Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something just cause my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it, Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like, I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was or was it was? Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better hello, get somebody out here. What quin I'm out there's got of aventure about tech forty nine? I don't know. Easy announce the Yeah, I'm walking right. Oh. If you tuned into the most recent episode of the show, you heard Brian and Wayne engaging in debate about the aquatic abilities of
sasquatch. Undoubtedly a thought provoking question, Brian took it upon himself to embark on a quest for answers, unearthing articles that delve into this very topic. Within These captivating reads lie accounts of these elusive creatures swimming during encounters with unsuspecting witnesses, and now at Brian's behest, I'm here to present these tales to you. Although I'm not sure these anecdotes answer all of our questions, they're
certainly interesting if nothing else. So find yourself a comfortable spot, unwined, and enjoy as I share these amazing accounts. Max Westernhoffer was a German pathologist who in the early nineteen forties made a comment that was as controversial as it was thought provoking. Sstailation of an aquatic mode of life during an early stage of human evolutions is a tenable hypothesis for which further inquiry may produce additional supporting
evidence. Almost two decades later, a marine biologist named Alistair Hardy added that very ancient primitive ape stock may have been forced by competing predators and circumstances to feed on the seashores and to hunt for food shell fish, sea urchins, et cetera in the shallows of the coast. I suppose that they were forced into the water, just as we have seen happen in so many other groups
of terrestrial animals. There's a large body of data available which shows that unlike many apes and monkeys, Bigfoot is quite an adept swimmer and a creature for whom water is far from being an alien environment. The North American wood Ape Conservancies say swimming must be examined alongside the terrestrial gate of the wood ape, since it appears to be an important means of locomotion throughout the range of this
species in North America, especially on the West coast. Lisa Shiel, who has had personal interactions with Bigfoot, has uncovered an example of Bigfoot in the water from the nineteenth century. She outlines the story. In the eighteen thirties, reports emerged from the area around Fish Lake, Indiana, of a four
foot tall wild child loitering in the vicinity and swimming in the lake. Siel continues in another incident that took place in September nineteen sixty seven, a fisherman casting his net on the delta of the Nuksack River in Washington State felt something tug on his net. A moment later, something began dragging his net upstream. When he shined his flashlight at the thief, he saw a hairy hominid
in the river hauling in the net. A third case comes from the people who run the website today in Bigfoot History, they state William Drexler's campsite overlooked Phantom Ship Island. He had just finished his sausage and egg breakfast and was smoking his morning pipe just looking out over Crater Lake, Wyoming. That's when
he noticed something moving on Phantom Ship Island. For those who may be won wondering, Phantom Ship Island is a small, craggy island on Crater Lake that takes its name from its ghost ship like appearance, which is particularly noticeable when the mist hover is low and thick. The story continues, what Drexlas saw was a brownish gray bigfoot, obviously soaking wet, stretching out on some rocks near the water's edge. One of the most fascinating examples originated near Ketchekeen,
Alaska, at some point around the turn of the nineteen sixties. It was a story provided to long time bigfoot authority and investigator John Green. The story had a bit of a friend of a friend aspect to it, but it is no less fascinating. It revolved around a young boy named Errol who, on one particular night was out fishing with his father when his flashlight illuminated something terrifying standing in the water, A large humanoid creature, but one which was
clearly not human, staring intently at him. Not surprisingly, the boy screamed at the top of his lungs and fled for his life. A posse of men then came running, just in time to illuminate the dark waters with their flashlights and who saw to their astonishment the huge beast dive into the water and start swimming like a frog, before vanishing from view as it plunged ever deeper into the depths. In moments it was gone, demonstrating its skills as a
powerful, fast swimmer. Rupert Matthews, the author of Bigfoot Reports. In July nineteen sixty five, a sasquatch was seen swimming some distance away from the shore of Princess Royal Island, British Columbia. The fisherman who saw it realized with no little apprehension that it was actually swimming for his boat, so he started up his outboard motor and sped off. At this point, four more sasquatch appeared on a nearby beach and watched him. There have been sightings of
swimming Bigfoot in Texas too. Rob Riggs, who deeply studied reports of the creatures in and around the Big Thicket area of the Lone Star state, told of one particularly notable case of a watery sasquatch. John's family home is on the edge of the Trinity River swamps near Dayton. One night, he heard a disturbance on the porch where he kept a pen of rabbits. He investigated just in time to see a large dark form make off with rabbit in hand.
