1884, outside Missoula, Montana: John Stoner Attacked By Wild Man

TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY!

1884, outside Missoula, Montana: John Stoner Attacked By Wild Man

Mapmaker and photographer John Stoner was returning to his home in Missoula, from a day trip. He rode on his wagon seated on his camera box. As the horse drawn wagon turned a bend in the road, Stoner noticed the horse was frightened by something. The horse slowed down to a near stop.

No matter how vigorously he tried, Stoner could not get the horse to move forward. Stoner noticed that in the bushes a few yards ahead were shaking violently. He called out, which just made the bushes shake harder. The horse became more uncomfortable.

Stoner jumped from the wagon, picked up a rock and lobbed it into the brush near the commotion. Just as the rock thumped down, the bushes exploded with a hairy wild man. The crazed wild man raced at Stoner with a murderous look in his eye and swinging his massive arms. The man stood on stubby legs with gigantic feet, had arms that were too long for his body, was naked except for a coat of body hair that covered him completely.

Stoner fought with the wild man. Stoner’s opponent hooted and shrieked like an animal. It’s long nails scratched and clawed at Stoner. The contest ended when Stoner was able to let loose his side arm and fire into the air. The wild man leaped off and scampered away.

Stoner’s encounter with the wild man made the national newspapers. Many, today, are convinced that he barely survived a Bigfoot attack, while others think based on Stoner’s description some other cyrptid attacked him that day.

1782, Kentucky Wilderness, Bigfoot Throws a deer at Daniel Boone

TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! In around 1782 or earlier, Daniel Boone was making his way though the Kentucky wilderness. When he comes upon a cave. He takes up in this cave, laying out for a few nights to rest up his boots. On the second night of laying out, Boone is rudely awaken by a loud noise of a tree falling or maybe a flood. Then the moon and stars are bloated from the sky as a huge monster looms over him, smelling and sniffing at his provisions and privates. Having thought he dreamed the entire horror, Boone lays out the following night. Again something like the events of the night previous, repeat. Only with more familiarity. The next day, Boone is off down by the nearby creek preforming his daily ablations, when out of the bush a live deer comes flying through the air. Boone is able to narrowly avoid the animal’s landing. But he gets the hint and hightails it out from that cave immediately.