Welcome. The stories I'm about to tell
you are of real Bigfoot encounters and sightings.
They are true and happened to people like me and you.
They come from my collection of stories I call The Bigfoot
Project. Years ago, during the summer of
1974, John lived about two miles north of Baltimore, OH, off of
Route 158 in an old farmhouse. You had to go back down an old
lane of ways till you came to a cinder driveway.
You would go past an old slaughterhouse, an open field,
and a winding Creek that wrapped itself around the old house.
The nearest neighbor was half a mile away.
As John lay on the couch watching TV with his missus and
his brother-in-law who was living with them, he kept
hearing something growling. Is that your stomach growling?
He asked his wife. She said no, I thought it was
yours. John remembered that his two
German Shepherd dogs outside had been barking quite a bit at
something, but he hadn't gotten up from the couch to see what it
was. Suddenly the TV programme was
all but forgotten as a very loud thud startled the family as
something had hit the back of the house.
John sprang to his feet and went straight to the kitchen door and
peered outside into the night with the help of 100 Watt bulb.
From the porch light above the door, John was able to see one
of the dogs, the one that was united and was slowly backing
away from something that John could not see.
The dog's hair was standing up on its back and its tail was
tucked between its back legs. John being protective of his
animals brought a large Bowie knife and instructed his wife to
lock the door behind him and he stepped outside into the night
to confront whatever was out there.
He heard something large hurry away but he couldn't see it.
He grabbed his dog and retrieved the other one and let both dogs
loose to chase whatever was there.
He said about 30 seconds later he could hear his neighbors dogs
and horses carrying on over at their place.
Every night, night after night something would smack on the
back of the house, get the dogs riled up and disturb their
sleep. So finally they moved.
Some friends laughed at them and they moved into the house.
They moved out only after about a month.
The man had full 55 gallon drums of fuel oil picked up, thrown
down and smashed. John's brother-in-law saw a
creature peeking in the window one time when he came home.
He and the creature exchanged A brief stare down until it turned
and retreated off into the darkness.
John continues to hear reports from his friends and neighbors
in Morgan County and it seems that Bigfoot is alive and well
in that county. Fayette County, Ohio Dwight
Beverley left his home 1 spring morning in 2012 to go hunt
mushrooms. He drove along Miami Trace Rd.
in Fayette County, Ohio. The weather was dry that day and
it was around 60°. He parked his car by a culvert
across from the old Fish and Game Place.
He headed into the woods alone, seeking the delicious morels
that he had come to love to hunt and eat as well.
Dwight was suddenly aware of a horrendous stench.
He saw on the ground a huge pile of excrement that was extremely
fresh, although it smelled anything but fresh.
The size of this pile was shocking enough, but then Dwight
saw what looked like a rump sticking out from behind a tree
some 40 yards away. Whoever or whatever was
concealed behind the tree couldn't get its rear out of
sight along with the rest of its body.
Dwight gone in his cell phone and turned his body sideways to
the tree and pretended to be talking on the phone to someone.
He could see out of the corner of his eye that while he
pretended to be in a conversation with someone, the
owner of their protruding butt would peek around the tree and
watch him until he turned his head toward the tree and then it
would duck back behind the tree again.
By this time, our mushroom hunter was beginning to get
scared. He made a brisk walk back to his
car as the creature, which he had gotten a good look at,
stalked him from about 30 to 40 yards away all the way and
finally stopped at the tree line closest to the road.
It was 7 feet or more in height and black in color.
Dwight returned home and was white as paper as he entered the
house. He refused to go back into the
woods unless he was armed. The memory of that day will
always be with him. Jackson County, Ohio Mark Jones
grew up in Jackson County, Ohio. A little town called Colton is
where he called home. He practically lived in the
woods behind Greenlawn Cemetery. Mark and four other young
teenage boys would challenge each other to BB gunfights in
these woods. They were planning one of these
battles when they had their first encounter.
It was a summer day in the mid 1980s.
The quintet was huddled around the shoreline of a strip mine
pond behind the cemetery. Suddenly, their murmured plans
were interrupted by a resounding crack. 5 heads turned toward the
noise just in time to see a 25 foot.
Tree fall with a huge. Splash into the Clearwater of
the pond. Standing next to where the tree
had been was a 7 1/2 foot tall dark hairy creature that they
all instantly recognized as a Bigfoot.
All five boys stood with their mouths gaping more from surprise
than fear. They saw the beast bring its
hand back down to its side. It was apparent that it had
pushed the tree over. It then clenched its fists and
the boy saw its chest expand with a deep breath and then it
roared a mighty roar at the boys.
The five boys stood their ground and didn't run, but it was their
numbers that gave them courage. But it was the fact that they
had their baby guns. But it was the Bigfoot that
finally walked off and left the boys there staring at it.
Nothing more was seen until about two weeks later.
The boys were camping back in the same woods.
They had the tent set up and everything was ready.
When Mark discovered that they had left their food back at his
house. He and one of the other boys had
to walk back to retrieve it. The boys had to walk down a
gravel Rd. in the dark. They approached an old farmhouse
that had another building beside it and across the gravel Rd.
from the house was a field. There was a ditch between the
field and the road, and as they walked past the house and field
they could just make out something at the edge of the
field, about 10 feet away from them and just barely illuminated
by a security light, they could see the whites of its eyes
following their movement past it, turning their heads to see
what it was revealed. A Bigfoot sitting Indian style
cross legged with its arms crossed as it sat at the edge of
the field. Now this sighting did spook the
boys and they ran for all they were worth towards Route 93.
After reaching the safety of the highway and cars with
headlights, the pair talked about what they had seen and
decided to go back to camp. As they approached the spot
where the Bigfoot had been sitting, the boys discovered
that the creature was gone, so they made their way back to the
others to tell them what they had seen.
Nothing else happened that night or even the next day.
The last run in with Bigfoot occurred the next weekend when
Mark and another one of the boys were back in the woods again.
As usual. As the boys were walking in the
moonlit woods, something grunted at them from behind.
The pair turned and looked back. About 100 feet away was a huge,
muscular figure standing there looking at them.
Mark said that neither he nor the other boy felt fear.
It was almost as if it was telling us goodbye, Mark said.
