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Interpretive photo montage by Linda Godfrey

This report came to me some years after the original incident, which occurred in December, 2006. The witness, a professional accountant who asked to remain anonymous, was busy putting  up Christmas decorations around  his mobile home near Entrican, close to the center of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula when an unexpected visitor showed up. And no, it wasn’t Santa.

To give you an idea of this locale, Entrican is a tiny community in the middle of Montcalm County, surrounded by creeks. Indianhead Lake lies a few miles to the northwest, with state game areas close by. It’s a good environment for wildlife. The witness has since moved from the area, but here is his story, edited only for clarity and the inclusion of details added in my subsequent interview with him :

“Ms. Godfrey – You’re going to think I’m crazy. I know I would – I need to tell someone. I was living in a single-wide mobile home in central Montcalm County Michigan. It was near a crossroad called Entrican and I just moved down from Tok, Alaska. 

I was living alone with two cats and I just decorated  for Christmas––putting up the tree, lights, general stuff like that around the house. I had a big picture window looking out to my wooded backyard with a stream about 100 feet from my trailer. You could see the Christmas tree in the window; it was beautiful it looked just like a Christmas card if you could see it from the woods out-in-back.

You have to understand Ms. Godfrey, I deal in facts at my job and I have an MBA in Accounting.  It is difficult for me to relate this to anybody.  I saw  this not only once but three times in that Christmas season.    

It was about 11:00 the first night; I was watching the news so it had to be around that time. The picture window was not draped because of the woods; I liked to see the stream and the forest out the window. It reminded me of my home back in Alaska. The cats were a little antsy that night, darting back-and-forth under the tree, looking out the window. I thought there was a deer or a black bear out in the woods–it happens more times than not Ms. Godfrey; that is one of the reasons why I rented this trailer. I glanced out the window and there it was. It looked like a wolf and it was right outside the picture window, so much so the snout hit the window. It was watching my cats. It didn’t take any notice of me until I walked up to the window.

It was looking at me and I was watching the–for a lack of a better word–wolf. We were staring at each other for about five minutes. It had a canine appearance but was bigger than any dog or wolf I have ever seen. Do you know that 80s movie, ‘The Howling?’ It looked in the manner of that, if I had to say. There was one difference, though; it did not seem evil or menacing. I’m very confident in saying that it looked like every other animal in the forests. It had a very domestic dog-like appearance. It had dark, matted fur and those eyes Ms. Godfrey; I felt those eyes had lucid thought behind them.

It didn’t seem malicious and the cats were right by me looking at it. The cats sensed it out in the woods before I saw it.  The cats didn’t ‘puff up’ so I don’t think it frightened them, but they knew something wasn’t quite right. 

Then the strangest thing happened; it turned around and walked on two legs back to the woods. It was up on its hind legs and didn’t drop on all fours. The first thing I thought was [that it must be] kids. I started to think better of it and it was annoying not to know about what I just witnessed. You know what I am talking about, the little thing in the back of your mind saying ‘Hold on, what just happened’?

Well Ms. Godfrey, I was not going to get any sleep that night until I found out more. I got dressed, put on my coat and got the flashlight.  There was a moon out and I could see everything till I got to the woods. There was paw prints from the stream to the trailer and back to the stream again. These were huge paw prints not like any wolf or dog and they were only two sets of them, not four. Didn’t think about photographing the paw prints or measuring them. They were coming from the stream.

I walked up to the picture window; the paw prints stopped and I looked up to the window. My cats were watching me from inside the trailer and I notice the snout print on the window. It dawned on me that I was looking up to see the snout print. There is a dip in my back yard and the trailer was a bit higher than usual. I’m 6’4” and I still had to look up to see the print when I was right outside the window. It was about 7 to 7 ½ feet from the ground to the snout print. It was eerie to know that there was something not quite right out in the woods. 

The Buck–and the Wolf–Stops Here

It happened again [twice] about two weeks later. The only thing I could think: It was using the stream and the Flat River for a road, and it was attracted to the Christmas lights in my picture window. It only pressed its snout against he window the first time. The other times, it stopped about 15-20 feet from the trailer, a good 70-75 feet from the woods. There was snow on the ground and it was a crisp, clear winter’s night. All three times.

All three times the Christmas lights were on, blinking slowly.

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Interpretive photo montage by Linda S. Godfrey

Here is something else to think of Ms. Godfrey; about two, maybe three hundred yards down Grow Road is the Buck Stop Lure Company. Basically they sell deer pee in bottles. Maybe that is why it was around Entrican. I still don’t know what I seen that Christmas season but it was peculiar to say the least.  I wondered what it was. I didn’t feel afraid. It bothers me, not that I saw something, but what it was. That is what annoys me to no end.”

Of course I did not think this man was crazy. I’ve heard too many similar stories.

I scarcely need to mention that this site lay deep within the heart of known Michigan Dogman territory. I did tell the witness there have been many other instances of upright canines (and Bigfoot!) peeping in windows of houses, sometimes even rattling the door knob or smashing against an outside wall. It also does happen that occasionally a Dogman will make multiple visits to a particular home. Adding strong lights to a lawn often helps, but in this case the creature seemed attracted to the colored, blinking lights.

