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

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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.

1919, Boomer Hill Area, Oregon: Bigfoot Seen Eating Beehive

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1919, Boomer Hill Area, Oregon: Bigfoot Seen Eating Beehive

Buck Troll and his brother Heck Troll were fledgling Oregon moonshiners. Not that they were very adept at concocting the stuff. In fact, they nearly blew themselves up with their second still. The first failed due to lack of piping.

Their third still was brewing up nicely. Buck arrived to relieve his brother for the afternoon, since Heck had an appointment with a judge. As the two brothers exchanged their scant pleasantries, there came a loud commotion from a few yard behind their stillhouse.

Heck grabbed the shotgun as he followed Buck toward the noise. Both stood in wordless amazement at what they saw. A 12 to 18 foot man creature was pulling at the large honeybee hive hanging in the upper branches of one of the trees. The creature was entirely covered in thick stringy hair which smelled like the bottom of a fish barrel.

Heck started laughing something awful when he saw the monster finally pop the beehive from the branch and stuff it into its gigantic mouth. Buck did not laugh on account of being so scared. Buck knew what he was looking at, while Heck did not. See, Buck was the older brother and grew up knowing about the Boomer Hill Monster.

A creature so fierce it would eat whole beehives including the bees and not care one whit if it got stung in the mouth or the throat or the belly! Now Buck was face to face with his worst nightmare, he was too scared to run.  But not too scared to knock the shotgun out of his damn fool of a brother’s hand, when Heck leveled it at the creature.

Heck’s yell in protest scared the Boomer Hill Monster, Buck figures, because the creature leaped from the tree and took off like a stuck pig into the woods. Buck refused to return to the stillhouse ever again, even through Heck assured him the creature never returned.