The giant turned and walked off into the shadows, never to be
seen by the boys again. The weather in Missouri in July
is often hot and humid, and that was the case on this day in 1984
as Amy and her family were visiting friends of her
grandmother's on a secluded rural area of the Xiaomi state.
The party of five were hiking through the woods on a well used
trail, with Amy way out ahead of the rest of the troupe.
She recalls being probably 150 yards out in front of the
others. The path through the woods was
full of twists and turns, and at that distance she was completely
out of sight and earshot of the others.
All she remembers is it something standing on the same
trail she was walking. Adding to her shock, she bumped
into its immense legs. At nine years old, the top of
her head barely came up to its fingertips, which hung down from
its monstrous arms. She was absolutely petrified.
She didn't even look up at its face, but kept her eyes trained
on its legs, which were inches from her face.
After what seemed like forever, she found herself running back
screaming towards her family, who by now were just around the
bend in the trail. She doesn't even remember the
creature walking away or stepping aside.
After a while it was just gone. She said, undoubtedly in shock.
She suddenly snapped out of it and ran for the safety of the
others. Of course, they didn't believe
her and assured that she had perhaps seen a deer, bear, or
some other animal, or that she had just imagined it.
Doubt from family or friends is a common result when witnesses
open up about a sighting. I hear it quite often from many
witnesses that I've spoken with. Sometimes the witnesses even
begin to doubt themselves, but then they will replay the
incident over in their minds again and realize that it did
indeed take place. Regardless of what family and
friends say. Amy knows what she saw that day.
She said that it never made a sound, She never smelled
anything, nothing. But it did make a very big
impression on her life. She wants to know more.
She wants to know what it is. What does it think about us?
Does it need to be protected from man?
Let's all find out. Together.
We share the same planet with them.
We have for thousands of years. The witnesses are out there.
The evidence is there too. Let's solve this mystery once
and for all. Summit County, Ohio headed home
from work in May of 2013. At around 1:00 in the morning,
Joshua saw something across Akron Peninsula Rd. in the very
populated county of Summit. Being just a few miles from the
Cuyahoga Falls and less than 10 miles from Akron does not seem
to discourage the Sasquatch as there have been a number of
sightings in the area. The Cuyahoga Valley National
Recreation Area provides ample acreage for the creatures to
hide in when they aren't making their forays into more populated
areas of this part of Ohio. As Joshua was just cresting a
hill, he saw a very large dark figure cross the road about 200
feet up ahead of his car. What shocked him so much he
remembered was the fact that he could see a road sign between
the striding legs of the giant that he estimated to be another
100 feet on down the road. Three steps from left to right
and it was gone. It had disappeared into the
trees only 10 feet from the road.
Joshua pulled off the road as soon as it crossed to regain his
composure. He was scared of what he had
just seen. After sitting in the car for
about 5 minutes, Josh pulled up on the road another 150 feet to
the exact spot where the creature had crossed and pulled
off the road again. He stated that he did not see,
hear or smell anything at all. The creature had disappeared
into the trees and headed towards the river, but it
remains a constant figure in Joshua's thoughts and dreams.
The witness who was bow hunting in Vinton County, Ohio on the
6th of November, 2013, near the little town of Ray, wishes to
remain anonymous. Dressed in full camel from a
ladder stand, he was watching a feeder baited with corn and
apples situated in a stand of mature Pines.
At around 5:45, from a distance of what he thought was less than
50 feet, he heard a vocalization that he described as a howl
scream roar which lasted some 5 to 10 seconds.
The doe's that were feeding on the corn at the feeder
immediately ran in the opposite direction from which the scream
came. This cry made the hunter afraid
as it related to me that he had haunted all over the US and
Canada and even South Africa and he had never heard such a scream
as this. He said that it sounded almost
like a scream that a large cat would make, with the cry of a
baboon added to it. He checked online when he
returned home and said that he discovered a recording of what
was supposed to be the Ohio Grass Man and it was identical
to what he had heard on that November evening in southern
Ohio. He asked that I not mention his
name as he wants to continue to hunt the property, again without
the landowner knowing anything about his incident.
He did tell me, however, that he was a skeptic before, but now he
is a believer. Vinton County produced a number
of calls and emails during the summer of 2014.
One such call was from Stephanie Gifford, who told me of a few
incidents that took place at their cabin that they used to
own there. It was settled back in the woods
just off Route 278, about midway between Lake Hope State Parks
and the little town of Zaliki. She and her husband Ed would
make their way from their Delaware County home with their
two dogs to spend some quiet time at the cabin.
Away from civilization, away from people, and away from
noise, but right in the home of Bigfoot.
The first time they heard it, it was 8 to 10 years ago and all
they heard was something bipedal and very heavy run right past
the open window of their cabin. Nothing was seen as it was pitch
black and nothing was found in the daylight such as tracks or
other evidence. Stephanie did say that one of
the neighbors had asked her once if she had ever noticed anything
strange going on on the property.
She answered no because at the time nothing strange had
happened yet. The second time was 5 or 6 years
ago in the fall. Again and again while they were
watching TV one night, her husband heard a scream from
outside in the far distance. It was followed a second or two
later by an extremely loud scream that lasted a good 30
seconds or more and sounded like it was coming from right outside
their window. As their two dogs ran to the
back bedroom to hide, Ed ran outside without even thinking to
confront whatever it was to find only pitch darkness.
When the screaming stopped, he heard no sounds at all from man
or beast or even insects. Nothing.
Just total silence. He didn't see or hear anything
walking away. The Giffords sold the property
two years ago and Stephanie told me that just before they did,
she visited the cabin with a new dog, a Rottweiler, shepherd,
collie mix. That although nothing was seen
or heard, the two days that they were there was absolutely
terrified the entire time they visited.
It was the summer of 2008 or 2009 during August and it was
very hot and that meant night fishing for catfish.
Alan and Amelia Scott made the trip to Salt Fork from their
Belmont County home to try their luck on some of the whiskered
wonders. They had driven into the park
just before dark and were set up bank fishing off of Road 23,
which is visible as you drive by the lake on Route 22.
It was between 10:00 and 11:00 PM and Alan said they had about
3 or 4 fish on the Stringer when it started.
It was a series of womanlike screams that started some
distance away but was getting closer to the couple.
