2010, Devil’s Lake Park, Wisconsin: Drunk Lady is Pushed Off Cliff by Bigfoot

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2010, Devil’s Lake Park, Wisconsin: Drunk Lady is Pushed Off Cliff by Bigfoot

Ashlee Price had been partying and drink Bud Lights all afternoon when she wandered away from her friends. Price was upset about something Vicky said to Connor about something that happened at Taylors two weeks ago. Which was totally NOT true.

Price stumbled up an undesignated part off West Bluff Trail. She thinks she may have been looking for somewhere to pee. Suddenly a large creature rushed at her and shoved her down. She looked up at the monster and recongized it as a Bigfoot.

As she scrambled backward, the Bigfoot kept approaching her. Price managed to stand up. That is when the Bigfoot pushed her again, this time send her over the side of a 25 foot drop.

She broke her leg and elbow in the fall. He friends came running when they heard the gleeful howling laughter of the Bigfoot. The monster was doing a little dance and pointing and howling with what Price interpreted as mockery of her.

Price made a full recovery, but had a difficult time convincing the authorities that a Bigfoot pushed her and not one of her drunk friends.

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2001, Forked Run State Park, Ohio: Rocks Thrown at Hunters

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2001, Forked Run State Park, Ohio: Rocks Thrown at Hunters

Vinny Dick, Jr and his hunting buddy Danny Drake had set up their tree stands a few hours before sunrise. They were already four beers into their twelve pack and had not seen a single white tail bopping around the forest. The pair drank in silence. Waiting.

The first rock hit the tree next to Dick’s head. Shards of stone and bark hit the side of his face. The second and third rocks hit Drake in the chest and shoulder. The impact made him drop his rifle to the forest floor.

The rocks flew fast and furious after the gun hit the ground. Dick managed to stand up and shout that he was going kill who ever was throwing rocks them. He managed to get that out before a rock knocked his hat off and broke his nose.

Drake jumped from the tree sit and rolled his ankle pretty badly. He managed to crawl behind some boulders that shielded him from the barrage. Dick was not so lucky, he tried to climb down the rope ladder, but kept getting pelted in the back and legs with rocks.

Dick was bruised and bleeding when he hit the ground. By the time he crawled over to the hiding spot next to Drake, the rocks had stopped, but he howling began. At that point, it became clear that the two had been under attack from an angry Bigfoot.

Dick thinks that the Bigfoot wanted to hunt that same area and was upset by competition. Drake is thankful to be alive, really.

2010, Windrock Mountain, Tennessee: Mountain Bikers Attacked by Bigfoot

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2010, Windrock Mountain, Tennessee: Mountain Bikers Attacked by Bigfoot

Jeff “Brickman” Brickman and Rod “Tray” Traynor were mountain biking down the Middle Finger trail. It was around dusk and the light was breaking up as it filtered through the trees.

Brickman was leading.

“Tray was totally trying to catch up,” Brickman continues, “I could hear him huffing and puffing like a little bitch.”

Traynor just sniffles.

“Anyway, before I know it, there is this monterous scream and then there is this hairy dude…”

“Creature,” Traynor interrupts.

“…Yeah, this big muscly creature like a ‘roid head from the gym, you know. And just as effing hairy too. Like one of them Armenian plumbers, I knew in Fresno,” Brickman bragged.

“Yeah, Brickman, used to live in Fresno, in case he hasn’t mentioned it yet. He will, about a billion more times,”” Traynor spit his chew into an empty Monster drink.

“So anyway, this creature is just howling and screaming and waving its long hairy arms. I thought I was at an Edgar Winter Concert…”

“Who?”

“Edgar Winter! Man, he is this albino scientologist wicked guitar player…” Brickman started to air guitar.

“Whatever, man, get back to the bigfoot…”

“Right. So this damn Bigfoot, ’cause that is totally what the creature was, man. It was a huge stinky bigfoot and he started hauling ass after us. It comes barrelling down, crashing through the tress and shit. Tray sped past me. I could tell he totally pissed his pants too!”

“Aw man. You did to. Especially, when that bigfoot started chucking rocks at you,” Traynor said with a red face.

“Yeah, it totally did. But I don’t think he was trying to hit me. Not really. I mean if that bigfoot really wanted to it could have totally annihilated us, son. I mean, personally, I think it was just effing with us.”

“Yeah you might be right. I mean it did just stop. Just like that,” Traynor claps his hands in front of his face.

“Me, personally, I think bigfoot is kind of a dick,” Brickman said stoically.

Traynor laughed and laughed.

1995, Targhee National Forest, Idaho: Police Officer Shoots at Bigfoot

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1995, Targhee National Forest, Idaho: Police Officer Shoots at Bigfoot

Off duty police officer, Walter Norman was driving home along Old Chick Creek Road. Suddenly, his car was hit with rocks. At first, Norman thought he hit a pothole, but when the rocks started falling on the hood and roof of his car, he knew he was under attack.