John impulsively followed in hot pursuit, staying close enough to hear the rabbit squeal continuously. John was able to close in on the creature and to a point where he witnessed something amazing occur, As Rigs revealed, standing on the high bank in the moonlight, he watched dumb struck as what looked like a huge apelike animal swam to the other side of the river, easily negotiating the strong current and never letting go of the rabbit. In March two thousand and
seven, the Goldie family told of swimming Bigfoot around Trinidad, California. Rather bizarrely, the creatures were reportedly seen swimming alongside sea lions as they negotiated the waters from Trinidad Head Rock to Flat Iron Rock. The biding cold waters apparently affected the Bigfoot not a bit. A Bigfoot so elusive because they live in deep water. Come with me now as we take a look at the secrets
of Bigfoot's very own world of the watery depths. Will begin with a largely unknown issue of the Bigfoot creatures being skilled swimmers, and as the evidence will soon show, they are creatures that spend a lot of time deep in the water. Between the nights of December twenty sixth and twenty ninth, nineteen eighty, multiple extraordinary events of the UFO kind occurred within Rendelsham Forest, Suffolk,
England. There were events that involved military personnel from the nearby Royal Air Force stations of bent Waters and Woodbridge. Since that now long gone period, countless US Air Force personnel who were stationed in the area at the time have spoken out regarding their knowledge of a small, triangular shaped object that was seen maneuvering in the forest. Others described seeing in the dark woods almost ghostly extraterrestrial type
beings of short size and with eerie feline like eyes. Strange and unknown lights were seen dancing around the night skies, circling both the forest and the twin military facilities. There were stories that the amazing movements of the Euphos were caught on radar, and there was even hush talk of those military personnel involved in
the incident being silenced by ominous men in black style characters. As for the official story, many attempts have been made to suggest that the beam from a local lighthouse situated at near by Orford Nests was the cause of all the fuss of the flying source of variety. And here's where we come to something decidedly strange and intriguing. It has nothing to do with the lighthouse per se, but everything to do with the twelfth century town of Orford itself. Wondering what
I mean by that? First, here is a bit of important background data on Orford Castle, near which an amphibian man was seen and captured. Orford Castle was a royal castle built by King Henry the Second of England between eleven sixty five and eleven seventy three because he wanted to re establish royal influence across the region. Before that time, the area had been under control by the
big Odd family, who resided in nearby Framlingham Castle. Hugh big God had been one of a group of dissenting barons during the anarchy and the reign of King Stephen. Henry had initially confiscated Framlingham Castle from Hugh, but had returned it in eleven sixty five. In eleven seventy four, Henry crushed the Big Gods when they revolted again and ordered the permanent confiscation of Framlingham Castle. During
a revolt, Orford Castle was heavily garrisoned with twenty knights. Henry died in eleven eighty nine, and although the political importance of Orford Castle diminished, the port of Orford grew in importance. By the start of the thirteenth century, royal authority over Suffolk firmly established. It handled even more trade than the more famous port of nearby Ipswich. In twelve sixteen, Orford Castle was taken by the invading Prince Louis of France, later to become King Louis the Eighth.
John fitz Robert became the governor of the royal castle under the young King Henry the Third of England, followed by Hubert de Burgh. Under King Edward, the first governorship of Orford Castle was given to the Devaloin's family, and had passed by marriage to Robert de Ufford, the first Earl of Suffolk, who was granted it in perpetuity by Edward the Third in thirteen thirty six. No longer a royal castle, Orford was passed on through the Willoughby, Stanhope and
de Vere families. It is truly ironic that many of those who are skeptical of the Rendlesham Forest UFO case of December nineteen eighty are so very often keen to suggest that the airmen who were involved merely mistook the elimination from the nearby Orford Lighthouse for something more exotic. Why Well, Orford itself is a veritable hot bed of weirdness, and that has not just been the case for the
last few years, or even since the events at Rendelshem occurred. Rather, Orford has been what the late John Keel would have termed a window area for
no less than centuries. Consider as just one example of what actually amounts to far more than a few the following account of the single named Ralph, a monk and an abbot of cargeshol Essex, England, recorded way back in the year twelve hundred in chronic and anglic The story describes the remarkable capture in the area of nothing less than a definitive wild man of the woods style creature.
