Saturday, February 21, 2009

Bigfoot Peekaboo

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Sparta, Tennessee Wildman - c.1878

I travel through Sparta, Tennesee quite a bit. I found this article particularly interesting:

“A Wild Man" --- [Louisville, Kentucky]

The wild man brought to the city yesterday by Dr. O.G. Broyler, of Sparta, Tenn., is truly a mysterious and wonderful creature. He will be exhibited throughout the country by Manager Whallen of the Metropolitan, who is a third owner in this remarkable being, who promises to successfully baffle all scientists who desire to give a satisfactory explanation of his unnatural appearance. Before entering into the details of his capture, which form quite a thrilling and interesting episode, a description of the curiosity which promises to excite more attention than Barnum’s “What Is It?” will be given. At a distance the general outline of his figure would indicate that he is only an ordinary man. Close inspection shows that his whole body is covered with a layer of scales, which drop off at regular periods, in the spring and fall, like the skin of a rattlesnake. He has a heavy growth of hair on his head and a dark reddish beard about six inches long. His eyes present a frightful appearance, being at least twice the size of the average sized eye. Some of his toes are formed together which gives his feet a strange appearance and his height when standing perfectly erect is about 6 ft 5 in. A nervous twitching of his muscles shows a desire to escape and he is constantly looking in the direction of the door through which he entered. His entire body must be wet at intervals and should this be neglected he begins immediately to manifest great uneasiness, his flesh becomes feverish and his sufferings can not be alleviated till water is applied. At times he is dangerous and yesterday morning when Mr. Whallen attempted to place him in a wagon in which he intended to bring him to the theater, it occupied some time. The strange creature acted in the most mysterious manner, refusing obstinately for some time to get into the wagon. He has quite a sharp appetite, having eaten a meal yesterday morning that would have fully satisfied at least four men. With the exception of fish, his meals are all prepared in the ordinary way, but the fish is eaten entirely raw. Dr. Broyler says that when alone he will sometimes mutter an unintelligible jargon which it would be impossible for anyone to understand, but that in the presence of visitors he remains perfectly silent. Yesterday afternoon from one to four a private exhibition was given, and a number of physicians were present, among them Drs. Brady and Cary Blackburn who said that he was a great curiosity. Dr. Blackburn said that his scaly condition could not be attributed to any skin disease, but undoubtedly he was born in that condition. He will be on exhibition in one of the private rooms of the Metropolitan Theater this afternoon and tomorrow between the hours of one and four o’clock.

Only physicians and those specially invited will be allowed admission. His exact age is not known, but for the past eighteen years he has been running wild in the Cumberland Mountains in Tennessee, near Caney Fork and Big Bone Creek. He has been the constant terror of the community, although he was never known to attack anyone until the day of his capture. Dr. G.G. Broyler of Sparta, Tennessee, says that since the surrender of the Confederate Army it has been his intention to capture this creature and exhibit him throughout the country. The doctor says the parents of the wild man are respectable citizens of North Carolina named Croslin. That their son is unquestionably a mysterious freak of nature they did not deny, but they could not account for his scaly skin. At the tender age of five years, having always been possessed with a roving disposition, he left his home and plunged immediately into the mountainous region of Tennessee. Here he lived as best he could, subsisting on the products of the country, such as roots and herbs and small animals that he could capture. When in the water he was in his element. He would dive down into the depth of the inland lakes, remaining under water for a considerable length of time, and finally emerge with both hands filled with small fish, which he would devour at once in the raw state. Dr. Broyler says that until about eighteen months ago he had not attempted the capture, although he had been watching the creature’s actions for the past twelve years. About the 15th of September he started into the mountains fully determined to succeed in the capture.

Louisville Courier Journal

Friday, February 6, 2009

Sounds from The Ground (The Third Report from "Martha" In Valley, Alabama)

My cyber friend "Martha" emailed me again this afternoon. From prior posts, Martha is an elderly young lady who has sounds coming from underground near here residence in Valley, Alabama, United States. Valley, Alabama is just a mere 45 minutes drive from my home but I cannot get Martha or members of her family to allow me to investigate.

