1866, Hemptead, Texas: General George Armstrong Custer Displays Bigfoot Head


1866, Hemptead, Texas: General George Armstrong Custer Displays Bigfoot Head

General George Armstrong Custer in order to enforce his draconian ban on foraging undertook extreme measures. He flogged his troops, shaved their heads, and even staged mock executions where he spared the condemned at the last possible moment.

But his most extreme and flagrantly offensive tactic was to display the severed head of a Bigfoot that some of his men had shot and killed thinking the gentle creature a hostile combatant.

The three Native American guides that traveled with General Custer’s regiment warned that to kill a Bigfoot was to curse yourself to certain and humiliating death. General Custer laughed in their faces and made the Native Americans carry the pike with the the Bigfoot head.

Of course, only a few short years later, General Custer became famous for the most humiliating deaths in history.

1820, Cumberland Gap, Kentucky: Bigfoot Emerges From Portal


1820, Cumberland Gap, Kentucky: Bigfoot Emerges From Portal Carrying a Squid

Andrew Rock and James Stanwick were riding through Cumberland Gap when just about sundown they witnessed a truly horrifying event.

Rock and Stanwick’s horses started getting very nervous. The kind of nervous that let you know a dangerous snake was near or a big storm was coming. They both horse bucked and tried to throw their riders.

Stanwick saw what frightened the horses. Up on the side of one of the cliffs, a swirling color tide pool appeared. Stanwick said it looked like when the water goes down a drain but instead it was the side of the mountain that disappeared. Out of the swirling mass stepped the biggest hairy creature either of the two men had ever seen.

The creature was over 16 feet tall. Rock swore it was a Bigfoot, but Stanwick said it was too big. Either way the monster stepped out into the air, and walked down like it was walking down stairs, until it was on solid dirt.

The creature snarled at the two riders, then walked off without further incident. The portal it emerged from, slowly closed up with a slight popping sound.

1883, Smoky Bear, New Mexico: Werewolf Billy the Kid Fights Bigfoot


1883, Smoky Bear, New Mexico: Werewolf Billy the Kid Fights Bigfoot

Two years after the supposed killing of Billy the Kid by Sheriff Pat Garrett at Pete Maxwell’s, the good Christians near Smoky Bear, New Mexico reported seeing a terrible wolf monster killing livestock and terrorizing small children.

A posse was called up and the group spent several long nights patrolling the area with no sign nor signal of any monster or rustler.

Then on the night of September 19, a group under the leadership of Col. John Williams Jasper came across a truly disturbing scene. The group of five men, rounded a bend in the road to find a man with a wolf’s head locked in mortal combat with a large hairy ape man.

At first the group thought it had to be a joke played by a visiting theater troupe or maybe some mischievous teenagers. But when they saw the gore start to fly through the air and heard the painful howls of both creatures, the men could not mistake the fight as real and true.

The ape creature prevailed, finally gutting and lopping off the head of the wolfman. It screamed in victory then slowly lumbered off into the darkness to lick its own substantial wounds.

When the men went to examine the body of the wolfman, they were horrified to discover the man was dressed just like the dead man Billy the Kid. Uncertain what to do, Col. Jasper ordered the body to be burned and swore the men to secrecy.

Whatever those men saw that night, surely disturbed them. But the wolf creature killings suddenly stopped.

1885, Hermit Island, Wisconsin: Miners Find Bigfoot Tracks


1885, Hermit Island, Wisconsin: Miners Find Bigfoot Tracks

Jacob Franklin and Abner Curtis were walking back from the brownstone quarry. It had lightly snowed again since they left the house they shared.

Curtis noticed the tracks before his fellow stone cutter. The footprints were over 13 inches long, clearly left by bare feet, and spaced apart indicating that the stride was of a very tall person.

Curtis stayed with the tracks while Franklin ran to gather up other witnesses. Franklin returned a half an hour later with only two other miners. No one else wanted to leave their warm houses to look at foot prints.

Franklin theorized the next day that the impressions were left by a malevolent Indian ghost. Curtis was skeptical of that explanation, he leaned more toward some sort of creature. Either way, the miners had a good laugh at the two for many weeks afterward.

