TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY!
1890, Platte Valley, Nebraska: Wildfires Blamed on Bigfoot
The drought that gripped Nebraska in 1890 was the cause of immense suffering. In the Platte Valley, farmers commiserated about the drought. While holding a meeting at a local church, the alarm was raised. There was a fire. It quickly spread from Old Miller’s fields into the neighboring farms.
The fires burned for nearly a week and burned over 300 acres, decimating whatever crops were growing. After the last smoldering embers were stamped out, an investigation was undertaken. The Smith boy, Alfred, claimed that he heard the hounds barking and ran to the back porch to see what was agitating them. Fearing a fox, he took the shotgun as he went toward the chicken coop.
That is when he saw a 15 foot tall, hairy, wild man run into the barn. The horses started going crazy, so Alfred hung his lantern on the hook near the barn door and slowly entered. As he did, the creature pushed him over. Alfred managed to fire the shotgun once, which missed the monster but enraged the beast. As it swung its arms about, it knocked the lantern over. A fire spread quickly through the barn and into the dry field behind it. Alfred was lucky to escape with his life.
Many people believed the story of the hairy creature’s culpability, but many more thought Alfred Smith was a damned liar.
TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY!
1890, Bollinger Mill, Missouri: Man Assaulted While Crossing Burfordville Covered Bridge
Sandy Sparks, an employee at the Bollinger Mill, was walking home from his shift grinding corn. He stopped on the Burfordville bridge to smoke a cigarette before making the walk uphill toward home.
Sparks admitted that he was not paying close enough attention to have seen which way it came from, but suddenly he was being attacked by a hairy ape-thing. The creature, completely covered in hair and smelling like manure, was pummeling him with large meaty fists.
Caught unawares, Sparks suffered for nearly a minute under this hairy attack. But quickly, Sparks recovered his wits and fought back. Sparks prided himself on his boxing abilities, which he honed while in a prison camp during the great war between the States.
Sparks quickly turned the tables and made short order of his ape attacker. Sparks delivered furious blows and eventually landed a knockout punch. It was this punch that sent the beaten apeman over the railing of the bridge, falling the 14 feet into the Whitewater River.
Sparks watched as the ape creature sank like a stone.
TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! In 1896, Hans O’Callahan inherited a 400 acre farm from his distant relations in the middle of Michigan. Relocating his family from the Carolinas proved most troublesome. More than it was worth, so O’Callahan abandoned his wife and 7 children, faking his own death in a canoeing accident. No one really believed it, especially not Mr. Mortenstern of Mortenstern and Willis Bank who held all the family’s debt. But that is another matter.
O’Callahan made most of his miserable fortune on the grift and graft – selling elixirs and ointments mostly concocted from berries and chalk – and as such was ill prepared to take over a working farm. Let alone a 400 acre one.
After a year of utter failure, poverty, and despair, O’Callahan overheard a drunken discussion of the Michigan Wildman or the Sasquatch. He took great interest in the story of how this fierce and brutal creature, 8 feet tall, with terrible teeth and monstrous paws, terrorized women and road men, alike. A few days later he devised an ingenious ploy to separate fools and their money.
Hans O’Callahan spread a rumor among the town’s general supply store and bars that he had several nasty encounters with this Sasquatch on his land. And that he had come upon nests and other evidence that there were many such creatures living on his 400 acres.
Once the stories were commonplace and he was being asked or stopped anywhere he went. He put into motion the second part of his plan. He organized Sasquatch Hunts. For a small fee, brave and steely men, no children or ladies allowed, could spend a night on his property. Anything they captured or killed would be their sole property, but he did not guarantee anything – let alone survival!
So it was in 1897. that Hans O’Callahan organized the first ever BIGFOOT ATTRACTION!
TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! Orrin Rossiter is fishing on the banks of Lake Bomoseen in Vermont when he is chased by a “pitch black apeman darker than any Negro I have ever lain mine eyes upon.” Rossiter claims that the hairy apeman had a hunched over gait and moved roughly through the bushes. Rossiter managed to escape the fiend by climbing a large tree and shouting until the apeman backed away. But the two maintained a standoff, one in a tree the other curled in a hairy heap at the bottom, for several hours. Eventually, Rossiter fell asleep in the tree. When he awoke, the creature was gone – leaving only a pile of apeman poop behind.