Now, when what are your putting? I got a screen going on here something just because my dog. Something killed your dog? My dog. We're flying through the or over the trade. I don't know how it did it, okay, damn, and I'm really confused. All as I saw was my dog coming over the fence, and they did when you hit the girl. I didn't see any car and all I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Damn. Why what are you're putting? We got someone or
something crawling around out here. Did you see what it was? It was standing up. I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside, Jesus, point you bet hello, get the buddy out here. Point on the out there, thought up a bit about six foot nine. I don't know eat out there, yep, I'm walking right out. On July third, nineteen ninety eight, my boyfriend and our two children, age five and ten, we're on a camping
trip in Upton, Maine. We decided to explore Parmishiany Lake. The route to the lake begins from Route sixteen and Wilson's Mills. We spent most of the day driving around, pausing for a barbecue on a vacant lot before setting off again in the early afternoon. Before four pm. We were in our truck, with my boyfriend at the wheel, the kids in the middle,
and me on the passenger side. We emerged from a forested area at the crest of a small hill, which curved slightly at the top before straightening out at the base. The right side of the road opened up into a clearing, while the left remained wooded. There were no other vehicles in sight. As we rounded the bend, we spotted something at the bottom of the gentle slope. We both saw it simultaneously. My partner turned to me and asked, what did you just say? Without hesitation, I replied, sasquatch.
What we saw was beyond belief. The creature, if that's what it was, stood upright on two legs, was extremely tall. It was fairly thin and completely covered in long brown hair or fur. Strangely, it didn't seem to notice our approaching truck, even though we were close enough to see it clearly. Its strides were enormous, crossing the two vehicle wide dirt road in just three steps. We reached the bottom of the hill within seconds. Slowing
almost to a halt to peer into the woods. There was nothing there. My partner wanted to stop, but I insisted we keep moving for the sake of the children. We also stopped talking about it to avoid frightening the kids. We planned to return the next day to look for signs, but a heavy rain that night likely washed away any traces. I've shared this story with only a few people, as I know it's hard to swallow. I did
mention it to a forester at my workplace. The road we were on as gated, and I had obtained a key from my employer, which is why I brought it up with the forester. I was curious if he had heard some tails. The creature was spotted on bost Buck Mountain, peading towards as a Scohost Lake. There was also an old gate near mile marker number twelve in that area. This next story asks the question is the Adirondacks home to
Bigfoot or is it just his favorite vacation spot. While Bigfoot discussions may seem relatively new in American history, Native Americans have been sharing Sasquatch stories for centuries. Although often associated with the West Coast, sightings have been reported throughout the Adirondacks, from Saranac Lake in the north to a well known sighting in Whitehall, located in the southern foothills. If this is indeed a myth, it's
an impressively enduring one. According to folklore, Bigfoot is a colossal ape like creature covered in here, often emitting a strong odor. This could account for the report of a potent unwashed human smell and a wilderness area near Moody Pond. Interestingly, in Florida, bigfoot is referred to as a skunkate. During my college years in Florida, many of my peers lived in the nearby trailer park in the Green Swamp. Party there, I discovered that most locals had
a skunk ape tail to tell. One woman was doing dishes when she glanced up through her kitchen window. She found herself face to face with a hairy, surprised face just a foot away from her own. It was a humorous moment where both parties screamed and the skunk ape fled. Given the typical trailer set up, her home was elevated on submit blocks. For this intruder to be at eye level with her, he must have been at least eight feet
tall. Remote locations seemed to be a breeding ground for bigfoot stories, as they are believed to be closely related to the Abominable Snowman or of the Himalayan region of Nepal and Tibet. In the late nineteen fifties, permits were issued to US expeditions climbing the high mountains, detailing proper yetie handling procedures. Embassy counsel Or Ernest Fisk wrote on November thirtieth, nineteen fifty nine, that all
expeditions must first purchase a permit. The group was then warned that the creature could be either photographed or captured alive, but it must not be killed or shot except in an emergency arising out of self defense. Any discoveries indicating the existence of the Abominable Snowman had to be reported to the Nepalese government. It
would have been a public relations gold mine if it had ever happened. The Northern Sasquatch Research Society has gathered a vast collection of over two hundred first hand accounts of encounters with the elusive creature. Some of these encounters are seemingly ordinary,
like reports of rocks being thrown at unsuspecting individuals. One particular story, shared by veteran sasquatch investigator Bill Brand, recounts the experience of a man who initially believed the splashing and thunking sounds were caused by a beaver in the water. However, this perception quickly changed when the rocks started landing dangerously close to where he was standing. These rocks were as large as basketballs, and one
even struck the man's vehicle. Unfortunately, the story does not delve into the possible reactions of the insurance adjuster. My husband vividly remembers a tale from his childhood spent summers in Saranac Lake. He recalls hearing the adults discuss it, and vaguely remembers its coverage on the local needs. The story revolves around a woman who was driving through a remote area when she noticed what appeared to be a bear lying in the middle of the road. Intrigued, she decided to
investigate the motionless figure and stepped out of her car. However, as she approached, she quickly realized two crucial things. It wasn't a bear and it was awake. In a panic, she hurried back to her car and attempted to get in, but the creature forcefully ripped the door off. Just as things seemed ire, another car appeared on the scene, scaring the creature away.