The pair asked each other if they had heard the sound and
what they thought it could be making it when after a few
minutes it became obvious that whatever it was was getting
closer and closer and they didn't really want to stick
around to see who or what was doing it.
The next time they heard it, it was very loud and closer still,
so the pair packed up to leave almost in a panic.
When Alan slammed the car door and started the engine, he could
see and hear trees breaking in the dim light of the moon and
stars. Whatever it was, it was now less
than 10 yards from the fleeing fisherman.
Through the open passenger side window they could hear the
screams and the heavy stomping of feet as trees and brush were
broken like uncooked spaghetti. Alan mashed the gas and held the
steering wheel with a death grip as he and his wife made their
escape. The creature kept up with the
car even though it continued to knock down everything in its way
until the vehicle was doing 35 to 40 miles an hour.
When they finally hit road one, they made a left turn and a
right turn on Route 22. And to validate the whole story,
they have never been back. Annette Nashit and Nikki Adkins
aren't likely to forget their ride to work.
July 16th, 2014. The pair were heading up Enon
Road at 5:25 AM when they came to where Enon crosses over the
Mad River. A very large, hairy creature
appeared in front of Nicky's car and crossed from left to right
in front of the startled women, and that said that the creature
threw its hand up in front of its face to shield its eyes from
the car's high beams. It was well over 6 feet tall in
spite of its stooped posture. She said that it had to have
weighed 4 to 500 lbs. It must have come up from the
river as the hair on its lower body appeared to be wet, she
added. The creature was a dark brown in
colour and the hair on its arm that it raised up to shield its
eyes had four to five inch long hair hanging from it.
Both women had had previous sightings of Bigfoot.
Nikki's was elsewhere and Annette's, interestingly enough,
was only a mile or so away. In 1985 she saw one on the
railroad tracks that got to a bipedal position when it got to
Old Mill Rd. It then walked away on 2 legs
and disappeared. This was also in early morning,
5:00 to 5:30 AM that occurred in March or April of 85, Allegheny
National Forest, PA During the second week of June 2010, Dave
Groves and a friend travelled to the Allegheny National Forest to
ride their ATVs at the Marionville Timberline ATV
Trail. It had been raining earlier that
day, but then it stopped and the sun came out at around 3:30 or
4:00 in the afternoon. Dave was riding out ahead of his
buddy and he got completely out of sight from him, so he stopped
at a fork in the trail to wait for his friend to catch up with
him. He left his quad idling and
dismounted and removed his helmet.
He was standing next to his machine when he first saw a fist
size rock hit his ATV by the tire.
Now a rock hitting your ATV tire is something that happens quite
a bit as you race around in the woods at a fast clip.
It's not supposed to happen when your machine is stopped and just
sitting there idling. Three or four of these fist
sized projectiles hit the quad all in precisely the same spot
where Dave was able to spot one of the missiles as it flew
through the air, and then suddenly he was also able to
spot the culprit who launched it.
Some 100 feet away, crouched down in a brown growth of weeds,
was a darker black spot that suddenly stood up to reveal
itself to Dave. It was a Bigfoot.
Dave instantly knew what it was. He could see its fingers move on
its overly large hands and long arms.
He saw the muscles bulge in its huge chest and shoulders.
The only problem was, Dave didn't believe that Bigfoot was
real. It was someone's imagination or
misidentification. In a matter of seconds he
changed his mind about them being a myth.
This was really happening. They were real and here was 1
standing 30 yards away from him. He and the seven foot creature
stared at each other for 10 or 15 seconds.
He remembers that the thing was black.
He couldn't see any other colour anywhere on its body, just black
all over. He saw its face but couldn't say
if it was covered in black hair or black skin.
The eyes were dark and he could see its nose and lips.
He kept saying that the shoulders were huge.
It was built like a football player in shoulder pads.
The head sat right on the shoulders, no visible neck at
all. He didn't see any aggression
from it as it just stared at him, but he wondered if there
might be others around. He said that although he didn't
believe in Bigfoot at the time, he was aware that if they were
real, they didn't really like to make their presence known.
So why had it been throwing rocks at him?
He thought that maybe there were little ones close by and maybe
the creature wanted him to leave.
I think that was a very intelligent assessment.
Without taking his eyes off Dave, the Bigfoot stepped
backwards. 123 steps and it disappeared into the trees.
Dave was more than ready to be on his way as well and quickly
slid to a seated position on the quad and took off as fast as he
could go. As he speed away down the trail,
he wasn't sure that he was going to run into the beast again.
Any place along the trail where the tree line came close to
where he was riding. He expected the thing to jump
out at him and pull him off his machine.
The adrenaline and reality were starting to kick in big time and
his heart was racing, knees were shaking, and his mind kept
replaying the incident over and over again.
Finally spotting some other ATV Ers along the trail who were
having fun driving the machines in and out of a very muddy part
of the trail, Dave stopped and pretended to be interested in
what they were doing. Actually, he felt safe around
the other people, just in case the creature had any ideas about
showing up again. Plus, he needed to wait for his
buddy who was still somewhere on the trail behind him.
After a short wait, the two friends were reunited and
finished their ride without any other incidents.
Dave was very quiet on the ride back home and told me that he
barely talked to his friend. He didn't mention his sighting
to him either. As a matter of fact, he told me
that he didn't even confide in this man about what had happened
that day until the fall of last year.
Dorchester, MA. It all started with a phone call
one morning in July of 2013. It's not unusual for me to get
calls at all hours of the day and night, but this one started
out a little crazy. This fellow, David, and I won't
use his last name as I no longer hear from him and I don't think
he would want to be identified, started asking me questions
about Bigfoot. Did they do this, did they sound
like that, would they, could they, will they, etcetera.
When I found out that he lived in Massachusetts, I questioned
why he had called me in southeastern Ohio.
He stated that no one in his area would take him seriously
and get back in touch with him. I asked him to tell me what
happened and he replied that he lived in a triple Decker, which
is a three story apartment. He had a balcony that he would
sit out in the evenings and smoke as he didn't smoke in the
apartment. While sitting outside at night
on the third level, he would hear grunts and growls and Bush
breaking from a small patch of woods beneath his balcony.