In the time of King Henry the Second, when Bartholemy de Glanville was in charge of the castle at Orford, it happened that some fishermen fishing in the sea there caught in their nets a wild man. He was naked and was like a man in all his members, covered with hair and with a long, shaggy beard. He eagerly ate whatever was brought to him, but if it was raw, he pressed it between his hands until all the juice was
expelled. Ralph continued with his monster themed account. He would not talk, even when tortured and hung up by his feet brought into church, he showed no sign of reverence or belief. He sought his bed at sunset and always remained there until sunrise. He was allowed to go into the sea, strongly guarded with three lines of nets, but he dived under the nets and came up again and again. Eventually he came back of his own free will.
But later on he escaped and was never seen again, or maybe the beast man, or far more likely, given the large passage of time, one of its offspring was seen again, albeit hundreds of years further down the line. At some point during the summer of nineteen sixty eight, one Morris Allen, who grew up in the vicinity of Orford, was walking along the coast near, of all places, the town of Orford itself, when in the
distance he saw someone squatting on the sand and leaning over something. As he got closer, Morris said he could see that the man was dressed in what looked like an animal's skin and was savagely tearing into the flesh of a dead rabbit. The man was dirt encrusted with long tangled hair, and had wild, staring eyes. Morris could only watch with a mixture of fascination and horror.
Suddenly, the man held his head aloft and quickly looked, or perhaps glared would be a far better description in Morris direction, as if he had picked up his scent. The wild man quickly scooped up the rabbit, bounded off into the grass, and was forever lost from sight. For a highly
traumatized Morris Allen, it was an event destined never to be forgotten. Perhaps the wild Man of Orford and its surrounding areas continues to live on, taunting in tantalizing people with the occasional sighting of its bestial form, and it can now be said with a high degree of accuracy in the weird stakes there is far more to Orferd than just its infamous lighthouse. Max Westernhoffer was a German pathologist who in the early nineteen forties made a comment that was as controversial as
it was thought provoking. The postellation of an aquatic mode of life during an early stage of human evolutions is a tenable hypothesis for which further inquiry may produce an additional supporting evidence. Almost two decades later, a marine biologist named Alister Hardy added that very ancient primitive ape stock may have been forced by competing predators and circumstances to feed on the sea shores and to hunt for food shell fish.
Sea urchins et ce in the shallows of the coast. I suppose that they were forced into the water, just as we have seen happen in so many other groups of terre vestrial animals. While it is obvious that lakes, oceans, and rivers are not the natural habitats of Bigfoot. There's a large body of data available which shows that, unlike many apes and monkeys, Bigfoot is quite an adept swimmer and a creature for whom water is far from being
an alien environment. The North American wood Ape Conservancies say swimming must be examined alongside the terrestrial gate of the wood ape, since it appears to be an important means of locomotion throughout the range of this species in North America, especially on the West coast. Circumstantial evidence, such as reports of the presence of wood apes on small islands off the coast of British Columbia, has suggested they
swim. Observations of wood apes actually swimming have confirmed this. Lisa Shiel, who has had personal interactions with Bigfoot, has uncovered an example of Bigfoot in the water from the nineteenth century. She outlines the story. In the eighteen thirties, reports emerged from the area around Fish Lake, Indiana, of a four foot tall wild chair loitering in the vicinity and swimming in the lake.
Schiel continues in another incident that took place in September nineteen sixty seven, a fisherman casting his net on the delta of the Nuksack River in Washington State, felt something tug on his net. A moment later, something began dragging his net upstream. When he shined his flashlight at the thief, he saw a hairy harminet in the river hauling in the net. A third case comes from the people who run the website today in Bigfoot History, they state William Drexler's
campsite overlooked phantom Ship Island. He had just finished his sausage and egg breakfast and was smoking his morning pipe just looking out over Crater Lake. That is when he noticed something moving on phantom Ship Island. For those who may be wondering, Phantomship Island is a small, craggy island on Crater Lake that takes its name from its ghost ship like appearance, which is particularly noticeable when the mist hovers low and thick. The story continues, Drexler got out his binoculars.
