1977, Conconully State Park, Washington: Woman Claims Bigfoot Kidnapped Her

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1977, Conconully State Park, Washington: Woman Claims Bigfoot Kidnapped Her

Early in the morning, a disheveled and confused Bernice Rutenbar, stumbled out of the woods into a Conconully campsite. Rutenbar’s clothes were in tatters and her hair was matted and full of twigs.

Rutenbar claimed that she had be grabbed out of her sleeping bag about 90 days ago by a Bigfoot. The creature took her to his lair, where it made her his wife. Rutenbar had to have relations with the beast, clean up, and prepare food that the monster brought back to the cave.

Rutenbar was unable to escape because the Bigfoot rolled a big boulder in front of the cave opening when it left for the day. After many days of torment and nights alone, Rutenbar was able to escape when the Bigfoot left a hole in the cave entrance.

Rutenbar wandered around for a day or two before finding the campsites. There was no physical evidence that Rutenbar had been violated by a Bigfoot, nor was she able to locate the cave she claims she escaped from. She was able to sell the rights of her story to a seedy paperback novelist who published a book called, “Bigfoot, My Husband,” which was loosely based on the Rutenbar tale.

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1978, Barr Lake State Park, Colorado: Glowing Bigfoot Seen

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1978, Barr Lake State Park, Colorado: Glowing Bigfoot Seen

While birding in along a remote path around Barr Lake, Marybeth Lessing, witnessed a strange occurrence. Lessing claims that she saw through her birding spectacles a large ape like monster punching the air. As she watched this creature seemingly shadow boxing, it became clear that it was a Bigfoot fist fighting a smallish glowing humanoid creature.

Lessing refuses to believe in UFOs or Extraterrestrial aliens. Lessing claims people who believe in those things have serious mental problems.

So what does Lessing think she saw the Bigfoot fighting? A radioactive mutant child, probably recently escaped from a secret government underground lab. As Lessing points out, those types of labs are buried everywhere around the Pacific Northwest.

1974, Putnam Pond Campground, New York: Bigfoot Carrying Beehive

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1974, Putnam Pond Campground, New York: Bigfoot Carrying Beehive

On his way to fish, Carl Little heard a crashing coming toward him. Little said it sounded like a herd of buffalo charging though a china shop. Though on further questioning, Little admitted that he had never heard a herd of buffalo do anything and never set foot, himself, in a china shop.

Little stopped and stood very still, waiting to see what was stomping toward him. Bursting from the shrubbery in front of him, was a reddish gray Bigfoot. Little was so surprised he couched down, trying to hide in the middle of path.

Little noticed that as the Bigfoot lumbered across the path, it cradled in the crook of its massive arm, like a football, a huge beehive. Bees were furiously buzzing around the thick hair of the creature, but it did not seem to bother the creature at all.

Little waited until the Bigfoot was well out of ear shot before he stood up and continued on his way.

1978, Voyageurs National Park, Minnesota: Boater Sees Bigfoot Carvings

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1978, Voyageurs National Park, Minnesota: Boater Sees Bigfoot Carvings

Ed Zattara was canoeing in Voyageurs National Park. He noticed a large jutting rock structure ahead so he paddled toward it, thinking it would be a nice place to eat his brown bag lunch.

When he clambered up onto the rocks, Zattara noticed some very odd markings in the stones. He took out his notepad, the one he planned to use to note all the various birds he saw on his trip. He took a few minutes to trace out the crudely carved oddities.

Later, he showed his drawings to a friend of his, Mark Slocumb who was an expert in Native American stone carvings. When Slocumb looked the Zattara’s  markings, he grew very quiet and somewhat scared. He asked again where Zattara had seen them.

Growing alarmed, Zattara demanded answers. Slocumb slowly explained that he had only ever seen markings like this once before, at a very secret and remote location where a shaman had lead him blindfolded. The shaman said that these markings were made by Bigfoot to commemorate the dead. In other words, it was a Bigfoot gravestone that Zattara had eaten his peanut butter and jelly sandwich on.

1977, Log Mountain, Tennessee: Hiker Sees Sleeping Bigfoot

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1977, Log Mountain, Tennessee: Hiker Sees Sleeping Bigfoot

Sam Thompson was hiking around the Log Mountain area in Tennessee. He stopped to tie his shoe and noticed a big black mass in the bushes about 500 yards from where he stopped. Thompson first thought it was a pile of leaves on a dead tree, but when the black mass shifted position, he feared it was a large animal, possibly a bear.

Thompson knelt there very still. He watched as the black mass repositioned itself. When it settled down, Thompson could make out gigantic feet and a large hairy head. Immediately he knew he was looking at a napping Bigfoot.

Upon his realization, Thompson high tailed it out of the area, fearing that he might waken it and become the object of its sleepy wrath.

When Thompson returned to the spot with some friends, they found a distinct impression in the undergrowth. Clearly, something large had lain there recently.

1978, Morlocks Slough, South Dakota: Hunter Shoots at Bigfoot

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1978, Morlocks Slough, South Dakota: Hunter Shoots at Bigfoot

Gerald Berkeley was out before dawn. He wanted to do some target practice before he went to work. He gave himself four hours to mess about. He set up so his back was to the tall grasses and reeds.

He managed to get about half an hour worth of target shooting with his rifle, before he decided to switch guns. As he was unpacking his pistols, he noticed that the grass behind him rustled. He called out then stood tall waving his arms, noticing for the first time all morning he forget to put on his reflecting hunting vest.

As Berkeley called out again, he saw a dark mass rise up out of the grass. It was a hairy apeman, with huge powerful arms, and the flat features of an orangutan. It growled as it stretched, then looked directly at him. Berkeley was startled, but bent down to grab his rifle. He thought of the fame and money he would get if he killed the world’s first Bigfoot!

Just as he rose up to take aim, the Bigfoot hunched over and bolted off in the opposite direction. It did not run upright like a man, but instead raced along on all fours, like a chimpanzee. Its powerful knuckles hitting the ground as its massive feet kicked up clods of dust and dirt.

Berkeley managed to pull the rifle’s trigger several times, but he never reloaded after his target shooting. He claims at least one of those shots, had there been bullets in the gun, would have hit their mark.

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.