the district tell of seeing the two glants leaping and bounding out of the forest and striding across the duck feeding ground, wallowing now and again in the bog and mire and long, swaying swamp grassโ€™.

Reported Agile as Goats. The strange men, it was reported, after emerging from the woods, came leaping down the Jagged rocky hillside with the agility and lightness of mountain goats. Snatches of their weird language floated on tho breeze across the lake to the pioneer settlement at the foot of the hills. The giants walked with an easy gait across the swamp flats and at the Morris Creek, in the shadow of Little Mystery Mountaln, straddled a finating log, which they propelled with their long, hairy hands and huge feet across the sluggish Glacial stream to the other side. There they abandoned the log and climbed hand over hand up the almost perpendicular cliff at a point known as Gibraltar and reappeared at the top of the ridge. They carried two large clubs and walked around a herd of cattle directly in their path.

Indian’s Story Retoldโ€ฆ

The return of the giants to the legendary stronghold of the Sasquatch monsters recalls the narrow escape of an Indian at the same spot last March. A huge rock narrowly missed his canoe while he was fishing and looking up, he said he saw a huge and hairy monster stamping his feet and gesticulating wildly. The Indlan escaped by cutting his fishing tackle and paddling away. The same Indian declares two Sasquatch twice have stolen salmon which he tied outside his house out of reach of dogs. The latest appearance of the monsters was peaceful. They avoided the trails usually used by people of the valleyand molested neither cattle nor human beings.

People who have reported seeing the giants on their rare appearances described the menโ€™s appearance as ferocious looking like wild men, nine feet tallu and covered from head to toes with thick black hair..

Terrified witnesses tell of creepy ‘Dogmen’ creatures prowling in woods and prairies – Mirror Online

The way the arms and legs looked, it looked like it was perfectly adapted to walk on all fours as well as on two legs

โ€œThis experience has torn a huge hole in me.โ€

โ€” Read on www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/terrified-witnesses-tell-creepy-dogmen-27050594

Werewolf Wednesdayโ€ฆ.

Zoanthropy is a psychiatric syndrome within which the patient has the delusional belief of turning into an animal.

A NEW YORK WEREWOLF.
Strange Delusion of a Man Who Crawls on all Fours.
NEW YORK, October . 21.-

James Rubinstein thinks he is a werewolf. He walks on all tours and howls like a wolf.
A werewolf was in legendary lore it is supposed to be a human who, having given
offense to some supernatural being, was
metamorphosed by the latter into the
shape of a wolf. The soul, however, retained all its human attributes, passions and desires.
Rubinstein came to this country several years ago from Germany, A week ago he began showing signs of the approach of his mysterious sickness. His wife noticed that he would frequently drop on all fours and crawl around as if in search of something. Yesterday Rubinstein crawled up to his wife and barked fiercely. Then he snarled and snapped at her, and when she fled from the room he howled like a lost soul. The frightened woman sent
for an ambulance and had her husband taken to the hospital.

Naugatuck Daily News, October 1897
And now In the present I stumbled on an article on how to be a werewolf. Make people believe you areโ€ฆ

Now switch to the present and you can find how to guides on being a werewolf, costumes and online groups to role play with you, almost normalizing the fascination.

The difference is he believed he was one, and the other just pretend to be one. But because of these cosplay groups, we may never know if someone actually does believe they are oneโ€ฆ

Sasquatch in the Newsโ€ฆThe Great Struggle

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

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.