It took him a minute or two before he was able to get a good bead on the moving figure. What Drexler saw was a brownish gray bigfoot, obviously soaking wet stretching out on some rocks near the water's edge. The creature was luxuriated. Drexler watched the creature for a while lounge in the sun. Then after a bit, the bigfoot climbed to the other side of the
island and Drexler lost sight of him. One of the most fascinating examples originated near Ketchikan, Alaska, at some point around the turn of the nineteen sixties. It was a story provided to long time bigfoot authority and investigator John Green. The story had a bit of a friend of a friend aspect to it,
but that makes it no less fascinating. It revolved around a young boy named Errol, who, on one particular night, was out fishing with his father when his flashlight illuminated something terrifying standing in the water, a large humanoid creature, but one which was clearly not human, staring intently at him. Not surprisingly, the boy screamed at the top of his lungs and fled for
his life. A posse of men came running just in time to illuminate the dark waters with their flashlights, and who saw, to their astonishment, the huge beast dive into the water and start swimming like a frog before vanishing from view as it plunged ever deeper into the depths. In moments it was gone, demonstrating its skills as a powerful, fast swimmer. Rupert Matthews, the
author of Bigfoot Reports. In July nineteen sixty five, a sasquatch was seen swimming some distance away from the shore of Princess Royal Island, British Columbia. The fisherman who saw it realized with no little apprehension that it was actually swimming for his boat, so he started up his outboard motor and sped off. At this point, four more sasquatch appeared on a nearby beach and watched him.
There have been sightings of swimming Bigfoot in Texas too. Rob Riggs, who has deeply studied reports of the creature's end and around the Big Thicket area of the Lone Star State, tells of one particularly notable case of a watery sasquatch. John's family home on the edge of the Trinity River swamps near Dayton. One night, he heard a disturbance on the porch where he kept a
pen of rabbits. He investigated just in time to see a large dark form make off with rabbit in hand, John impulsively followed in hot pursuit, staying close enough to hear the rabbit squeal continuously. John was able to close in
on the creature and to a point where he witnessed something amazing occur. As Riggs reveals, standing on the high bank in the moonlight, he watched dumbstruck as what looked like a huge ape like animal swam to the other side of the river, easily negotiating the strong current and never letting go of the rabbit. In March two thousand and seven, the gold Ee family told of swimming
Bigfoot around Trinidad, California. Rather bizarrely, the creatures were reportedly seen swimming alongside sea lions as they negotiated the waters from Trinidad Head Rock to Flat Iron
Rock. The biding cold waters apparently affected the Bigfoot not a bit Constructed in the early part of the nineteenth century, England's historic Shropshire Union Canal, or the Shroppye, as it has come to be affectionately and popularly known by those that regularly travel its extensive and winding waters, is some sixty seven miles in length and extends from Ellesmere Port near the city of Liverpool, right down to
Orderly Junction at Wolverhampton in the Midlands. The southern end of the old canal that was originally known as the Birmingham and Liverpool Junction Canal, was the very last of the great British narrow boat canals to be built and is a true testament to the masterful engineering of Thomas Telford. Deep cuttings and massive embankments are the veritable hallmarks of the canal, and they paint a picture that is as
eerie as it is picturesque. The UK Shropshire Union Canal is quite possibly Britain's most haunted waterway, as the local folk that intimately know and appreciate the history and lore of the canal are only too well aware. At Chester's Old Northgate, for example, and where the canal was dug into part of the town's old moat, a ghostly Roman centurion can be seen when circumstances are said to to be right, that is still guarding the ancient entrance to the city.
Stay tuned for more sasquatch Otsey will be right back after these messages. Then there is the shrieking specter of Belton Cuddy, which is a veritable wailing banshee style monstrosity that strikes cold, stark fear into the hearts of those who have
the misfortune and bad luck to cross its terrible path. At the site of the former lock keeper's cottage at Burgerdon on the nearby Montgomery Canal come intriguing reports of the ghostly ethereal figure of an early Welsh princess named Ira, and bringing matters relatively more up to date, there is the spectral American Air Force pilot whose aircraft crashed near the canal at little On at church Eton, Staffordshire during
the Second World War. There is also the helpful resident ghost of Teery middle Lock at Market Drayton, which has allegedly been seen opening and closing the lock gates for those novice holidaying boaters that from time to time negotiates the waters of the Long Canal. But by far the most famous or perhaps infamous would be a much more accurate word to use ghostly resident of the Shropshire Union Canal is a truly diabolical and devilish entity that has become known as the man Monkey.
