November 12th,2012
So much has happened since March that has cast further doubt on the true identity of my visitor it is hard to know where to start with it all. The last odd incident occurred in May. Nothing was removed from my brother's deck but my immediate neighbor had six yellow peanut M&M's left in a row on her front door step. Our homes face directly west so the morning sun hadn't reached them yet to melt them when they were found. They couldn't have been there long as the temperatures were already getting up in the high 90's by this time of year. One possibility is the repair man who was here recently to clean the gutters. I wonder what the issue is with yellow M&M's? It seems odd to leave them on the step like that but people are really strange as I've since found out. We have no small children in our community that wonder around unattended. Oh well...just more weirdness as usual.
I left the forum in general disgust this past May after suffering abuse from a garden variety sociopath that was also a member there, and I was subsequently banned at a later date for having the temerity to attempt to defend myself. I've since lost contact with anyone that I might, and might being the big IF here, have received assistance from in regards to equipment. Bigtex never came through, neither did any of the other researchers that promised to loan game cams. This seems to be typical of the community, lots of talk and no real effort applied to anything other than what is in their immediate area. I don't think you can depend on anyone very much in regards to bigfoot world. Maybe that's a lesson well worth learning as far as judging the validity of what little in the way of evidence ever gets put out for public inspection. We have very little to talk about these days as the hope for the DNA study steadily dies with no word or further progress in that direction and everyone waits for Dr. Sykes results.
I did happen to meet a biologist that teaches DNA extraction in one of his lab classes at a community college out west with some very good connections to reference laboratories for sequencing. We decided to utilize my facebook contacts and his contacts to solicit biological samples for free testing rather than waiting on everyone else's results to be published. Not one person followed through with the offer. My conclusions are that either the amount of evidence is not equal to the frequency of reported sightings therefore it puts many reports in question. My alternative conclusion is that there are deeper psychological ramifications to this phenomenon in that people don't want to take a chance and get confirmation that what they thought was a special relationship with something "other" really doesn't exist. One poor guy I spoke with is convinced that he has bigfoot living in a city park that he has visited since childhood based on a verbal DNA report he received about hairs he submitted for analysis; no history of a visual, no footprints associated with his find, nothing but some dubious stick structures that were attributed to bigfoot. It's really sad to hear these stories and there are many more of these folks out there just like him, please don't let me become one of them.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2yQLXTuctA
Another shocking blow occurred after I left the community in May. I managed to reconnect with one of the two remaining siblings of my father.After catching up I broached the subject of my father's sighting and according to my aunt it didn't happen the way I was always told. No one is sure exactly what happened to my father that day but it was her opinion that the stories of the boogers were created to protect my grandfather's still and the revenue he earned by taking shipments of moonshine to New Orleans during prohibition and the depression. So what is true? My foundation for belief is gone, one more hole in the dam has been plugged to keep my sense of proportion intact.
So enough about history and politics, there have been some things that have occurred starting on October 6th. I was out on my deck past midnight looking at the moon rise over the river. It was at that perfect arc in the sky where it made the river look like a silver ribbon, just beautiful, so I stayed out longer than I intended until the affect passed. It was warm and muggy, no wind. I kept hearing rustling down below the edge of the cliff but it's time for the deer to migrate so I thought nothing of it. As I stood there looking at the sky I could hear acorns hitting the side of the building and observed a couple of them, one still attached to a small twig with leaves as it bounced off my neighbor's deck just to my immediate right. Still, it's fall and I really didn't think much of it until I went outside the next morning. The nearest oak tree is 30 feet away from me and to the right of my deck that is tucked back in behind my neighbor's deck. There is no way that acorns could fall in my direction with no wind. Something had to have been throwing them, then it made me wonder if it was coming from the tree. Was something up in the trees throwing acorns at me? Can squirrels do that? Needless to say the tree limbs got trimmed back and the brush cut from the cliff the next week. No more incidents have occurred since then.