โ€œFinally,” 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 Newsโ€ฆVancouver Island

A hair raising encounter with A hairy

giant, A first hand account from

an Indian, a chiefโ€™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, โ€œHis 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.โ€

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. โ€œAt 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.โ€

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 itโ€™s settled they have moved to the interiorโ€ฆ

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

Werewolf Wednesdayโ€ฆ

๐‘พ๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’˜๐’๐’๐’—๐’†๐’”โ€ฆ
The idea of a being, half wolf, half man, and possessing also many demoniacal attributes, is a very curious piece of old-world superstition still to be found in very many European countries , and strengthened, no doubt, by the discovery, at times, of children who have been carried off and cared for by wolves who preferred the role of foster-mother to that of devourer โ€”an occurrence of which there are frequent proofs on record. The wild and howling night winds, the Maruts that gave name to our too familiar nightmare, may have given the first notion of demon wolves to the trembling listener as they passed shrieking by his solitary tent or hut. As the transition of thought by which the spirit-wolf and the human form became amalgamated is easily imagined. There appears to be plenty of evidence that, at different times, a form of madness has broken out by which individuals have fancied themselves to be turned into wolves. Burton, in his ” Anatomy of Melancholy,” desoribes this disease, which he calls Lycanthropia, as ” when men run howling about graves and fields in the night, and will not be dissuaded ,that they are not wolves or some such beasts.”
-Manchester Courier, October 20, 1883

Happy Werewolf Wednesday!

From The Deepโ€ฆ

I havenโ€™t tortured you with a poem in awhileโ€ฆhappy Monster Monday!

โ€œShe 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 foreverโ€ฆ.โ€


Poem by me titled From the Deep

Art the Crimson Mistress

Bigfoot in the Newsโ€ฆBoggy Creek Monster

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

Heโ€™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 peacockโ€™s. He is the legendary Fouke Monster, the main character in the movie โ€œThe Legend of Boggy Creekโ€ 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 โ€œTracking the Fouke Monster.โ€™โ€™

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 townโ€™s economy if they only had acted sooner. โ€œThe people here in Fouke have missed the boat by not taking advantage of the publicity we have received and expanded on the monster theme.โ€ said Mayor J.D. Larey of Fouke. โ€œA novelty shop might have been the thing to bring in more money from tourists. But the people here just didnโ€™t realize what they had when the iron was hot.โ€

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 Lareyโ€™s opinion. โ€œNone of us dreamed that the darned thing would make the money that it did,โ€ he said. โ€œThe 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 donโ€™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 โ€œBoggy Creek Monster, Fouke. Ark.โ€ 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 monsterโ€™s habitat, size and identity. The fireman said he also would โ€œlike to have some picutres of the monster. He promised to keep the information โ€œconfidential.โ€

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 creatureโ€™s claw print on the side of a tree trunk. โ€œI just laughed at him.โ€ the customer said as he drank a cup of coffee โ€œHe got mad.โ€ 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. โ€œI was afraid the game warden would pick them up.โ€ he laughed.

The Miller County sheriffโ€™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 hunterโ€™s shooting a human mistakenly thought to be the Fouke Monster. On Foukeโ€™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 โ€œBoggy Creek Breakfast,โ€ a โ€œThree-toed Sandwichโ€ and a waffle and ice cream dessert called the โ€œBoggy Creek Delight.โ€ Money clips, cards, key chains, bumper stickers and ash trays with โ€œHome of the Fouke Monsterโ€ written on them are sold behind the counter. The jukebox offers a Bobby Picket rendition of โ€œMonster Mash.โ€ The cafe also stock a reproduced souvenir print of what some persons say is the monsterโ€™s foot. The souvenir, autographed by Smith and Crabtree, is considerably smaller than the monsterโ€™s footโ€”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. โ€œI believe thereโ€™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. โ€œFirst 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,โ€ Smith said. โ€œNext time he came up behind the house throwing rocks at my dog,โ€ Smith added. โ€œSo. I shot through the brush and missed him again. โ€˜โ€™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.โ€ Again. Smithโ€™s aim wasnโ€™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 didnโ€™t sound like a peacock this time. โ€œHe was roaring and cutting up and sounded like a crazy man,โ€

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CLIPPED FROM

The Childress Index

Childress, Texas

21 Aug 1973, Tue  โ€ข  Page 2