This is 100% not flight related, 100% not news, and most likely 100% something that you will feel is a waste of your time reading.....
When I was a kid, television had a number of shows and documentary types that focused on UFOs, Loch Ness monster, the Bermuda Triangle and such. The content of these shows that scared me the most was when they focused on Bigfoot. Bigfoot was the absolutely scariest thing in my universe......simply because I KNEW he was real. Realer than the Easter Bunny, realer than Santa Claus, realer than the Tooth Fairy....Bigfoot was rock solid, no doubt about it REAL.
I knew Bigfoot was real because Eastern and South Eastern Ohio has been a pretty hot area for Bigfoot for hundreds of years. First it was the Injuns who lived in Ohio who saw him, then the white folks began reporting seeing him when they moved into the area. Commonly called The Grass Man, Bigfoot is in Ohio.
And just a few miles from my house, which was WAY out in the country, and surrounded by thick hardwood forest and deep valleys, was a place that had long been called Goat Holler (or Goat Hollow for those who don't have a hillbilly tongue in your mouth). Goat Holler was stated to be the home of some large, hairy, upright walking monster that made a sound that was vaguely goat like. Old Timers told of hearing that haunting call echoing up and down the valleys around Goat Holler.
Now I know that the legend of Goat Holler is more than a legend....it is a FACT! It has long been said that NO dog will ever go into Goat Holler, not even during the day. Champion hunting dogs will stop at the edge of the Holler and pee all over themselves...that is what the Old Timers said. So one day, when I was around 11 years old, I took my dog, Blackjack, for a walk through the woods. Now Blackjack was not your typical child's dog. He was 1/2 German Shepard, 1/2 King Shepard. He took after his King Shepard daddy....Blackjack tipped the scales at 155 pounds....imagine a German Shepard as large as a Bull Mastiff. Blackjack was definitely no wimpy dog.....at the age of 9 months he kicked the crap out of a full blood, full grown Alaskan Timber Wolf that lived at the farm up over the hill from us. And when Blackjack was 2, and fully grown and mature, that foolish wolf came back over the hill, into our yard, and took a dash at my Mom. Blackjack killed that wolf like he was simply peeing on a Dandylion. Now Blackjack would follow me anywhere I went....except into the Goat Holler....that's where I took him that day. And nothing I did or said would get that huge black and sable Shepard to cross that unseen border of Goat Holler.
Yes sir, the Old Timers were right all along....Goat Holler has a monster living in it....and I KNEW that that monster was Bigfoot!
Now....I was a child prone to nightmares (and still am prone to nightmares) and the nightmare I had most often was Bigfoot! 3, 4 sometimes 5 times a week I would wake up from a nightmare about Bigfoot. And I would be terrified out of my skull. I KNEW he was real, I KNEW he was a face eating son of a Beech, and I knew that if he got the change he would eat my face. And when I woke up from these nightmares, I KNEW that he was standing in front of the window that was by the head of my bed.....peering into my small dark room, his large glowing eyes working to see even the smallest movement that would reveal my presence. I would lay there in my bed.....heart beating in my chest so hard I feared that the sound alone would give Bigfoot cause to attack....I would not move...not one muscle, not an eye would twitch....I would arrest even the movement of my eyelashes in the air from the fan on my small desk. Breathing was done small and shallow....barely quarter breaths of air each time I inhaled and exhaled. I would remain in that state of terror for HOURS....knowing that if I moved even the tiniest of muscles, Bigfoot would thrust his huge hairy hand and arm through the window, grab me, yank me into the night, eat my face off and leave my lifeless, faceless body wedged into the fork of a tree somewhere for later consumption.
My childhood is just a barely visible spec in the rear view mirror of my life. Blackjack has been gone for 2 and a half decades. But Bigfoot remains! And he is still standing outside of my window....ready to eat my face off.