On Nov. 1st my brother discovered his storage room door had been opened again during the night. Hurricane Sandy had passed us by several days before then so there was no wind that could cause it to open, nothing seemed to be taken or bothered. On Nov. 4th , in the early hours after midnight I was still up and my kitchen window happened to be open. I heard a distant scream coming from the northwest of me which is the direction that the Broad River flows from. It was LOUD and far away, it was quickly followed by coyote and dogs howling for miles around then nothing, dead silence. So that's it, nothing spectacular so far but just a few things that seem odd with no real explanation for them.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Beware the Ides of March
Well whatever is visiting is back again. Odd things have been happening around here for the last couple of weeks. My constant state of denial keeps me from trying to read too much into these events. They don't seem sasquatch related until you look at them in total, taken separately, they mean nothing. That may be the problem with those who think they are being visited by bigfoot. One thing leads to another and builds upon the last event until this bigger than life drama is swirling around in your mind. Everything begs the question, is this really significant or just random?
I'm disillusioned by everything that is the bigfoot world. I realized that after awhile the company you keep will rub off on you further creating that sense of isolation and disorientation. I think it really hit home in the past month that this is something I'm going to have to figure out for myself, there will be no help, no one has any answers that you didn't already figure out for yourself no matter how much they beat upon their chest and claim otherwise.
So on with the story, two weeks ago the lady who lives alone at the end of our row of condos suddenly decided to move. She commented as she was loading her moving truck that this was the weirdest, darkest, most horrible place she had ever lived and she couldn't take another minute of it and was leaving. She took the basics, left the rest, locked up, and I've not seen her since that Saturday morning. I attributed her frantic behavior to her emotional state at the time since her father had just passed away. None of the neighbors or I had ever had any problems with this person so I thought it was an odd remark to make regardless of the reason, bigfoot did not immediately come to mind.
Last Friday I was out on my deck at 10:30pm smoking a cigarette before heading up to bed. As I was out there I happened to catch a flicker of light down on the river bottom at the edge of the water. I could hear rustling and the plop of something in the water. I had a moment of courage so I started whooping at whatever it was to see if I would get a reaction. The two lights swing around in my direction, duck, and sway as it tries to see where the noise( me) is coming from. I go over to my brothers to get him to look for it but he sees nothing. Unfortunately, once I cut into the howler monkey call the neighbor steps out on the deck next door to see what I'm doing. I just told him that someone was down there fishing at night. If it was a person, I'm sure my calls intimidated him into leaving the area immediately. One can only imagine if the shoe were on the other foot, so to speak.
Early that morning a hard rain hit at about 4am totally obliterating any prints I might have found so I wait until the afternoon to go check on things. I walk down the game trail until I get to a point where I can see my deck from the river bottom. There is a rock there covered in fish scales, two beer cans are at the base of the rock so I just dismiss this as a night fisherman that had an LED flashlight. I'm kind of relieved to know that humans are actually down there at night since it means that there is a stronger possibility that the bigfoot hypothesis is null.
This past Wednesday afternoon I was visiting my brother. We were watching all of the bigfoot shows that they were running on the channels that afternoon/evening and drinking coffee. We were actually talking about other things and only half way listening to the television. I left after about an hour and walked back to my place. Five minutes later John comes running into my house because it seems there was a strange earthquake at his place. I didn't feel or hear anything in my house. He said it was a vibration that slowly built into a crescendo and vibrated his windows in the living room. I suspected the plumbing but our pipes are PVC and they don't vibrate like that. We investigated outside, under the decks, under his condo, went and looked in his bathrooms for leaks, flushed toilets, and even went up into the attic to look for the source of the vibration, and we found nothing obvious.
Today, my brother calls me at work and asked me to come home for lunch, he didn't want to get into it on the phone so I assumed some kind of "house falling apart" emergency had developed because of the noise he heard the previous afternoon. I get there and he is upset, it seems something had finally taken the cigarette bait I left out the previous October. Ironically enough, I had just e-mailed Bigtex to see if the camera set up was ready but it wasn't. I was going to go ahead and try to get things together before their return, it seems with the warm weather, they have arrived early. The plastic cover I used to cover the bait was knocked over, whatever it was pulled the magnets off of the sasquatch refrigerator magnet and stuck them to the metal plant stand. The ash try had also been cleaned out.
