2012, Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia: Turkey Hunting Bigfoot

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2012, Smith Mountain Lake, Virginia: Turkey Hunting Bigfoot 

Caleb Sarka and his Grandfather Jim were walking along a ridge near Smith Mountain Lake. On side there was a low grassy area. On the other, a steep slope. Caleb wanted to try climbing up the slope, but his Grandfather said no. It rained and he did not want to take a muddy boy back home.

As they discussed this, Caleb lost interest. Distracted by the group of turkeys. Feeling bad for the boy’s sense of adventure, his grandfather suggested Caleb to see how close he could get to a turkey. Caleb bet he could just about touch one. His grandfather chuckled as the turkeys flew away just as Caleb started down the slope.

Caleb’s look of disappointment quickly changed to surprise. Both boy and grandfather heard a terrifying scream. More like a growling hoot, the sound came from all around them. Caleb ran back up the ridge. His grandfather said it must be kids trying to scare them. Caleb was not convinced but agreed.

They walked on. About five minutes later, they stopped dead in their tracks by a loud thundering noise. Then the ground shook. Like when construction crews drop something on the road they are going to dig up. Caleb and his grandfather agreed that something weird was happening.

Just as they left the woods, the hooting screams got more intense. The anger conveyed was fierce. Caleb is convinced that the turkeys he scared off were being hunted by several bigfoot. They were really mad that he cost them their supper. Caleb’s grandfather agrees that whatever they heard was odd, indeed.

1967, Belmont, Ohio: Construction Worker Attacked by Bigfoot

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1967, Belmont, Ohio: Construction Worker Attacked by Bigfoot

Peter Brockhaus just got to the job site. It was a little after 5:30 AM. He lit a cigarette and thought about the rest of the day. He was going to shovel out the sides of the hole that that big diggers dug overnight. Get those holes ready. He thought about how he had time to eat breakfast, but he raced out of the house. He was the first one there. He was kicking himself now.

Just as he turned to lean on the hood of his car, he heard the back window of his car crack. Then a big rock hit the roof of his car. Brockhaus swore loudly, yelling for whomever was throwing rocks at his car to stop. As the big clumps of earth continued to rain down, Brockhaus pleaded loudly that he only had a few payments left. He was just a working guy. But the only response he got came as an inhuman screech.  Then some animalistic hoots.

The barrage only stopped when the pickup truck of the job’s foreman skidded to a dusty stop twenty yards from where Brockhaus squatted. When the foreman reached him, Brockhaus was beside himself. The foreman couldn’t understand why someone would attack like that. Once he got Brockhaus squared away with a blanket and a cup of coffee, the foreman called the sheriff.

The sheriff and the foreman found huge apelike footprints along the ridge above the job site. The two of them decided to destroy the evidence. They concocted a story about high school kids who had been drinking up on the ridge. Years later, the foreman told the story about how Bigfoot attacked Brockhaus for no good reason he could think.

1999, Big Bend National Park, Texas : Bigfoot Trap Covered in Doughnuts

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1999, Big Bend National Park, Texas : Bigfoot Trap Covered in Doughnuts

Jonny Lund and his brother Lenny were on vacation with their family. Bored with the scenic views and constant hiking, they came up with the idea of constructing a bigfoot trap a few yards from their campsite.

 Neither boy was ever a boy scout, nor did they have any skills, other than imaginary, in tracking or trapping. So the actual trap they created was more of a useless art project of useless rope and leaves and a small hole in the dirt. But it took the boys all day to make and they were quite proud of their accomplishments. Needing some bait, they approached their stepmother, Janice, for some ideas.

Janice wanting to placate the boys and reward them for leaving her alone for most of the days, offered them the jelly doughnuts. The same jelly doughnuts she was convinced the boys would love as a surprise treat, failing to anticipate the fussiness of both boys. Jonny hated jelly and Lenny would not eating anything that he said, “squished.” Janice was very hurt by these responses, but felt redeemed slightly when the boys responded with fist pumped glee when she handed them the box.

The boys spent the next hour or so carefully arranging the doughnuts in a path leading right up to the middle of their pretend bigfoot trap. After dinner, the boys were so excited it took nearly forever to get them to sleep that night. After the boys were asleep, Janice and their father Joe, laughed as they guessed which animal was going to enjoy all those stale jelly doughnuts.

The next morning the boys raced out to their trap to find that all the doughnuts were gone. Jonny did notice a lot of tiny paw prints. After some fast talking, he was able to to convince his bother, Lenny, that those raccoon prints were a baby bigfoot. Since everyone knows that baby bigfoot love doughnuts.

1976, Mount Adams, Washington : Hikers Followed By Baby Bigfoot

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1976, Mount Adams, Washington : Hikers Followed By Baby Bigfoot

Pyle Lenning and Milton Beas were camping on Mount Adams in Washington State.  On the second night of their trip, Beas was awoken by pound rustling around his pup tent. By the time he found his flashlight, whatever was checking out his tent had shuffled off.