He couldn't figure out what in the world would be making these
noises, but it frightened him to the extent that he didn't feel
safe sitting out there at night. He got up enough courage to
venture outside of his fenced in lot close to the woods one time
in the daylight and found a human looking track in the dirt
that sent chills down his spine. That was the clue, I guess, that
he needed to now begin to think that this very small patch of
woods held a Bigfoot in the PM hours under the cover of
darkness. Nothing was ever heard in the
daylight hours coming from this small tree and brush covered
area just over the fence from David's place.
But late at night when David sat and smoked on his balcony, he
would continue to hear grunts and guttural sounds that scared
him back inside to the safety of his apartment.
Afraid to ask the neighbors about his suspicions for fear of
being labeled A kook, David and I corresponded back and forth
for days as I questioned him about the latest events and
reassured him that the creature wouldn't climb over the fence
and up the third level and break into his home and RIP him to
pieces. He would tell me that he would
go into his bathroom and turn off all the lights and watch out
the window while sitting in the darkness.
At times he would catch a glimpse of red eye shine that
moved around in the wooded lot and he knew that if he could see
it over the top of the fence that was in front of the area,
then the owner of those red glowing orbs had to be quite
tall to be seen. David would send me pictures of
the area in question and it was heavily wooded for a while, then
one weekend he went away and when he returned the tiny forest
had been cut down. He asked around the neighborhood
as to why all the trees and brush were suddenly removed but
nobody seemed to know why it was done or who did it.
David said that there was a larger wooded park in town and
one night after this little wooded lot was removed, the
police had the other wooded park closed off as if they had
someone or something trapped inside.
He never found out what happened that night as the authorities
were very tight lipped about it. We discussed the possibility of
a Bigfoot, maybe an older or injured one that somehow got
displaced. Not unlike some porpoises or
whales that occasionally enter a river from the ocean and swim
inland until they get lost and confused and can't find their
way back out to the sea again. I haven't heard of a Sasquatch
doing this, but I don't see why it couldn't happen in the case
of sickness, injury, or old age. If this is what was happening,
then whoever cut all the brush out of there removed the poor
squatch's hideout. David told me once that he heard
something moving around in the darkened lot, breaking sticks
and brush, and then he heard a loud thud and the sound of a
loud exhaling sound, like a loud sigh, as if a very large, very
tired person plopped down to take a break after a tough day.
Kind of sad if you think about it.
Bill Taylor, not his real name, was always very close to his
uncle. He loved to hang around with him
and listen to his stories about hunting and fishing.
He also loved to hear his Uncle Dick talk about Bigfoot.
The oldest Bigfoot story that Dick told him was around 1974
near the town of Mechanicsburg, OH where they both lived.
Dick had a friend that he liked to pal around with.
One night, after leaving the friend's house and heading home,
he was walking past an open dump that was nearby and became aware
of a very nauseating odor, sort of like rotten meat.
Then he began to hear something paralleling his very step as he
walked in the darkness. Whenever he stopped, the unseen
stalker would do likewise. He would start up walking again,
and so would it. He was finally able to make out
the dark figure hunched over a hogwire fence reaching for the
bullwhip that he carried in his back pocket.
Dick cracked his whip and the hunched figure stood up and in
one step it was over the fence and Dick ran the rest of the way
home. About three years after that,
Dick was camping alone in the woods not far from his home.
He sat cross legged facing his campfire.
His eyes were shut tight and he was concentrating on listening
to all of the night sounds around him.
The sounds must have stopped because Dick opened his eyes to
see an immense figure on the other side of his fire staring
at him with huge yellow eyes. He shut his eyes again and then
reopened them to see if maybe he was just imagining it.
The figure was still standing in the same spot, staring at him
with those piercing yellow eyes. He shut his eyes once more for a
few seconds and this time when he looked, the seven foot
creature was not there. As quietly as it appeared, it
was now gone. Bill said that he remembered his
Uncle Dick telling him that it never blinked an eye while it
watched him, and that it had huge hairy arms crossed as it
looked at him. In 1979, Bill began to have his
own personal experiences with Bigfoot.
During the 1979 bow season, Bill and his brother were deer
hunting in a wooded area between Route 4 and Little Darby Creek.
His brother had to take a bathroom break so he left to
find some secluded brush. Meanwhile, Bill heard what he
believed to be deer coming from the very dense thicket.
He started to enter the thicket just as his brother came back.
He told him to follow and the pair crouched down and Duck
walked into the thick brush in search of the deer.
As they penetrated the thick mass of briars and brambles,
Bill suddenly froze in front of his brother.
There, no more than 8 feet ahead was this huge hairy ape like man
down on its knees and its eyes were closed.
He said that it had long hair all over its head and body and
that it also had a great deal of Moss all over itself, maybe as
to camouflage itself so it could grab a deer if one got close.
Bill pulled up his shotgun but put it back down just as
quickly. He turned back to his brother
who couldn't see the creature for the thickness of the brush
and told him to turn around and get back out of there.
He looked back at the beast and it was still kneeling there with
its eyes closed as if it were meditating.
He said it was very muscular and probably would have been over 7
feet tall when standing erect. Bill turned around like his
brother did and crawled out of there and never went back to
those woods again. His dad checked the area later
and found some sort of bed where something had been lying down
and told the boys not to go back in those woods and he hasn't
since that day. Bill said for the next several
weeks and months he was tormented by nightmares that
something was going to get him and he told his parents about
his dreams. He thought a lot about the
Bigfoot he had seen and didn't understand it.
He feared it. He didn't like being afraid.
One night he couldn't sleep and he went to his bedroom window
and looked out into the darkness of the night.
Across a parking lot that had a single light pole, he could see
the woods where his sighting had taken place.
It was a long way from his bedroom.
He squinted and stared into the direction of the woods.
He said that he could see eyeshine looking at him.
He feels that it was the same creature.
He told me that it didn't scare him, but just the opposite.
It had a calming effect on him. As if to say the creature once
had the drop on his Uncle Dick while he sat at his campfire and
then a few years later got the drop on the creature while it
was on his knees in the thicket. One would think that this would
be enough Bigfoot interactions for any one person to have, but
no. Bill had another scare during
bow season in either 1982 or 83. He was deer hunting with his two
brothers 2 fields over from where the other hunting story
took place. Bill and one brother were there
up in a tree while another brother was hunting from the
ground. It was about 5:30 in the
afternoon. He said that they heard a loud
roar that lasted for about 30 seconds.