Last night Martha and and her cousin (I am assuming they live together)taped on cassette some of the noises that they encountered around 10:30p while sitting on their front porch. I was not played the recordings and so I really can't vouch for anything anomalus. In the past, Martha has described mechanical sounds coming from under a field just beside her home. The sounds are those akin to a large machine digging or rotating. Sometimes she described metal-on-metal or a heavy thumping vibration that not only she has felt but other members such as her female cousin and a nephew.
Where ever Martha is, she's not giving up the location either a.) this whole episode that has been going for months now is not real OR b.) Martha and her family are scared shitless and DO NOT want to know the true origin of these strange auditory anomolies. I'd like to hope for the best in picking scenario "b".
For now I am just going to be Martha's friend and hopefully she'll gain my trust over time.

Strange Places Where Things Do Go Bump In The Night...

My bigfoot research ultimately led me to believe that something was going on in the woods and on farms that could not be explained by conventional methods. Many times I followed very fresh sets of 16-18 inch footprints left behind by an enormous being only to have them disappear in front of my eyes. Not in the literal sense that all of them just vanished but more that the tracks just cut-off (or stopped abruptly). The most memorable of these times was when I followed a set of prints into an alfalfa field. It was a most beautiful day, the sun was out and I was on the chase. Near mid-field the tracks suddenly stopped without warning. So imagine my surprise when I am standing there with gear in hand looking a quarter of a mile in either direction at wide open space.
It would seem that my culprit had floated off of the planet or levitated away by some unknown means. Once realizing I reached a dead end; I meticulously looked for other signs to see if anyone or anything else had been near the footprints. But NO. Nothing. Nada! Backtracking proved unfruitful as I realized that the creature did not reverse its path because the other prints left remained too defined and undestorted. So the creature did not back track to cover its where abouts. This incident occured near Valley, Alabama - a place that I learned later included a plethora of unexplainable activity ranging from bigfoot, UFO's to ghosts.

The second time I had these experiences was at Standing Stone State Park near Hilham/Livingston, Tennessee (a place noted for ghostly apparitions,spirits, strange lights and bigfoot activity). I was in the park near a creek bed that was outlined with grey shale rock. Upon stepping out of my vehicle I noticed a "single" freshly wet track on a rock surface. I had a camera and wanted to take photos. BUT, the camera did not work. I had charged the batteries to full capacity just an hour before. To my surprise just up an embankment a mere 25 yards away (approx.) stood a large, black hulk of a thing. It turned gently to its left and began to walk above me without care or worry. After many feet it stepped over a fallen tree trunk and vanished behind it. I gave chase once again. I figured if this was the last thing I'd see before it ripped me apart that it would be worth it! I got to the trunk, slowly peered over it.............nothing! Nothing but a gully full of leaves and skinny trees (also called sapplings). The creature had not been out of sight for more than one or two minutes. Where did it go? What skinny-thin tree could it have hidden behind? Once again, no footprints were found.

These episodes led me to believe in the paranormal bigfoot. What interdimensional doorways can these beings and others like them open? I do know that I am not crazy but I do realize that the bigfoot's world may revolve around many other similar dimensions of existence. I believe that special places such as the two areas mentioned earlier share if you will "portals" that allow someone (or something) who is in the right state of mind to travel in and shear will. I believe that there is a barrier in our modern human minds that prevent creatures as ourselves from doing so. Other notable places of interests that I believe exhibit these truly remarkarble dimensions and doorways are the Bermuda Triangle, The Oregon Vortex and so on. I do believe that "mini-sites" exists (not as grandiose and large) in our own back yards. Its our job to find them. It would be great to have two or three other individuals that shared my interests on this subject. That way we could research areas of high strangeness with more thorough investigations and document them along the way.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Haunted Ranch - Hunt, Texas

I watched an episode of Paranormal State last night on cable. Their team visited a ranch in Hunt, Texas that is supposedly haunted by all types of other unworldly phenomena. The strangeness included large shadows that lurk near the wood lines, dead animals turning up from time to time, orbs, curious howls and the like. This area reminded me very much of the book Hunt for The Skinwalker.

I believe wholeheartedly in weird places of this nature.