Beas told Lenning about the noises. Lenning explained that raccoons often bothered the tents, especially around dawn. Beas was satisfied. A few hours into this hike, the pair stopped to eat lunch. While they were finishing up, Lenning heard some human like sighing behind them. When he shushed Beas’ harmonica playing, the breathing was no longer audible.

That night another visitor snorted around the edge of Beas’ tent again. This time he called out, which audibly startled the visitor, who could be heard scampering off.  The next morning, Lenning found human like footprints in the dirt a few feet from the camp. The prints were, in Lenning’s opinion, clearly a young Bigfoot.

The next few days, both men heard the loud breathing, snapping of branches, and a soft whine at night. While the continued to find foot print evidence, neither of the men actually saw the creature. Lenning postulated that the young Bigfoot was on his own for the first time and had yet to determine if campers were friendly or hostile. He hoped that their interaction would not give the creature a false sense of security.

1836, Wisconsin Territory: Secretary John Horner Mistakes Bigfoot for Santa Claus

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1836, Wisconsin Territory: Governor John Horner Mistakes Bigfoot for Santa Claus

John Horner, still in the middle of dealing with to so-called Toledo War situation between Ohioians and the local, popular government of Wisconisn lead by former Governor Steven T. Mason, was on his way back to his estate by horse and sled.

Just as night fell, the newly appointed Governor, ordered the sled to stop. Gov. Horner bade the driver to take a light into the woods a bit, for he thought he saw a massive figure following their progress.

The driver took a lantern and trudged off into the snow, his rifle at the ready. Just as the driver’s light flickered behind some trees, Gov. Horner saw on  the other side of the sled a large dark figure move quickly between the trees.

Gov. Horner called out for the figure to stop, but that just made the figure jump and increase his speed. The driver hearing the Governor’s shouts raced out of the woods to find John Horner standing on the seat of the sled pointing and waving at the tree line, “Quick driver, I think we are on the trail of Santa Claus, that jolly old elf!”

When they investigated, both the Governor and the driver only found large foot prints like those left by an ape. The prints were over 14 inches long and very deep in the snow, so whatever left them was incredibly heavy.

Governor Horner swore the driver to strict silence about how foolish he acted, calling out, thinking that Santa Claus was real.

1980, Pine Mountain, Kentucky: Bigfoot Smells Like Rotten Cabbage

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1980, Pine Mountain, Kentucky: Bigfoot Smells Like Rotten Cabbage

While walking along the horse trails on Pine Mountain, Cliff Winston claims he was confronted by a Bigfoot.

“Just as I came around a bend and there the thing was, just standing in the middle of the trail. The sun behind its shoulders so the whole front of it was a dark shadow. But I knew what it was right away. I mean what else stands over 8 feet tall, straight leg pose like one of them cowboys in the old black and white Sunday morning movies? “

“It had its massive arms at its sides, but I could see it had four fingers and a thumb, just like a man, so it were not no ape nor was it a bear standing on its hind legs. My wife told me that it was a bear. But I know it weren’t no bear!’

“Anyway, the Bigfoot and me just stood there considering each other for a bit, then it snorted and turned slowly toward the incline. It marched up into the woods that direction, only turning to see if I were following once.”

“But I was not darn fool enough to follow it. I am just lucky the dang thing was not hungry that day. I have heard tales about Bigfoot ripping people apart just for fun. Imagine what it would do if it were hungry. I don’t like to think about it.”

“The thing that I remember the most and frankly the thing that I found the strangest of all was just how foul the creature smelt. Smelled like a compost pile behind a Russian old folks home. Nothing but rotten cabbage.”

1976, Kings Mountain, South Carolina: Frog Blocks Photographer

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1976, Kings Mountain, South Carolina: Frog Blocks Photographer

Louis Valdiva, an amateur psychic investigator, had set up his infrared cameras in the thickest undergrowth on King’s Mountain. While Valdiva was hoping to capture proof of Revolutionary Era ghosts, instead he was set upon by a curious Bigfoot.

While scanning his surroundings through his camera lens, Valdiva was startled by a large hairy figure leaping toward him. So startled that he fell back into the bushes.

The creature ran past his position several times, hooting and howling in glee. Valdiva could do nothing but cower in the shrubbery, his hands over his eyes, screaming for help.

Finally, the Bigfoot stood and looked at Valdiva curiously. Valdiva gathered his wits enough to reach for his camera. Slowly stretching toward it, trying not to provoke the Bigfoot.

Once Valdiva got the camera and brought it up to snap a photograph a large frog jumped between the camera lens and the Bigfoot. The camera’s shutter noise was enough to scare the Bigfoot, who ran off in the opposite direction.

When Valdiva finally developed his film, all he had was a blurry green smudge where the frog completely obstructed the camera’s view. To many of Valdiva’s family and friends, this was still the best photograph they felt he ever took.