I had been thinking through a back up plan. I will try to borrow some game cams from my coworkers. There was an interesting you tube video on how primates like their reflections, assuming bigfoot is a primate, I was going to try improvising something like he did in the video to capture this thing or person's attention and hopefully get a picture. Here is the link to his video if interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaOw8B_2kWY&feature=player_embedded
I'm disillusioned by everything that is the bigfoot world. I realized that after awhile the company you keep will rub off on you further creating that sense of isolation and disorientation. I think it really hit home in the past month that this is something I'm going to have to figure out for myself, there will be no help, no one has any answers that you didn't already figure out for yourself no matter how much they beat upon their chest and claim otherwise.
So on with the story, two weeks ago the lady who lives alone at the end of our row of condos suddenly decided to move. She commented as she was loading her moving truck that this was the weirdest, darkest, most horrible place she had ever lived and she couldn't take another minute of it and was leaving. She took the basics, left the rest, locked up, and I've not seen her since that Saturday morning. I attributed her frantic behavior to her emotional state at the time since her father had just passed away. None of the neighbors or I had ever had any problems with this person so I thought it was an odd remark to make regardless of the reason, bigfoot did not immediately come to mind.
Last Friday I was out on my deck at 10:30pm smoking a cigarette before heading up to bed. As I was out there I happened to catch a flicker of light down on the river bottom at the edge of the water. I could hear rustling and the plop of something in the water. I had a moment of courage so I started whooping at whatever it was to see if I would get a reaction. The two lights swing around in my direction, duck, and sway as it tries to see where the noise( me) is coming from. I go over to my brothers to get him to look for it but he sees nothing. Unfortunately, once I cut into the howler monkey call the neighbor steps out on the deck next door to see what I'm doing. I just told him that someone was down there fishing at night. If it was a person, I'm sure my calls intimidated him into leaving the area immediately. One can only imagine if the shoe were on the other foot, so to speak.
Early that morning a hard rain hit at about 4am totally obliterating any prints I might have found so I wait until the afternoon to go check on things. I walk down the game trail until I get to a point where I can see my deck from the river bottom. There is a rock there covered in fish scales, two beer cans are at the base of the rock so I just dismiss this as a night fisherman that had an LED flashlight. I'm kind of relieved to know that humans are actually down there at night since it means that there is a stronger possibility that the bigfoot hypothesis is null.
This past Wednesday afternoon I was visiting my brother. We were watching all of the bigfoot shows that they were running on the channels that afternoon/evening and drinking coffee. We were actually talking about other things and only half way listening to the television. I left after about an hour and walked back to my place. Five minutes later John comes running into my house because it seems there was a strange earthquake at his place. I didn't feel or hear anything in my house. He said it was a vibration that slowly built into a crescendo and vibrated his windows in the living room. I suspected the plumbing but our pipes are PVC and they don't vibrate like that. We investigated outside, under the decks, under his condo, went and looked in his bathrooms for leaks, flushed toilets, and even went up into the attic to look for the source of the vibration, and we found nothing obvious.
Today, my brother calls me at work and asked me to come home for lunch, he didn't want to get into it on the phone so I assumed some kind of "house falling apart" emergency had developed because of the noise he heard the previous afternoon. I get there and he is upset, it seems something had finally taken the cigarette bait I left out the previous October. Ironically enough, I had just e-mailed Bigtex to see if the camera set up was ready but it wasn't. I was going to go ahead and try to get things together before their return, it seems with the warm weather, they have arrived early. The plastic cover I used to cover the bait was knocked over, whatever it was pulled the magnets off of the sasquatch refrigerator magnet and stuck them to the metal plant stand. The ash try had also been cleaned out.
I had been thinking through a back up plan. I will try to borrow some game cams from my coworkers. There was an interesting you tube video on how primates like their reflections, assuming bigfoot is a primate, I was going to try improvising something like he did in the video to capture this thing or person's attention and hopefully get a picture. Here is the link to his video if interested:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaOw8B_2kWY&feature=player_embedded
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