Tim
When I was a kid, television had a number of shows and documentary types that focused on UFOs, Loch Ness monster, the Bermuda Triangle and such. The content of these shows that scared me the most was when they focused on Bigfoot. Bigfoot was the absolutely scariest thing in my universe......simply because I KNEW he was real. Realer than the Easter Bunny, realer than Santa Claus, realer than the Tooth Fairy....Bigfoot was rock solid, no doubt about it REAL.
I knew Bigfoot was real because Eastern and South Eastern Ohio has been a pretty hot area for Bigfoot for hundreds of years. First it was the Injuns who lived in Ohio who saw him, then the white folks began reporting seeing him when they moved into the area. Commonly called The Grass Man, Bigfoot is in Ohio.
And just a few miles from my house, which was WAY out in the country, and surrounded by thick hardwood forest and deep valleys, was a place that had long been called Goat Holler (or Goat Hollow for those who don't have a hillbilly tongue in your mouth). Goat Holler was stated to be the home of some large, hairy, upright walking monster that made a sound that was vaguely goat like. Old Timers told of hearing that haunting call echoing up and down the valleys around Goat Holler.
Now I know that the legend of Goat Holler is more than a legend....it is a FACT! It has long been said that NO dog will ever go into Goat Holler, not even during the day. Champion hunting dogs will stop at the edge of the Holler and pee all over themselves...that is what the Old Timers said. So one day, when I was around 11 years old, I took my dog, Blackjack, for a walk through the woods. Now Blackjack was not your typical child's dog. He was 1/2 German Shepard, 1/2 King Shepard. He took after his King Shepard daddy....Blackjack tipped the scales at 155 pounds....imagine a German Shepard as large as a Bull Mastiff. Blackjack was definitely no wimpy dog.....at the age of 9 months he kicked the crap out of a full blood, full grown Alaskan Timber Wolf that lived at the farm up over the hill from us. And when Blackjack was 2, and fully grown and mature, that foolish wolf came back over the hill, into our yard, and took a dash at my Mom. Blackjack killed that wolf like he was simply peeing on a Dandylion. Now Blackjack would follow me anywhere I went....except into the Goat Holler....that's where I took him that day. And nothing I did or said would get that huge black and sable Shepard to cross that unseen border of Goat Holler.
Yes sir, the Old Timers were right all along....Goat Holler has a monster living in it....and I KNEW that that monster was Bigfoot!
Now....I was a child prone to nightmares (and still am prone to nightmares) and the nightmare I had most often was Bigfoot! 3, 4 sometimes 5 times a week I would wake up from a nightmare about Bigfoot. And I would be terrified out of my skull. I KNEW he was real, I KNEW he was a face eating son of a Beech, and I knew that if he got the change he would eat my face. And when I woke up from these nightmares, I KNEW that he was standing in front of the window that was by the head of my bed.....peering into my small dark room, his large glowing eyes working to see even the smallest movement that would reveal my presence. I would lay there in my bed.....heart beating in my chest so hard I feared that the sound alone would give Bigfoot cause to attack....I would not move...not one muscle, not an eye would twitch....I would arrest even the movement of my eyelashes in the air from the fan on my small desk. Breathing was done small and shallow....barely quarter breaths of air each time I inhaled and exhaled. I would remain in that state of terror for HOURS....knowing that if I moved even the tiniest of muscles, Bigfoot would thrust his huge hairy hand and arm through the window, grab me, yank me into the night, eat my face off and leave my lifeless, faceless body wedged into the fork of a tree somewhere for later consumption.
My childhood is just a barely visible spec in the rear view mirror of my life. Blackjack has been gone for 2 and a half decades. But Bigfoot remains! And he is still standing outside of my window....ready to eat my face off.
Tim
There are no reports of dead people in trees in Ohio are there? It looks too slow in the few pics I've seen of it to catch anything that has a heart-beat, and a critter with 4 legs,even short ones, could outrun the weird looking Bigfoot thingy.
ROFL
