I never thought I would write about Bigfoot or anything out of this world because until recently I didn't believe in those things. What happened this year has changed my opinion. I was just released from jail here in Ohio after sitting in a cell for twelve days. I was not charged with anything, but I was held with some sort of federal mumbo jumbo so they could do an investigation. In January, we had record snowfall. It's about eleven inches, and to me, it was a perfect time to take
off and work and go deer hunting. I love hunting in the snow. Now. I have a couple of felonies in my past. I spent five years in prison for beating the shit out of a politician's son who took advantage of my little sister. And I'm not allowed to hunt with firearms, let alone own one, so I couldn't hunt the last day of Muzzloder season. That said, I do have an awesome Matthew's compound boat, and there was
an explosion of monster bucks in Ohio. To hunt one snowy Tuesday morning, I layered up and headed for private property nearer Tar Hollow that I have permission to hunt. I had been in my stand for over eight hours. It was about four forty five PM, just before it started to get dark, when I busted a beautiful fourteen point monster. I was already looking forward to getting my
picture with this trophy. I let him have a half hour head start before I started tracking his blood trail and his tracks, But there was another snowstorm coming in and the light was fading fast, so I had to back out. I knew he would be there in the morning. Even if the he's got to him, I would still have the mount. The next morning, I drove over to my brother in law's house and I had him bring his bloodhound out to follow the blood trail. His dog's
name is love Bug. He was an exceptional scent tracker for finding and recovering crippled deer well. We got to my stand around nine thirty that morning, and the dog instantly took to the deer's trail. We had been following him for a quarter of a mile past where I tracked the buck the night before. When love Bug suddenly refused to go forward, I continued to follow the clues left on the trail for another half hour. When I finally found where the buck fell and bled out. But
the buck wasn't there. There were giant tracks in the snow where some big boy came in and picked the deer up and walked off with it. Now, this dude must have been superhuman to be able to pick up that buck, since even I had to bring a roll up sled to drag him out. Now this guy must have simply thrown it over his shoulder and walked away with it. Well, I was pissed, and I wanted my
deer back, so I started following his tracks. For the next two hours, I followed those giant barefoot tracks until they led to a steep hillside and went straight up. I tried to follow their path, but I couldn't keep my balance, let alone scaled the slope without falling and sliding down. I angled to a part of the ridge that was not very steep and finally got to the
top and back on the trail. And an hour later, the prince pushed into the massive thicket and there in the center was my buck, or at least what was left of him. All I could see was its head and rib cage. That was the moment that I realized that I was in a big foot bedroom. All around the clearing were tracks of all sizes and flatten places
in the snow where they had been sleeping. All I had with me was my bow, so I turned to get the hell out of there, but I stepped on something that rolled under my foot and I fell face first into the snow. I looked to see what I had fallen on, and I realized that it was a human skull. I pulled my phone out, I took a picture of it, and then opened to find my car
app on my phone and pegged the location. I sprinted back into the clearing and grabbed my buck's head and ran as fast as I could through the deep snow. When I was almost back to my truck, I heard some sort of roar in the direction of the thicket, and then I picked up my pace. As soon as I was in my truck and back on the road, I called a game warden in the state patrol to report what I had stumbled on, and then I met
up with them at a local gas station. When all the authorities were present, I led them to the thicket and stood by as they started searching and collecting evidence. They even had a cadaver dog that located additional human remains under the snow. All I could do was stand there and be cold, And when I mentioned that my part was done and I was headed home, they insisted
I remain where I was. It was well into the night when the group of other individuals arrived and asked me what I had seen and what I thought had happened there. Well. When I finished talking, I asked if I could go home, and they refused, and I decided I was going home anyway. That might have been my mistake. One of the newcomers, who was a head taller than me, looked like a lumberjack. He grabbed me by the arm and swung me into a tree and handcuffed me. Before
I couldn't so much as grunt. They instructed one of the local cops to take me to lock up, and that's how I ended up in jail. Each day I was visited by two gentlemen from the federal government who asked me the same questions. Did I see the bear that took my deer? Did I know where the bear's den was? When I reminded them that the bears were in hibernation and it wasn't a bear that took my deer.
They told me wrong answer and they would leave. Now, I might be a little slow, but it took me eleven days to figure out the answer they were looking for was Yes, I saw the bear. It was a large black bear, but I did not find it's den. I must have scared it off. The next morning, I was informed that I was not being charged for the criminal trespassing. Apparently I had crossed the park's property lines and crossed over several private properties too. The kick in
the ass was that they kept my buck's head. I had moved it without calling it in and logging the kill, and I had not filled out my tag. I had just lost my job, spent over for a week and a half in jail, and didn't get to keep my trophy. So screw the government. I'm telling what I found and saw. Even though I never saw a large hairy man, I did see tracks, and I can imagine the size and strength that it would take to lift a two hundred
pound buck. I saw the strides of these creatures, and I heard their roar, and I saw the killing field and all the bones that law enforcement discovered up there. My heart goes out to the families of those they discovered, knowing they probably will not even be told. I wish Steve Lilly were real and available. We could use him in Ohio, Signed Bobby