He said that it almost sounded like a motor roaring to life.
Whatever it was, it was coming closer and closer.
It was tearing up brush and trees.
He heard it but never did see it.
It was close enough to him that he could hear it panting and
sniffing the air. That was enough for him and his
brother in the tree. They both jumped to the ground
and outvoted the ground hunting brother who wanted to stay and
see what was there. They all ran for the house.
To this day they haven't been back.
Crawford County, Ohio This next story might be about a Bigfoot,
and then again it might not. I'll tell you what I was told
and you decide for yourself. Pat Cooper grew up in the small
Crawford County, Ohio town of Bucyrus.
His father and grandfather both died when Pat was very young, so
he didn't have a male family member to learn from like other
boys. He did, however, have some
friends around his age, and he and his pals were often hanging
around the Sandusky River. A fishing trip on the river was
planned but the boys needed bait so they descended upon the
Bucyrus Golf Course under the cover of darkness to catch night
crawlers. It had been very dry that year
which Pat said was either 59 or 60.
The greens were nice and damp since the gold course, which at
that time was only a nine hole course, watered the grass at
night to keep it looking good. As the fine lads were searching
for crawlers on the course in an area where the river has an S
curve in it which the locals all call Cat Heaven, the boys would
hear someone walking down by the river.
They couldn't see who or what it was due to the darkness, so
thinking some hobo might be down by the river, they called out to
whoever was making the noise. Hey, who's down there?
Their question was answered by a very loud crack as a tree was
broken. Since there were five of the
boys, that gave them some sense of security and they stayed put
and kept listening. Crunch, crunch, crunch as it
started walking again. Then a swishing sound like
someone swirling a belt or rope over their head.
Around and around. Pat says the next thing that
happened really unnerved him. He heard in his mind someone
saying to him, if you don't leave right now, you're going to
be surrounded. And with that, Pat took off at a
dead run, leaving the other four behind.
He ran down off the upper plateau of the golf course to a
lower area. He finally stopped when he felt
it was safe and looked back to see the other 4 running towards
him. Suddenly they stopped and
pointed up in the sky to the area right above the S curve in
the river known as Cat Heaven. Look, there's a flying saucer.
One of them shouted. All four were frozen to the spot
as they watched a 13 or 14 foot long dull grey cigar shaped
craft hovering above the river. Pat was able to see the craft
from where he stood because of a large Sycamore tree in full
bloom. The broad leaves prevented any
chance he had of seeing the entity.
What was walking in the darkness by the river that night?
Pat said that it sounded by pedal, but they couldn't see
what it was. What broke the tree?
He claimed that an old timer also told him that he saw a UFO
in the same spot. One time.
At one of our Bigfoot presentations at a County
Library in northeastern Ohio, an elderly gentleman named Alex
Morrison from Niles, OH came up and spoke to me after the event.
He informed me that he had had a Bigfoot sighting in his youth.
As I was scribbling down what he told me over the phone a few
weeks later, it soon became apparent that his sighting
didn't occur in Ohio. But what the hell, it was a good
story, so I'll include it here. Anyway.
It was 1942 or 43, and Alex was 12 years old and living in a
mining camp called Mayflower in Lee County, Virginia, very near
the Kentucky State line. One day Alex, bucket in hand,
left the house and made the long climb up the mountain to the hog
pan at the very top. When he reached the summit, he
set the bucket down and was surprised to see a six foot
something with reddish brown hair standing there staring back
at him. He stated that it looked to him
like it was a young adult, maybe in its 20s, and bore A
resemblance to Chewbacca. He said that he was close enough
that he could have shaken hands with it.
After a moment, the creature turned around and simply walked
away in the direction of Kentucky.
Alex said that it never turned and looked back at him, but did
swing its arms just like the creature we now know as Patty
did in the Patterson Gimlin film from California taken in 1968.
I asked him if he was afraid and what did he think it was?
Well, he didn't know what it was because he never saw anything
like that before and it wasn't until several years later when
he saw the PG film and read about other reports of these
seldom seen creatures that he realized that he had seen one, a
real live Bigfoot. He stated that when the
encounter took place, he wasn't at all scared of the thing.
It had turned away from him first and walked away from him.
He even followed after it but couldn't keep up with it.
He said that he kept the incident to himself and told no
one until years later after seeing the PG film and then knew
that he too had seen one. He also recalled that some two
years before that incident took place, when Alex was around 10
years old, something else took place that may have been Bigfoot
playing the part of a villain. One night outside the Morrison
home, the stillness of the night was broken by the sounds of what
sounded like a screaming woman being murdered.
It came from up the hill from the house toward the hog pen at
the top. The next day when Mr. Morrison
and some of the boys went up the hill to investigate, they found
a 200 LB hog with one of the hams missing and the poor animal
was still alive. Something had eaten from the pig
as it held it down. It didn't appear to be a cat
that did it as it wasn't scratched anywhere, it just had
one leg chewed off. They had to kill and butcher the
hog as it surely wouldn't have lived long.
Brookville, IN resident Sean Mackley used to live in
Cambridge, OH until 1993. His home was located on the
extreme West End of Cambridge on Westview Road at the junction of
it and McPherson Rd. Bigfoot was a part of Sean's
life as well as his parents and siblings too.
They didn't discuss it with others outside of their own
family for fear of being made fun of or called crazy, but they
feel certain that some of their neighbors have had to have heard
the screams, howls and wood knocks at night.
Those living nearby might even have witnessed the creatures
like the members of the Meckley family did on more than one
occasion. One night, as Sean and his two
brothers lay in their beds, they heard stomping noises outside
their bedroom window at the end of their mobile home on Westview
Rd. Shuffling noises were heard,
followed by a loud kaboom. The whole end of the trailer
fell as something knocked it off its concrete block foundation.
On another occasion one night at around 10:30 PM, Sean and his
family were inside their home playing cards.
Sean was sitting with his back to the window and for some
reason he turned round and looked outside.
He got the shock of his life when he saw a huge dark hairy
creature crouched down staring back in at him.
The very next night they heard noises outside and opened the
trailer door to see a Sasquatch standing next to their home, its
head matching the height of the roof. 6 people witnessed this,
but again they were reluctant to discuss it outside of their own
family. One night the sounds of rocks
were heard as they bounced off the sides and top of their home.
