1951,¬†Chattahoochee National Forest, Georgia: Bigfoot Steals Fishing Boots

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1951, Chattahoochee National Forest, Georgia: Bigfoot Steals Fishing Boots

Alan Mellot was getting ready for his pre-dawn fishing, when he remembered he forgot something back at his tent. So he jogged back up toward his campsite.

On his way back to his fishing spot, Mellot saw a large Bigfoot ambling past him. He noticed that the creature held in its paws Mellot’s pair of brand new fishing boots. Mellot called out for the Bigfoot to stop, but the creature did not stop. Nor did the monster drop the new fishing boots.

“I don’t know why it took those boots,” Mellot said, “there was no way in hell they would have fit those gigantic feet of Bigfoot.”

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1951, Oakmulgee, Alabama: Bigfoot Tracks Found

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1951, Oakmulgee, Alabama: Bigfoot Tracks Found

While hiking in the woods, Ross Stoller came across three large footprints. The prints circled around a large, tall tree. There were two full foot impressions and one partial. The two full impressions were nearly side by side, like a large biped was standing still. The partial was just the toes of the foot.

Each print was about 1/4 of an inch deep and at least 14 inches long. Stoller marked the tree and tried to convince his friend Mildred Burkehead to come out and take some photos of it, but Burkehead was baking a pie and refused to leave her kitchen.

Stoller was upset, but ate the pie when it was done.

1951, Whitman Lake, Alaska: Fisherman Pelted with Pine Cones

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1951, Whitman Lake, Alaska: Fisherman Pelted with Pine Cones

Ross Collins was fishing alone. He had caught many fish, but kept only a few.

Collins was gathering up his tackle, when he noticed a pine cone fall a few feet in front of him. He thought it odd, since the nearest pine tree was pretty far back along the trail he came in on.  But Collins knew sometimes things fall from the sky that have no business being in the air in the first place. So he paid it a little attention.

A few minutes later, as he bent over his tackle, he felt something pelt his back. He jerked upright just as the next pine cone landed on his gear.

For the next few minutes, pine cones rained down on Collins. Many of them landing directly on him, others missing him completely. When the barrage was over, he counted at least 35 pine cones.

When he told his friend about the hail of pine cones and detailed where he had been fishing. His friend informed him that spot was very close to a Bigfoot nest and there had been many, many strange sightings and other weird things happening around that spot.

Collins, not believing in Bigfoot, chalked it up to teenagers being bad kids.