That's right, the very same hairy creature that back in January nineteen eighty six got me into this controversy in the first place. It was within the packed pages of Charlotte Sofia Burne's book of eighteen eighty three Shropshire Folklore, that the unholy antics of what some have since perceived to be the closest thing that Britain may have to the North American Bigfoot and the yetti of the Himalayas were first
unleashed upon an unsuspecting general public. According to Burne, a very weird story of an encounter with an animal ghost arose of late years within my knowledge. On the twenty first of January eighteen seventy nine, a laboring man was employed to take a card of luggage from Ranton in Staffordshire to Woodcock beyond Newport in Shropshire, for the ease of a party of visitors who were going from one
house to another. It was late in coming back. His horse was tired and could only crawl along at a foot's pace, so that it was ten o'clock at night when he arrived at the place where the high road crosses the
Birmingham and Liverpool Canal. It was then Burne faithfully recorded that the man received what was undoubtedly the most terrifying shock of his entire life before or since, it seems pretty safe to assume, just before he reached the canal bridge, a strange black creature with great white eyes sprang out of the plantation by the roadside and alighted on his horse's back. He tried to push it off with his whip, but to his horror, the whip went through the thing,
and he dropped it on the ground in fright. Needless to say, Burne added, the poor tired horse broke into a canter and rushed onwards at full speed, with a ghost still clinging to its back. How the creature at length vanished, the man hardly knew. But the story was far from over,
burn learned. He told his tale and the village of wood Seeds a mile further on, and so effectively frightened the hearers that one man actually stayed with friends there all night rather than cross the terrible bridge which lay between him and his home. Burne's wild story continued that by the time he reached the village of wood Saves, the unnamed man was in a state of excessive terror, and promptly retired to his bed for several days, so much was he
prostrated by his fright. Burne also recorded that on the following day, another individual traveled back to the Sinister Bridge, and sure enough there was the man's whip still lying at the very place where it had fallen to the ground.
After the night marrish and bizarre encounter, almost inevitably, dark tales of the crazed beast and its infernal night time activities began to spread like absolute wildfire throughout the little villages and hamlets of the area, as Burne quickly learned and recorded thus in her book, the adventure, as was natural, was much talked
of in the neighbourhood, and of course with all sorts of variations. Most regrettably, Burne failed to elaborate on the particular nature of these variations and gossip. But it seemed that the local constabulary had heard all about the nature and
exploits of the Harry demon and knew exactly what was afoot. As Burne carefully chronicled, some days later, the man's master was surprised by a visit from a policeman who came to request him to give information of his having been stopped and robbed on the Big Bridge on the night of the twenty first January.
The Master, who apparently was very much amused by this development in the escalating and seemingly mutating story, carefully explained to the visiting policeman that this was completely untrue and that in reality, it was his employee who had reported a strange encounter at the Big Bridge, but that there was most definitely no robbery involved
at all. Interestingly, when the real details of what had occurred were related to the policeman, he was seemingly completely nonplussed, came to the realization that no actual crime had been committed at all, and merely replied in a distinctly matter of fact fashion, oh, was that all, sir? Oh? I know what that was? That was the man monkey, sir, as does come again at the bridge ever since the man was drowned in the cut.