They opened the door and shone a flashlight into the darkness.
They discovered on a tree stump in their yard a large Bigfoot
just sitting there watching their trailer.
Its eyes glowed an eerie yellowish white reflection as
the beam of light made contact with the beast.
Another time. 3 of the boys were walking down Westview Rd. around
6:30 in the late afternoon. It was still daylight outside.
They heard a noise from the woods beside the road and
stopped and stared in that direction.
A moment later, they saw a Bigfoot bolt from the area where
they had heard the sound, only to be followed by another and
then another three altogether. They ran back home in fright.
Sean said they used to go back into the wooded areas around his
home, and near the junkyard that was owned by the Rayburn family,
they found twisted, broken trees and structures he called nests.
They also found caves. Sometimes they would see large
barefooted tracks along the Creek, some bigger than human
size. And then there were the screams
and howls at night. In 1992, a year before Sean
moved away to Indiana, he says that there was a traffic
accident on US Route 40 between Ohio State Patrol barracks and
Tunnel Hill that would put it about even with the back end of
Rayburn's junkyard. A car had been over on its top,
and a female was trapped inside the vehicle.
Sean says that he and his family members all had police scanners
and CB radios in those days and they listen to the chatter on
them all the time. There were reports of a hairy
creature coming out of the woods and getting to the car.
I can only assume that if this is true, someone had to have
witnessed it. It must have heard the driver
moaning or screaming, or maybe it saw the accident.
But anyway, it pulled the door off the upside down car and
threw it down, then Lombard back into the swampy area from where
it came. Sean says that the CB radio and
police scanner were overwhelmed with talk of a Bigfoot being
seen at the area of the wreck. Several different transmissions
were heard that night in reference to what had taken
place. A short while later, after
things got quieted down, they started hearing reports from the
scanner on the sheriff's frequency and then the Ohio
State Patrols channel that the whole Bigfoot thing was not
true. Yes, there had really been an
accident at that location, but no Bigfoot was seen that night.
Really. I wonder.
This next story was referred to me by friend and fellow
researcher Brian Tull. It occurred in Champaign County,
Ohio. 14 year old Landon Stapleton was spending the night
with a friend on July of 2017. The boys were in the backyard
around 7:30 PM when Landon saw what he described as a black 8
foot tall creature walking on 2 legs about 70 yards away.
The creature didn't pay any attention to the boys and
appeared to be watching the ground as if it was looking for
something. Further inspection of the area
the next day didn't reveal any tracks, but it did show broken
brush and sticks at the site. North America isn't the only
place where strange Bigfoot creatures are seen.
Let's travel South to Brazil and read about what Robert Wagner
saw while serving in the Air Force there in 1969.
Bob was in the US Air Force 600 and third photo mapping wing.
He and the helicopter pilot had flown N from Campo Grande headed
toward the mighty Amazon River. As they were flying over the
Mato Grosso region about 40 miles South of the river, they
were very surprised to see a huge upright standing dark
figure run through the four foot high grass and make an escape
into a lone clump of trees nearby.
The pilot, who was a resident of the country couldn't believe
what he had just seen and he made several low passes around
the trees trying to see the creature again that was
concealed inside. He wasn't successful.
He said that the largest creatures he had ever seen when
flying over this area were tapirs, large hog like animals
that have a long snout. This is not as long as an
elephant's but more like an anteater's.
But tapirs stand on 4 feet, not upright on 2 as this creature
had done. Bob said that the trees it was
hiding in were 10 to 15 feet high and he could see that the
beast entered into them that it was 2 to 4 feet shorter than the
trees were. They continued on to the river
without any more contact with the animal.
This experience made Bob very curious as to what exactly he
and the pilot had seen that day. He began a quest to find out
more information from the local residents of the area in which
it all happened. He learned that in 1963 there
was a major drought in the region and man and beast both
suffered terribly from lack of water.
The Rockefeller family owned millions of acres of land in
Brazil and had several thousands of cattle that they had raised
there. These were herded into a
different area at night than they were during the daytime
when they would graze and drink. There were men whose jobs it was
to run the animals from the grazing area to the bedding
areas. These men would be nearby the
animals at night. They began hearing a terrible
bawling and bellowing coming from the darkness where the
cattle were kept. The men were too frightened to
see what was happening during the night, but when sunrise
came, some of the braver ones ventured into the area amongst
the cattle. Some of the herd was dead.
It appeared that their tongues had been pulled completely out
of their heads. There was very little blood left
in their bodies. I don't know how many nights
this happened, but the locals claimed that a beast known as
Mopping Gwari was responsible for the slaughter.
Is that what had caused the carnage?
I don't know, but I think to be able to pull a tongue completely
out of a cow's mouth would require a hand complete with an
opposable thumb plus a heck of a lot of strength.
Something a Brazilian Bigfoot or Mopping Gwari would most likely
have. Knox County, Ohio Once again I
received information from the Norris Claim.
It's a gold mining section of the Caucasong River in Knox
County, Ohio. My second and third books,
Hidden Encounters and Screams in the Night, both contain stories
from this area. Dan Waldman, whose tale is in my
third book, contacted me about an incident that happened to him
one night during the summer of 2017.
Dan had been riding his ATV between two cornfields on the
property to access some other sections of the river.
He wanted to search for the gold that he and others believed was
in the meandering waters of the cocosing.
He had ridden down the path many times before, quite often
spooking bedded deer from the resting spots, sometimes even
late at night. Although it was around 11:30 PM,
Dan was not concerned for his safety.
He often did this, and even earlier that same day he had
ridden through the same area. This time was different though,
as he slowly motored along the quads, headlight piercing the
darkness ahead. Dan was instantly filled with a
terrible feeling of dread, a feeling that caused him to take
his thumb off the throttle and come to a complete stop.
He couldn't bring himself to proceed any further, the corn on
both sides of the trail was over his head and it was as if
something was hidden, telling him to leave.
He said a voice in his head was telling him to get out now, turn
around and go back. I explained to him about
infrasound, which are very low frequency sound waves that our
human brains can't hear, but that our ears receive signals
from nonetheless. They cause feelings of
uneasiness, dread, sometimes fear or even terror.