Norman pulled to the side of the road. He used the spotlight on the side of his car to scan the bushes and trees. That is when Norman saw a black mass, over five feet wide and darkening over 12 feet high. When he shown the spotlight directly on it, the mass only got darker.

Norman saw the mass throw a rock at his car which hit the back widow. Norman jumped out of his car and identified himself as police. The mass tossed more rocks at him, at which point Norman fired several shots into the mass. There was a monstrous scream and then a tremendous rustling as the mass scurried off into the woods away from the road.

Norman crept over to where the black mass had been. He noticed a thick reddish fluid which was consistent with blood and tufts of dark black hair. Norman left convinced that he had been attacked by a Bigfoot and had, at least, wounded the creature.

1965, Sam Houston National Forest, Texas: Hiker Mesmerized

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1965, Sam Houston National Forest, Texas: Hiker Mesmerized

Mike Christian was hiking along Lone Star trail when he thought someone was following him. He walked a bit faster, but slowed himself up by constantly checking over his shoulder. Every rustle or snapped twig set the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.

He barely noticed when he approached the dark, overgrown section of the trail. A part of the forest where the foliage was so thick that it blocked out the sun. Christian was well into the darkened grove, when he heard the cracking of knuckles and a low guttural growl.

He started to run back the way he came but the sudden crack of a tree stopped him cold. If Christian ran three more steps, the thick tree branch that fell would have crushed him. He shrieked and ran the opposite way. He shouted for help and was waving his arms, trying to scare off whatever animal followed him.

Just as he saw the meadow beyond the trees, the butterflies floating in bright sunlight, Christan came face to face with a monster. Bigfoot had stalked him for miles. Now it stood blocking the path. It was brown, with a gigantic head, beady eyes, and enormous teeth that drooled down on its heaving chest. It bent down and roared in Christian’s face.

Christan fainted. When he woke up, a group of teenagers stood around him. He was soaking wet and covered in scrapes and mud. He was miles from where he last remembered being. And the teenagers who found him could offer no explanation as to how he got there or how long he was blackout.

To this day, Christan believes that Bigfoot put him under a magic spell and kept him as a prisoner for days, though there is little evidence, physical or otherwise, to support his belief.

1906, Big Hole National Forest, Montana: The Surveyor and the Boulder

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1906, Big Hole National Forest, Montana: The Surveyor and the Boulder

Tim Fisano was hired by the Federal Government to survey the newly created Big Hole National Forest in Montana. Fisano had worked since dawn setting up his Y-Level and plum bobs.

He took a break to organize his notes, sitting on the edge of a large rocky section of terrain. He had his papers spread out weighed down by little rocks and pebbles he obsessively pocketed throughout the day.

Fiano heard a scraping noise above him. Then a shower of dirt and debris pelted his papers. He looked up just in time to see a huge creature push against a boulder at the edge of the cliff. Fisano quickly leaped out of the way as the boulder crashed down upon his notes. If he had not moved he would have been killed.

Fisano looked up to see the hairy wildman beating its chest and howling like a hundred wolves. When Fisano reported this to his superiors, they told him in confidence that he narrowly escaped an attack by a Bigfoot. This particular Bigfoot had been troubling rangers and other hikers in the area for years. Many disappeared without a trace. Fisano was dubious.

2010, Near New Washington, Ohio: Bus Load of Elderly Attacked By Bigfoot

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2010, Near New Washington, Ohio: Bus Load of Elderly Attacked By Bigfoot

Joe Toth was driving a charter bus from Newark to Kelley’s Island, Ohio. It was about a three hour trip, but since Toth was charter by a senior citizen retirement home, his route was off the major freeways.

About half way into the trip, just outside of New Washington and about twenty-five minutes after the last scheduled bathroom stop, Toth’s bus started to act funny – like all the power was draining.

Toth gunned the engine but it just sputtered and stalled. He barely got the bus over to the side of the road. They were really in the middle of nowhere, only flat nearly barren farmland as far as anyone could see.

Just as the seniors started to get restless, Toth came back into the bus to inform the travelers that another bus was on its way. It was then, as Toth finished his little speech, that the bus started rocking back and forth.

All the seniors tsk tsked and gasp as big hairy palms slapped at the windows and huge yellow teeth gnashed in growling howls. Toth got a good look at it as it bolted around the bus.

“It was a Bigfoot if I ever seen one. Looks just like that fellow they got on the television these days. Nasty smelly ape man with huge feet,” Toth reported.

After about twenty minutes of the Bigfoot attack, the seniors all worked up and agitated, the assault ended just as quickly as it started.

“Sure enough, as soon as that Bigfoot left, didn’t the bus start right back up,” Toth said, “Seems to me that the Bigfoot had some magical power that drained all the electricity out of the bus. Its the only explanation.”