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


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.

1976, Basswood Pond State Forest, New York: Bigfoot Captured on Tape


1976, Basswood Pond State Forest, New York: Bigfoot Captured on Tape

Bigfoot hunter Catherine Sullivan set up her recording gear near Basswood Pond. She and her partner, Donna Simon, placed their idea of Bigfoot bait around the area. This “bait” consisted of tiny baskets filled with one or two apples. Sullivan claimed that Bigfoot loved apples and other fresh fruit, a certainty that came to her in a dream.

Simon and Sullivan were idly chatting around 7:35 PM when Simon stopped the conversation. She motioned for Sullivan to be still. Coming across the pond was a slow moan that grew to a howl. It suddenly stopped, just as Sullivan snapped on the reel-to-reel recorder.

For about twenty minutes, the howling continued. The sound seemed to travel around the lake. Sullivan thinks that the Bigfoot was walking around the lake searching for something, possibly another Bigfoot. She assumed this based on other recordings of the creature which she classified as happy, distressed, and calling out to one another.

Unfortunately, all of Catherine Sullivan’s hours and hours of Bigfoot recordings were destroyed in a house fire in the Summer of 2001. So all we have left are her field notes and stories.

1956, Stewart State Forest, New York: Hunter Sees Something Strange


1956, Stewart State Forest, New York: Hunter Sees Something Strange

George Deen had tracked a deer all morning. Finally, he got a good clean bead on it Just as he was about to pull the trigger on his rifle, the deer quickly bolted to the right. Deen scanned the area for the deer. There was no trace of the animal. Not even a branch shaking.

It was then Deen noticed how still and quiet the woods were, even the wind seemed to stop. Deen lowered his rifle and took his hat off to wipe his brow. He glanced down for a split second. When he looked up, everything around him seemed engulfed in a strong gust of wind. It was strong enough to knock him out of his crouch.

As Deen steadied himself, he saw the creature. It was massive like three high school liner backers but moved like a bat of hell. Deen did not get a good look at it. But he is convinced that it was a Bigfoot that barreled past him that afternoon. Mainly, he believes it because of the awful smell left behind, just hanging there between the trees, seeming to wilt leaves and made birds fall from the branches.

When Deen told his friends about it, a few believed him since they encountered that terrible funk in the woods as well. But a few of his friends remained incredulous based on the speed at which the Bigfoot Creature was reported to have had. Everyone knows Bigfoot lumbers and does not engage in speedy foot races.

2008, New York University, New York: Chaim Declan Lectures on Bigfoot Migrations


2008, New York University, New York: Chaim Fliver Lectures on Bigfoot Migrations

Prof. Chaim Declan, internationally recognized Economist from the University of Cork College in Ireland, presents his research on Bigfoot at NYU.  Prof. Declan was invited to speak at a week long symposium entitled, (De)territorializing Bigfoot: The Body Without Organs as Crypid Machine.

Prof. Declan’s paper entitled, “The Progressive Symptom of Temperature and Migratory Patterns of Bigfoot Sightings.”  In it, Prof. Declan argued that mutualism fails when climate response differs between interacting species. “Timing and temperature is everything when species interact.”

Prof. Declan’s research was very well received, though he was denied tenure, in part, because of his Bigfoot distractions.

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.

1977, Whitehall, New York: Police Officer Chases Bigfoot


1977, Whitehall, New York: Police Officer Chases Bigfoot

Officer Delano Berube was running a radar speed trap along Ryder Road, about a mile south of Tub Mountain near Whitehall, New York.  It was early morning and there was not much traffic.  Officer Berube had his widow cracked as there was a light rain falling.

“That is when I first heard the screaming,” Berube, now retired told a table of Sasquatch Hunters at a recent convention, “Sounded like a wild animal and one of those ladies in the horror pictures.”

“I shut off the engine to get a better bead on the direction of the screams and was just about to radio it in, when the bushes a few feet in front of my cruiser shook like we were in a terrible winter storm, unnatural like.  Especially, since there was hardly a breeze that morning.”

“I turned on my headlights and that must have startled it.  Because out from the bush, stepping right on to the road, was an 8 foot hairy creature.  The life I lead flashed before my eyes when we two locked gazes.  It was pure evil, I could feel its chilly soul in that hungry gaze.”

“If you remember, I had switched off my cruiser, which I realized when the beast started toward me.  In a pure moment of training, I flipped on the overhead cherries and siren.  The Bigfoot stopped dead in the road.  It threw its hands up over its ears.   Then turned its left shoulder down, just like a running back would the moment of a hand off.”

“I knew it planned on ramming right into my cruiser, but its pause was just enough time for me to start the car and throw her into drive.  I peeled out.  Just was the creature was about to shoulder into my hood, I took evasive maneuver and the damn thing hit the side of the car instead.  Banged it up good.  Had to replace the door, in fact.”

“I half expected the car to flip, but it kept going.  The creature took chase, it was fast enough to stay about three car lengths behind me.  Grunting and growling the whole time.  It finally broke off when I crossed over Wood Creek.  Damned thing just stopped and screeched bloody murder.”

Officer Berube’s story was not believed by many on the force and the resulting repair to his cruiser was docked from his pay.

1959, Keuka Lake, New York: Citizen’s Band Radio Enthusiast Nearly Runs Over Green Bigfoot


1959, Keuka Lake, New York: Citizen’s Band Radio Enthusiast Nearly Runs Over Green Bigfoot

Charles W. Schwartz was returning from the post office where he picked up the new tube for his Class D CB radio.  The package had come from some Army friends of Schwartz’s still stationed over in Germany.  Schwartz was admittedly distracted by the rough brown paper wrapping and the tight twine tied around the box, making immediate perusal of the interior parts, impossible.

Schwartz admitted, too, that he might have been speeding.  Speeding and not paying attention, that was until he saw, out of the corner of his eye, someone step into the road.  The person who came lumbering out on to the road was not a person at all.  Schwartz barely had time to jerk his steering wheel to the right, cutting across the double line.  He slammed on the breaks and brought his car to a screeching halt.

He was so upset that he did not even mind that his precious radio parts had been roughly strewn upon the floor of the car.  Schwartz flung open his door and sprung from the car.  He called out, not entirely sure that he had missed hitting the person in the road.  That is when Schwartz took full account of the thing he mistook for a person.

It was clearly a monster.  It was hairy and tall, with a distinct mossy, algae green glow.  It had large red eyes that seemed to scream at him.  A gigantic mouth with sharp, broken teeth, fangs sprouted up and over rows of incisors.  It had massive palms and feet.  Its toes and fingers were strangely delicate, thin, even.  Schwartz said he recognized it as a Sasquatch, in part, because the creature did not seem interested, at all, in him or the missed collision.  Instead, it kept moving its slow plodding path across the road.  Without looking up or at him, the Sasquatch padded off into the woods toward Keuka Lake.

Schwartz considered, for a foolish second, following the monster to see where it was headed.  He considered what a wonderful discovery he would make, discovering the bathing habits of the North American Sasquatch. But without a camera or any other recording device, Schwartz, rightly, considered that no one would believe whatever it was he discovered by pursuing the beast.

Schwartz’s own personal safety was, strangely, never a consideration.  From that day on, Schwartz took on the CB handle of “GreenFoot,” the explanation of which he delighted in regaling the interested and the curious.