People experiencing this have told of feeling sick to their
stomachs, headaches, chest pains, sweating and a handful of
other symptoms. I myself even had an experience
once in Coshocton County that I won't go into here, but which is
mentioned in my first book, Standing in the Shadows.
When I asked Dan if the voice in his head was his own telling him
to leave, he said he didn't know, but it was very convincing
and he turned the machine around and rolled back in the direction
from which he came. Once he had ridden about 50
yards, he began to feel a lot better and when he returned to
where he was camped about 200 yards away, he said all the
symptoms were gone. I explained to him that some
people believe that Bigfoot has the ability to talk to them with
some sort of mental telepathy, which they refer to as mind
speak. I'm not saying that I personally
believe in it or not, I'm just saying that some people do.
I have had other individuals with sightings and encounters
tell me similar stories, so I'm just including it in the
narrative. Because Dan was adamant about
hearing a voice in his head. He can't say whether or not it
was his own voice, a Bigfoot communicating with him, or maybe
even his guardian Angel warning him of danger, but he was
positive he kept hearing it. He and I both think it's very
likely due to the high number of deer that frequent the area that
possibly one or more of the Sasquatch were closing in for
the kill and they didn't want Dan interfering with their
dinner plans. Dan returned to the very place
the next day and other than him feeling like he was being
watched by someone, everything was fine.
He continues to search for gold at the river and keeps his eyes,
ears and gut feelings at the ready. 16 year old Steve Ernst
was very excited to finally get an invitation to go Coon hunting
with his friend and the friend's stepfather along with another
man. They left after sundown from
their home in Brown County and headed east towards the Shawnee
State Forest on the eastern edge of Adams and Scioto counties.
When the hunters arrived, the dogs were released from their
boxes in the back of the truck and they vanished into the night
in search of coons to tree for their masters.
After going two or three miles deep into the rugged terrain of
southern Ohio's hills and hollows, it began to snow,
making the late October night a little bit colder.
Steve was the first one to see them, bare human like footprints
that were adjacent to the Creek bank.
He was following some 10 to 15 of them.
They looked very genuine in the fresh dusting of new snow that
had just begun to cover the ground.
How the two older guys were able to pull this off was a mystery
to him. With it being so cold and
everything, how could they have taken off their shoes and socks
and left barefoot tracks for him to find?
Plus they looked huge, 16 inches long and six or seven inches
wide. At least the tracks had gone up
high on the bank and out of sight of a small light affixed
to his head. Steve circled back and
approached the 2 elder hunters and said something like nice try
guys trying to scare us with the big footprints.
These men had not seen the tracks yet and had no clue as to
what Steve was talking about, so they continued on the way they
had been headed. When the group arrived at the
trackway again, Steve accused the older men of having made the
prints to scare the boys. He was very soon to dismiss that
thought when the actions of the two adults convinced him that
they weren't responsible for this deed.
No, the two men grew very concerned when they examined the
tracks. They told the two boys to
quicken their pace and not get out of sight of each other.
They continued following the far off barking of the dogs and not
long after finding the large footprints, something else
happened that gave them all quite a scare.
Off in the distance but still visible, appeared what looked
like a blue ball of flame. Not an orb, but an actual flame
as if from a fire or a propane stove.
It was even flickering around the edges as the foursome
continued, now at a hastened pace.
The blue flame kept up with them, some distance away, but
still visible. This continued for over an hour,
and whenever the men would stop, the blue flame would also stop,
as if it was watching them, waiting for them.
The two adults tried to act brave and protective of the two
boys, but Steve could tell the men were afraid of this flame
too. Finally, the glow disappeared
and the group felt great relief. That soon changed when a
mournful moaning sound came from the darkness and frightened them
all again. It sounded like a woman in pain
or grieving, then crying. Steve felt the hair on the back
of his neck stand up as one of the men cried.
What in the bleep is that? Which was followed by the
command. Let's go.
In their haste to get out of the woods and back to the truck,
there was a time when they lost their way and they weren't even
sure which direction to head. All the while, the moaning,
crying sounds from the woods followed them and continued
scaring and tormenting the group.
Next. As if that weren't enough, these
noises were replaced with what sounded exactly like a baby
crying, just like an infant that needs to be fed or changing.
This went on for about 10 minutes as the group scrambled
along, now headed in the right direction of the truck.
Finally, the crying stopped, and the only sound the hunters heard
besides their own hearts beating in their chests and their own
feet running toward the safety of the truck was the cracking
and breaking of sticks and brush as something unseen, something
very big, trailed along behind them as if escorting them out of
the woods. As they neared the truck parked
by the edge of the woods, the noises behind them stopped.
It seemed like their guide had done its job in seeing them back
to their ride. They piled into the vehicle and
while placing some of their gear in the bed of the truck, they
were surprised to see all the coonhounds already huddled in
their boxes in the back. As if they too had had a
terrifying ordeal in the Shawnee State Forest that night, one of
which none of them will ever forget.
In October of 2014, Sarah Burton and her husband were travelling
along State Route 13 about one mile north of Somerset, OH.
At approximately 12:30 AMA large dark creature came running out
of the night and collided with the side of their vehicle.
Sarah said that they thought for an instant that it was a dog
because it was on all fours, but she said the head of the animal
was taller than the hood of her car.
It had a snout, upright ears and long legs.
It was brownish grey colour and she saw yellow eyes.
She did not notice if it had a tail or not.
They turned the car around and went back to see if it was lying
there in the road and even came back the next day but they never
did see any trace of it again. They drove on to Somerset after
hitting the animal and inspected the car in a well lit area.
The side of the car was dented and covered in blood, snot and
saliva and it stank so bad that they had to wash it that night.
Could they have hit a dog man? Sarah also had an experience
when she was around 11 years old when she and a friend were
walking down the railroad tracks on a Sunday afternoon in
Glenford. She heard something crunching
the leaves behind them, and both girls turned around to see what
they said look like a gorilla crouched down watching them 30
feet away. An early morning encounter,
which continued on into the day, was enough for Estelle Robinson
to give up Turkey hunting near Kentucky's Cave Ron Lake.
This happened in April of 1995. Mr. Robinson and his wife were
awakened by something as dawn was breaking at their campsite
off Route 519, not far from the lake.