Although there are no documented accounts of this incident, it likely took place in the early nineteen sixties, before such occurrences were extensively documented on the internet. Another local story, recounted by an adult, dates back to the summer of nineteen ninety six. A group of friends decided to go camping in the Pine Pond area, situated at the base of mount ampersand as dust settled in,
they found themselves fishing from a canoe. While engaged in conversation, one of the friends noticed a peculiar shape on the edge of the wood line, approximately fifty yards away. They pointed it out to their companion, who also saw it. Both agreed that it resembled a black bear standing sideways. Intrigued, they cautiously rode towards it. As they approached, the shape stood up, revealing itself to be crouching on its feet like a catcher from a baseball
team. Now upright, it stood at least seven feet tall, covered in dark brown hair, with a fleshy upper cheek area. Its dark eyes were strikingly bright, and it seemed to observe them for several seconds, tilting its head upwards as if sniffing the air. The creature even moved its head and hands, captivating the witnesses. Suddenly, the sound of snapping twigs from behind
the creature prompted it to spring into action. It swiftly turned to its side, checked on the canoe, and then spun around, disappearing into the woods like a nimble cat. The two friends remained in the canoe, contemplating whether they should paddle to shore to search for tracks. Despite their companion's curiosity, the witness's desire to escape prevailed. Eventually, they mustered the courage to investigate and found two indistinct markings in the sand, likely caused by the creatures pivoting
movements. The witness found the entire experience deeply unsettling, even though the creature did not display any threatening behavior. Every sun that night kept them awake, and those who hadn't encountered the creature dismissed it as a mere bear. However, the witness knew better, stating it was no bear. What I find most compelling about these accounts is the consistent testimony from experienced campers, hikers, anglers, and hunters. They all agree that while the creature may have resembled
a bear in some ways, it was undoubtedly not one. The seasoned wilderness enthusiastics concurred that the creatures appearance, movements, and even its head were distinct from those of a bear. One of the most remarkable sightings in the Adirondacks is the famous Whitehall events that occurred in the mid nineteen seventies. This small town, nestled in the foothills of the Adirondack Park, has a long history
of sightings dating back centuries. According to Bruce G. Hallenbeck's book Monsters of New York, Mysterious Creatures in the Empire State, events began on August twenty fourth, nineteen seventy six. Three teenagers Martin Paddock, Paul Gosselin, and Bart Kenney were driving in a truck near a bear road just outside of town. As they passed a field, they noticed a large human form standing by the roadside. Intrigued, they turned the truck around to get a better look,
but soon after they were met with live squealing and screaming. The figure began running towards them, causing Gosselin to urgently instruct the driver to flee. Paddock complied, leaving behind a trail of burnt rubber measuring fifty seven feet. They immediately reported the incident to the police, only to be met with skepticism. However, Gosselin's father, Wilfred, recalled here in erie screams in the same area of the previous year. He gathered two other men and returned to
a bear road, where they found that the creature was still there. Gosselin vividly described his encounter, stating, it scared me a lot. What really caught my attention were its eyes that had huge red eyes. It just stood there, motionless. It was seven to eight feet tall, weighing around three hundred to four hundred pounds, with thick, coarse hair. The hair on its head was longer than what was on its body. Brian Kinney, another
witness, was certain that what they saw was not a bear. He confidently stated, it was no bear. A bear doesn't move like that. Gosselin provided detailed descriptions that were later used to create drawings of the creature. Another sighting occurred that same night near the Pultney River Bridge, where law enforcement officials discovered nineteen inch tracks. Casts made from these tracks revealed dermal ridges similar to