1884, Mississippi River, Arkansas: Filbert McHattie Raises Funds for the Bigfoot Preservation Guild


1884, Mississippi River, Arkansas: Filbert McHattie Raises Funds for the Bigfoot Preservation Guild

Famed confidence man, Filbert McHattie boarded the newly christened City of Providence riverboat operated by the Anchor Line out of Illinois, armed with a carpet bag full of disguises, coupon receipt books, and large parchment guarantees. All worth nothing more than the price of the paper they were printed on.

Filbert McHattie spent the first leg of the City of Providence‘s journey dressed as a frontier priest enticing the good widows and prune faced gentlemen to help the poor Indian savages who had burned all their bibles to stay warm during last year’s brutally cold winter.  McHattie’s tale of Christianizing the Savages brought in nearly four dollars.  A fine two days worth of work.

McHattie, during the return trip, attempted a confidence that was as timely as it was risky.  A few years prior, in about 1882, noted American frontier’s man, Daniel Boone was reported to have encountered a wilderness monster – called in the popular press  – Bigfoot.  Of all the very real dangers out in the wilds of the ever expanding Nation, all these were overshadowed, at least in the popular imagination, by the looming shadow of a real, live monster.

McHattie capitalized on this fascinated panic. Spinning a tale of how the creatures were ancient descendants of Cain and who were taunted and hunted by man.  Depending on how this story went over with McHattie’s mark, he either withdrew the Bigfoot Preservation Guild stocks or the Bigfoot Hunter’s Sustaining Bill.  The latter being slightly more expensive since, McHattie felt it was favored by unsavory brutes prone to drink.

A few of these momentous documents survive, mainly in private collections, and in the Sanford Library’s Grifters’ Collection, which can only be viewed every third Wednesday of each month and by only then by prearrangement.

1843, St. Lawrence River, New York: Wood Knocking Follows Wagons


1843, St. Lawrence River, New York: Wood Knocking Follows Wagons

Jeb Hacker ran a wagon along the St. Lawrence River.  Usually, he would hire himself out for day trips of dry goods or maybe transporting a couple of passengers, though to be fair, his wagon had few amenities – let alone seats.

It had been a slow month along the river and Hacker was down to his last few cents, which he was saving in case the horse needed new shoes, which I probably the reason why Hacker agreed to take a young woman and her mistress up to Montreal, Canada.

It was a few day trip and he might lose money on the whole procedure, if the weather turned bad.  The first night after they set out, Hacker remained up to brush his horse.  That is when the whole woods around him seemed to pop to live with a terrific knocking sound.

First, Hacker thought it was gunfire, but the sound was not crisp enough and more organic sounding.  Maybe like rocks hit together or against fallen logs. While the knocking sounded very harsh and loud, it did not disturb the sleeping women.  Or if it did, they said nothing of it the next morning.

The following night, they were caught in a downpour and sheltered in the wagon.  When Hacker excused himself to make water, he heard the knocking sounds again.  This time louder and with much more violence.  It seemed to come from several directions at once.  If Hacker knew better he would have suspected they were surrounded.

Once they got to Montreal, Hacker inquired about the knocking with some other highway men in the local saloon.  They told him he had been very lucky.  Most people who heard those sorts of knocks, reported to have been attacked. The daylight attacks occurred the following day as stagecoaches and wagons were barraged by boulders and tree branches falling all around them as they made their way through the woods.

The locals claimed there was a family of Bigfoot who lived in the woods and did not take kindly to trespassers.

1878, Ogemaw Springs, Michigan: Lumber Miller’s Wife Assaulted By White Bigfoot


1878,  Ogemaw Springs, Michigan: Lumber Miller’s Wife Assaulted By White Bigfoot

Elise Parliament Card was hanging the washing in her backyard.  Her husband, the afternoon foreman at the West Branch Lumber Mill, had just returned to work after having a sandwich lunch at home.

Elise claimed that she heard a mighty rustling in the cow fields.  Then the cows all became agitated.  That is when she saw a large white monster, running on all fours, leap over one of the cows.  It landed and stood up to its full height of over 12 feet.  It let out a massive roar, then sprang toward the washing line, Elise was standing under.

Fearing, mightily, for her life, Elise took herself into the house as fast as she could.  The screen door slammed behind her as she saw the 12 foot monster, with red eyes, and a large nose, get itself tangled in the washing line.  Screaming Elise fled the house.  She ran all the way to the West Branch Lumber Mill and refused to return home for several hours.

Her husband did find large feet prints in the area around the pulled down washing line and upset clothing.  No other evidence was mentioned in their accounts.