As he dressed in his hunting clothes, the couple kept hearing
hollering and trees shaking. This occurred very close to
their tent and they also heard stomping noises in the brush.
Estill was still determined to hunt for turkeys as planned
despite the commotion coming from the woods, so he left his
loaded 44 Magnum revolver with his wife at camp and told her
that if whatever it was came across the Creek toward their
tent to shoot at it. He then proceeded to set off
into the woods in search of a Turkey, a still set up about 1/4
mile away from his camp and almost immediately began to hear
something big running through the woods below him.
When the maker of the noises went across the Creek, he said
it sounded like an elephant or a herd of Buffalo.
Whatever it was, it was big. He remembered he kept hearing
the hollering noises and the tree shaking, and at this point
he also started to hear tree knocks coming from the thick
woods. Estill then decided that sitting
there with just a shotgun with Turkey loads was not enough to
protect him from whatever prowled just out of view.
He abandoned his hunt and headed back towards his camp where his
wife and his 44 Meg were. Along the way, he came to a spot
where something had come up out of a Creek, crossed a road and
made the road wet as if someone had dragged a wet mop across it.
When Estill rejoined his wife at camp, they could hear the
creature whooping and hollering up on top of the Ridge above
them. Aside from the noises made by
the unseen beast, no other sounds came from the forest that
day. It was very still in the woods.
Estill told me it was the last time he haunted there.
They never went back. One September weekend in 2017 we
were invited to Mount Perry, OH to ride and talk about the Ohio
Grassman on the Zanesville and Western Scenic Railroad.
We met and talked with several people on board about their
Bigfoot sightings and encounters.
One of these stories is presented to you now.
Thomas Wortman was acting as a tour guide, driving his wife and
sister-in-law down into the rugged area where he grew up
years ago. Nestled in the heart of the
Wayne National Forest, Tom at one time called this area near
New Straitsville home. Many strange tales of Spooks,
monsters and Bigfoot had come Tom's way over the years, and he
enjoyed telling the stories to the two women in the car that
day. As the trio drove down Stone
Church Hollow Rd. just off Route 93 between Shawnee and New
Straitsville, they came to a bridge where the roadway crosses
Monday Creek. Tom thought that this would be a
good place to stop and get out of the car to look around in the
woods a bit. He had always been told that
Bigfoot travels the creeks to commute from one area to
another. While the two women stayed up in
the vehicle, Tom scrambled down to the Creek.
As luck would have it, he did find a footprint in the wet soil
that showed toes. Tom took a picture with his
phone and as he was looking for more tracks, he was suddenly
bombarded with basketball sized rocks from somewhere above him.
At least four large rocks were thrown near him as he quickly
exited the area. The rocks made such a loud noise
as they splashed into the Creek that the women thought Tom had
fallen in. Tom also recalled the time when
he was about 16 years old, he and his friend saw a white
creature one moonlit night walking along a tree line behind
the town of Shawnee at what he called the strip pits.
The creature put its hand on a large rock and ducked its head
under a tree limb, disappearing into the woods.
The friends thought it was a person until the next day.
The two boys were riding their motorcycles back to the same
area and came to the large rock and tree limb that the person
had ducked under the night before.
Both boys were shocked to see that the rock that this thing
had put its hand on for a second was about 8 feet high and the
tree limb that it had ducked under so that it wouldn't hit
its head was even taller than that.
There was a pathway going into the woods there with a large
footprint visible. This trail LED down into an area
what Thomas called Whipper Will Bottom.
Thomas says that his earliest recollection of Bigfoot activity
occurred when he was about 12 years old and when his dad took
him squirrel hunting out off Kyota Rd.
His father posted the boy in a nice location and told him to
sit quietly and listen and watch for squirrels while he moved
further down into the woods. After about 10 or 15 minutes
went by, his dad returned and he grabbed Thomas by the arm.
In a stern voice, he said, come on, we have to get out of here.
He offered no explanation, only repeating that they had to leave
immediately. On their way out of the woods,
they came to a Creek and there, pressed into the dirt, were
large bare footprints some 16 to 18 inches long.
They were so fresh that the Creek water was just beginning
to fill up the tracks. This prompted Tom's dad to
hustle him out of the woods and back to the car even faster.
Tom doesn't know what his father had seen there that day.
He says that he never talked about it to anyone.
The only thing Tom remembers his dad saying about it was these
things in those woods are not to be toyed with.
He said they never haunted there after that happened.
Another interesting story that I heard when we rode the train in
Perry County was from Brenda Hoskinson.
Brenda and her cousin were both about 12 years old at the time,
and we're waiting outside of Brenda's home for the school
bus. Her cousin had spent the night
and the girls were standing along the road waiting at around
7:30 AM on a slightly foggy morning in the early fall of the
1980s. As they stood talking, they
heard a noise. They looked up to see something
running down the road towards them at breakneck speed.
Whatever it was, it ran within 4 feet of the girls and continued
down the road a short distance, then turned and ran down into
the woods. Brenda described it as being
greyish black in colour on four legs.
When asked how tall the thing would have been if it had been
on 2 legs instead of four, Brenda thought for a moment and
then answered 6, maybe 7 feet tall.
She said that it did not resemble a bear at all and was
too big to have been a dog. She was amazed at how fast it
was, another reason she doesn't think it was a dog.
The two frightened girls ran into the house and told Brenda's
mother, who didn't believe the girls had seen a monster.
Sure enough, when she came outside and took a look for
herself, nothing was there. I inquired as to where exactly
this happened and if any other people had ever reported seeing
anything similar around the area.
Brenda told me that her aunt, who also lived on Buzzards Glory
Road near Tunnel Hill Rd. had often said that she could see
something down in the woods watching her house.
She was home alone until her husband got off work around
midnight at Peabody Cole. This aunt said that the eyeshine
she saw at night was from something tall and it would make
horrible noises at night. The woods where she saw this eye
shine is the same as the creature the girl saw ran down
into. Brenda says that there's a train
tunnel plus caves down in those woods.
I wonder what else is down in those woods.
Thanks for listening everyone. Before I go tonight, I just want
to remind you my new book is out on Amazon.
I would be deeply grateful if you could grab a copy.
To show your support. Thank you so much and until next
time, take care.