fingerprints. Encounters with Bigfoot rarely occur in densely populated areas or during daylight hours. They are often glimpsed rather than seen and heard late at night or in the mysterious twilight, making Bigfoot stories the perfect tales to share around a camp fire deep in the woods, and it is in those moments when we are most immersed in nature that we are most likely to have an encounter. In the secluded wilderness of the New Jersey Pine Bearns, Dave and his anonymous wife
encountered an unexplainable sight. They claimed to have seen bigfoot. The woman said, this creature it just leaped across the entire road. It stood about six feet tall, covered in light colored fur, similar to a deer, but it was no deer. Its legs were spread out, and it seemed to be performing a ballet leap across the road. The siding occurred off the main road near Brown's Mills. The woman, who was previously a skeptic, saw the creature and her rear view mirror. She is now a believer, she
admitted, Even now I'm still trying to comprehend what I saw. It's just difficult for me to grasp. They immediately reported their encounter to Eric Spinner, the New Jersey representative for the National Bigfoot Field Research Organization. Spinner presented a big Foot footprint casting he claimed to have found in New Jersey. Fox twenty nine reporter Hank Flynn asked Spinner, do you consider this credible? I do for several reasons. It's rare for someone to report seeing it in their rear
view mirror as she did. Also, they weren't intentionally searching for Bigfoot. They were simply enjoying a day in the woods with their dog and riding their four wheeler, and then this happened. The pine barrens provide food, water, and ample hiding spots. Characteristics come into other reported bigfoot siding locations. The number of sidings in New Jersey might be surprising. We've had dozens of
sidings over the years. Reports come into our website and database, some of which aren't even included in our official siding database because they're either still under investigation are deemed as hoaxes or unreportable Spinner said. In North Jersey, the creature is known as Big Red Eye. Some in South Jersey believe they're seeing the Jersey Devil. Regardless, the legend continues to thrive. Dave's wife was once
a skeptic, but now she knows that seeing truly is believing. In New York Times reported on October eighteenth, eighteen seventy nine, that two young Vermont hunters saw a wild man while hunting in the mountains just south of Poel. The Time said of the October seventeenth, eighteen seventy nine occurrence, the young men described the creature as being about five feet high, resembling a man in form movement, but covered all over with bright red hair and having a long,
straggling beard, and with very wild eyes. When first seeing the creature, sprang from behind a rocky cliff and started for the woods nearby. When mistaking it for a bare or other wild animal, one of the men fired, and it is thought wounded it. With fierce cries of pain and rage. It turned on its assailants, driving them before it at high speed. They lost their guns and ammunition in their flight, and dared not return for
fear of encountering the strange being. Other accounts are much more recent. According to a report printed at the Space on the Run newsletter website in December nineteen eighty nine, a man from Eden and Lamoul County found footprints in snow. The prince measured twelve to fourteen inches in length and about six inches wide. This was in an area that was ten miles from the nearest house in East Haven. In October nineteen seventy six, a woman who was reading in the
wood saw something like the creature that do frame saw. It had a muscular neck, a large head, and broad shoulders. It stood around eight to eleven feet in height. Would the ape like hair and long arms. A similar account and description was given by a boy in Essex Junction in June nineteen ninety four, had Bigfoot live in the Berkshire Mountains of western Massachusetts. After hearing these big Foot siding accounts dating back to seventeen sixty five, you can
decide for yourself. A persistent local rumor says that Bigfoot may live or at least vacations in the Berkshires of western Massachusetts. It was nearing ten pm on Sunday August twenty first, nineteen eighty three, in the small town of Washington, Massachusetts, four friends were enjoying a steak and chicken cookout near Camp Eagle, an abandoned boy Scouts camp on the banks of Felton Lake. The camp had been abandoned since nineteen seventy, so there weren't many people in the area.