Charlotte Byrne also revealed that she personally had the opportunity to speak with the man's employer, but also to our cost today, she did not expand upon the specific nature of the conversation within the pages of Shropshire Folklore. Nevertheless, Burne did describe the master as being a mister b of l d. And although the man's name remains unknown to us and probably always will remain so ld is very possibly and probably quite likely a reference to the ancient nearby Staffordshire city
of Lichfield. So what precisely was the strange hairy critter that was seen wildly roaming the distinctly darkened corners of the Shropshire Union Canal by moonlight on that winter's night way back in January eighteen seventy nine. Was it truly some form of Bigfoot or Yetti like entity? Could it potentially have been an exotic escape e of the Simian kind and possibly one that originated with a private zoo somewhere in the area, or even a traveling monata of the type that were indeed popular
back then. Did it have wholly supernatural and paranormal origins rather than purely physical ones, or was it something else entirely? The questions are many, the answers are few, but still on the matter of the Man Monkey. Eliot O'Donnell was a prestigious author, one who penned dozens of titles on the world of the paranormal, and who died in nineteen sixty five at the age of
ninety three. In his nineteen twelve book Where Wolves, O'Donnell said, it is an old belief that the souls of cataleptic and epileptic people, during the body's unconsciousness adjourned temporarily to animals, and it is therefore only in keeping with such a view to suggest that on the deaths of such people, their spirits take permanently the form of animals. This O'Donnell said accounted for the fact that the places where such people died are often haunted by semi and wholly animal types
of phantasm. There is, however, clearly something supernatural about the man monkey, since sightings of the always solitary beasts have continued to be reported into the twenty first century, and they are almost identical in nature. The location is usually bridged thirty nine. The monster leaps out of the trees and terrifies the unwary, and it displays qualities and characteristics that are part flesh and blood and
part spectral. Whatever the true nature of Ranton's resident hairy monster man, it shows no signs of leaving its tree covered haunt anytime soon. Should you one day find yourself in the vicinity of Ranton. Take great care and heed if you are forced to cross Bridge thirty nine. The man monkey may be waiting in the wooded wings, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The remarkable
tale of Paul Bell is for me at least a highly memorable one. Bell said that he was a keen fisherman, and told me how in July and August nineteen seventy six he had spent several saturdays out at the canal with his rods, reels and bait, and soaking in the intense heat of what was,
without doubt and absolutely scalding hot couple of months. I seriously doubt that anyone who is old enough to remember the summer of seventy six will ever quite forget those truly extraordinary temperatures that briefly and memorably plunged the entire nation into complete and utter s goolden chaos. But it was far stranger things than the occasional extreme nature of the British whether that Paul Bell had fixed on his mind.
He told me how, on one particular Saturday afternoon he was sat near the water's edge, very near to where the events of eighteen seventy nine occurred on a small wooden stool that he always carried with him when he was literally frozen solid by the side of what, at first I thought was a big log floating down the cut about sixty or seventy feet away. According to Bell,
however, it was no log. It was something else Entirely. As it got closer, Bell was both astonished and horrified to see a large, dark brown and black colored eel or snakelike creature, possibly ten feet in length or a little bit more, moving slowly in the water, with its head that looked like a black sheep flicking rapidly from side to side. Although he had an old polaroid camera with him, said Bell, he never even thought to
take a photograph. Instead, he merely stared in both awe and shock as the animal cruised leisurely and blissfully passed him before finally vanishing out of sight. That's right, you guessed it correctly, the man monkey. Peering across the width of the canal, Paul was both horrified and petrified to see a dark,
hairy face staring intently at him out of the thick green bushes. The head of the animal was unmistakably human like, but crossed with a monkey, said Bell, who added that as soon as it saw me looking at it, up it went and ran right into the trees, and I lost it. He further explained that was it a second or two was all at the most, but as it got up and ran, I knew it was a big monkey. There's nothing else it could have been. But what flummocks me
more than seeing it, though, was what was it doing there? At this stage? Many might be inclined to ask, is it just too much to accept when someone claims to have seen not one, but two strange animals in the same precise area for some? But I will later reveal that sightings of hairy man beasts and water based monsters in the same area are curiously prevalent in Britain, and there's an intriguing theory as to why exactly this should be
so, which I will discuss in due course. Until then, though on with the sightings, Bell stressed that the creature apparently did not see him, or if it did, it never attacked me and did not appear to exhibit
any outright hostile tendencies. Having heard such accounts on several previous occasions, namely of giant eels roaming British waterways and particularly those of the West Midlands, meant that Paul Bell's story was not that unusual to me at all, even though it certainly involved what was, without doubt an unknown animal of truly impressive proportions.
But what elevated it to a far stranger level was the fact that Bell claimed, in quite matter of fact fashion, I have to confess that the following Saturday he was fishing in practically the same spot when he got the feeling I was being watched and saw something equally monstrous, yet manifest different in nature
and appearance. Very notably, the kelpie was also said to be able to transform itself into both a beautiful maiden or mermaid and a large hairy man that would hide in the vegetation of Scottish waterways and leap out and attack the unwary, not unlike the man monkey of the Shropshire Union Canal. Now we just might know why our monsters are so elusive. They live in deep water. Maybe most of the time they say, you don't gotta go home, but
you can stay. I don't want to be oppen joy this job. That chart everything calling, get pring back, joy from me, joy staying right, you come in right away, step steps still, steps don dost stay. Passings used US instances