Suddenly, their peace was disturbed by strange rustlings in the distance. Praying that whatever had made the noises would leave them alone, they returned their attention to the camp fire and got back to enjoying the night. When another two hours had passed, they could no longer ignore the rustlings. Something big was out there, and the young friends wanted to know what it was. Bared Durant eighteen and Frederick Parody twenty two set out to investigate. About a hundred
yards later they saw it. It stood on two legs, silhouetted on the trail in the moonlight, and it was huge. Durant told the Berkshire Eagle a few days later, I don't scare easily, but it scared me. Though this is perhaps the most famous record of a bigfoot sighting on October Mount,
it is certainly not the only one. October Mountain, so named by famed New England writer Herman Noville, because of its stunning fall color, has been the focus of paranormal investigations, spooky documentaries, and eyebrow raising stories of UFOs, from tales of strange creatures running amok to more recent sightings of a ghostly young girl hanging around her grave. There's no shortage of lore here and Bigfoot, well, he's a bit of a local celebrity. Durant and Parody
ran back to their camp site. About an hour later, they and their friends packed up and headed out. They climbed into their car, flicked on the headlights, and saw it again. This time from the safety of a motor vehicle, they were able to get a better look. It was crouched down in the bushes, with dark brown fur and eyes that seemed to glow in the car's light. They estimated it to be between six and seven feet tall. The creature was almost but not quite humaning six years later, another
big foot siding circulated. A man had been hiking the well traveled trail up the mountain on a July evening when he spotted a reddish brown creature crouched in the brush. As a rather experienced hiker, he was less startled than curious. He pulled out his binoculars just as the creature moved into a clearing. Curiosity quickly became fear. The creature was covered in fur, but wasn't like
any animal the man had ever seen. Its face, slightly elongated with rather pointed features, was less furry than the rest of its startlingly humanlike body. Its arms just a little too long to be normal, were reaching into the brush to move aside rocks, presumably in search of bugs. The hiker was fascinated with the creature's treatment of the rocks. Each stone it picked up was carefully stacked into a small pile. Apparently satisfied with its evening snack, the
creature stood up. Its long, furry arms stretched all the way to its knees, and it was as tall as a human. It turned its head and slowly began to move back toward the woods. The hiker didn't stick around to find out where it was headed. He ran. The first recorded account of this bigfoot sighting was in seventeen sixty five, when a group of explorers
in the Great Barrington area allegedly found the creatures sleeping again. In eighteen ninety five, a north Adam's newspaper printed a town selectman's account of seeing it. More recently, the creature was spotted lurking in the bushes near a home, and Beckett walking the Long Route seven in Williamstown and knocking sticks together on Mount Greylock. The verdict is still out. Could this creature be real? If so, why can't we prove it? If not, why do we keep
seeing it? On your next trip to the Berkshire's be sure to keep an eye out for this furry mystery. You never know what you might see. A dog with a human face. Whittier was a popular nineteenth century poet who was born in my hometown of Haverhill, Massachusetts, and he had an abiding interest in New England folklore. Some of his most popular poems were based on old legends. But The Supernaturalism of New England is not a book of poetry.
It's a collection of legends and what we modern folks would call paranormal encounters. Some of these stories are easily categorized witchcraft tales, accounts of promontory dreams and haunted houses, but some are much stranger and harder to categorize, including the following story, which was told to Whittier by a neighbor who was walking near Haverhill's Canoza Lake when she witnessed something otherworldly. It was a warm summer
evening, just at sunset. She was startled by the appearance of a horse and the kind used a century ago in New England. The driver sat sternly, erect, with the fierce countenance, grasping the reins tightly and looking neither to the right nor the left. Behind the cart, and apparently lashed to it, was a woman of gigantic size, her countenance convulsed with a blended expression of rage and agony, writhing and struggling. Her head, neck,
feet, and arms were naked. Wild blocks of gray hair streamed back from temples, corrugated and darkened. The horrible cavalcade swept by across the street and disappeared at the margin of the pond. Wootier notes that I have heard many similar stories, but the foregoing may serve as a sample of all. Sadly, he doesn't tell any of the similar stories, so it's hard to understand what is going on here. Although the cart is old fashioned. I don't
think this is just a ghost story. Perhaps the woman is being taken to hell by the devil, which was a common theme in New England legends. But if that's the case, why is she gigantic and so enraged, and why is she being dragged into Canoza Lake. It's a really puzzling story. Wootier also includes this next story, which was told to him by a friend who was a man of strong nerves, sound judgment in ordinary matters, and
not particularly superstitious. Still, this unsuperstitious man also encountered something creepy in Havevrail. He was standing one moonlight evening and a meditative mood on the bridge which crosses Little River near its junction with the Merrimac. Suddenly he became sensible of a strange feeling, as if something terrible was near at hand. A vague terror crept over him. I knew, said he in relating the story, that something bad and frightful was behind me. I felt it, and when
I did look round, they're on the bridge. Within a few paces of me. A huge black dog was sitting with the face of a man. A human face if ever I saw one, turned full up to the moonlight. It remained just long enough to give me a clear view of it, and then vanished. And ever since, when I think of Satan, I called to mind the dog man on the bridge. That's certainly an unnerving little story. It sounds more like the description of a nightmare than something encountered in
waking life. Was this dog creature, the devil, a vision or something else? Wittier doesn't really say, but he doesn't include it with others about the devil. Does the devil normally appear as a human face dog? And if it was the devil, why didn't he say or do anything? Again, it's another puzzling story. Interestingly, there are Japanese folk tales about humans dogs called jimminkin. These creatures are said to be omens of ill fortune,
but not particularly evil. The dog manned that Whittier described sounds a little more sinister than that. A woman named Olivia who told us quite an incredible tale of what happened to her and her daughter while horseback riding in August nineteen seventy six. Here's what she had to say. My daughter and I decided to take our horses out riding, like we occasionally did in the Lakeland area by
Blackwood. It was August ninth, nineteen seventy six. I remember the date because we knew Hurricane Bell was soon to hit the New Jersey coast, so we wanted to get some riding in before that. It was a windy day, but we followed the usual trails, going along dirt paths that were close to a junkyard. We approached one section of woods when suddenly there was dead silence. We usually heard all sorts of wildlife in the area, but heard
nothing now. Then a crow called lively three times and the horses started acting up. We couldn't figure out what was going on, and then up in front of us, about one hundred feet or so, we saw this thing. It was about six feet tall. Its back, which it was scratching against a tree, was facing us. At first, to me, it looked like a large dog on top of a horse. I asked my daughter,
what is that. It started walking along the path we were riding on, and we slowly followed it up the hill, but the horses were reluctant to stay calm. The thing turned around and I could better see what it looked like. It had whitish hair with black spots on its hips. It had horns coming out of its head and red slanted eyes. It knows how to pig like snow. It stood on two feet that ended in cloven hoofs. Its hands were tipped with large claws, and it looked like it was
slobbering all over. It jumped into the path with its arms open wide, lowering its head like it was going to charge us. At the time, I felt as though I was in some kind of trance, like I was in a movie or something. Only when my daughter yelled, let's turn around and get out of here is when I realized we might be in danger. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, it charged at us, tucking its arms and running like the Bionic Man. It tried to grab one of the horses
tails, but we took off. When I looked back, I noticed it had stopped in the spot we had taken off from, like in the movies. After we got away from this thing, we saw Washington Township police car by the junkyard and told the policeman driving it that there was a strange creature in the woods that came after us, and we described it to him. The policeman said, well, I hope to hell we don't catch it,
and started to fill out a report. But amazingly, this thing showed up in the junkyard and we all saw as it hopped over the eight foot fence, galloped in front of the police car, and then ran into the woods. After that, we took the horses right back to the stables. The policeman wanted my address so he could speak with me later, but I didn't make it home in time. He had already come and gone. I never found out if he filed the report. Maybe the fact is that he didn't
want to report it. Later on after that incident, the owner of a local ranch told me one time he found one of his horses dead in a field with its stomach ripped open. I am telling you, I believe there is something out there. There were three witnesses that day, and my daughter and I can recall vividly every moment of our encounter with this thing, even
after forty years. I'll never forget it. I've never told this story to anyone outside of the family, but my daughter convinced me that we should tell it to Weird New Jersey. Bigfoot scene on a game camera. I don't know much about this picture. I do not know where it was taken, who to credit, or even if it is of a real bigfoot. Here's what little I know about the image. The best I can assume is that the picture was taken around twenty sixteen, but that may not be the date
at all, a possible location of Pennsylvania. But again, this is just a guess. What we are looking at, according to what I read, is a bigfoot stooping down and looking directly at a game camera. There are some blaring questions about the image, like if it is a game camera picture, whereas the game cam data that is normally at the bottom of an image, this information must have been cropped out. It normally shows the time,
date, in temperature, all of that information is missing. Also, to me, the image looks as if it may be from a television screen, but this could be very much true, as sometimes people load game cam images to their television and then take pictures with another camera. If anyone has more information about this image, then please let us know, even if it is a total fake, we want to know so we can add it to the list of fakes. Knowing something as fake is good for future references. These
types of things tend to pop back up over time. To view the three images, head over to our website click on the Sasquatch Odyssey blog at the top of the page. They say you don't gotta go home, but you just say I don't want word. Trying, des try, try everything. Call it baby right, baby, my joy for me, your stay right, you call it right away, Yet be callous sassssssssssss