And even though it seemed like it intended no harm, it may also have been interested in the cats. Or who knows, perhaps the nearby source of deer pee did have something to do with it.

Equally interesting is why the creature visited 3 times, then stopped (as far as the eyewitness knew). I also can’t help but wonder if the mobile home’s subsequent owners were visited, too.

As the song goes and this eyewitness found out, there’s no place like home for the holidays.

 

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I’m not sure Bigfoots like carrots or corncob pipes, but a nicely outfitted snowman must be tempting. Merry Christmas, season’s blessings and Happy New Year to all!

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On the observation peak at Wildcat Mountain State Park

I spent this end-of-Nov. day in Wildcat Mountain area (WI) with my sister Pam having a true field day doing some research, taking some pix and chatting about cryptids with locals. If you’ve never been to this great state park I highly recommend it! http://dnr.wi.gov/topic/parks/name/wildcat/ Also nearby Man Mound Park https://www.co.sauk.wi.us/parksandrecreation/man-mound is awesome, unique Native American history and art.

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carvingSnuffy1Labor Day weekend was special for me this year; I traveled to Maine to take part in the International Cryptozoology Conference hosted by Loren Coleman in Portland, and then visited a friend who is a long-time Bigfoot observer and who had promised to take me to the area in central Maine where her encounters took place. I wasn’t disappointed on either count.

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Robert Schneck and L. Godfrey 

The conference was a superbly planned event with wonderful people in the speaker and vendor lineups and a standing-room-only crowd of attendees. Loren and Jenny Coleman and their volunteer staff did themselves proud. In addition, I got to meet long-time online friends like Robert Schneck in person, reconnect with others and make new ones such as Snuffy Destefano, wood sculptor supreme, who created my new Bigfoot carving pictured above (see his Facebook page).

My online friend, “Suzy,” who is of part Wabanaki ancestry, and I headed north the next day. We’ve corresponded for several years. Suzy had only told a few people about her mid-60s to early 70s childhood experiences with a Hairy Man she calls “Wabou” and two smaller creatures that may have been his mate and child, or two juveniles. Her story is amazing, however, and she finally decided to go public with some of it in a new video in order to show people that these creatures should not be killed. (You can see the film at this Maine community TV station here.)

It’s Suzy’s story to tell, as I’ve always said to her, and she does a good job on the video. She and I visited the property she discusses in the film, and it tallied in every way with what she had originally described to me, as did the adjoining woods where she spent so many days beginning at about age 7 and continuing to her early teens when she and her mother moved away. We received a fascinating corroboration from a nearby resident whose property was adjacent to the woods where she spent much of her youth, after we asked him if he had noticed anything strange around the property. He said that beyond the blood-curdling screams at night there was one other thing.

His house was on a small lake, and he said he was puzzled at finding large piles of open clam shells near the shore. Some looked crushed or bitten, and he could not think of any animal known to inhabit that area that ate clams or would leave a huge pile of them. He showed us where the piles had been–they were recently washed away by some severe storms, although a few shells did remain to mark the spot.

Bigfoots have been observed eating clams by other eyewitnesses. Suzy said that Wabou, who was over seven feet tall and covered with very dark, mahogany-colored hair that lightened to reddish tones in summer, would sit in the water with his big legs splayed out in front of him and eat clams as fast as he could chomp them out of their shells.

Suzy reveals many more observations on the video, but I can mention a few other things she has told me. Their teeth, she said, did not have overbites or underbites when the jaw was closed. Instead, they were very square, all the same size and met on edge rather than overlapping. When they grinned it looked more like a grimace, and Wabou would grin at her often, perhaps in imitation of her own smiles. Wabou also taught her to swim, she said, by carrying her into the lake on his shoulders until they reached the deep part, and then pushing her off into the water. He would then reach up to support her as she splashed and learned to stay afloat.

In return, she brought a deck of cards and attempted to teach them to play a simple game or two, but didn’t have much luck. She also brought them white bread, their favorite, and fruits as treats. Most of their days were spent in a simple structure of tree branches bent and twisted together so that pine boughs could be laid over the top. They rested a lot in daytime, said Suzy, because they were mainly out at night. In the dark, she said, their eyes glowed red and she could always find the small one that way when they played hiding games in the trees.

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The woods  where Suzy encountered the Hairy Man.

And no, they did not smell pine-tree fresh. She said after a day with them, she always needed a bath. Her parents were preoccupied with their own problems, and allowed her to roam at will. When she had to suddenly leave her beloved friends, she wanted to give them something to remember them by, so she tossed a pair of purple, hip-hugger jeans  into their nearest day-hut while they were out. “It was all I could grab in the few minutes I had,” she said.

On our trip, Suzy took me to the nearby woods where her large friends lived, although unfortunately we didn’t have enough time to wait for them properly. She made a vocalization that she said was the call Wabou would respond to when she needed him, but didn’t hear an answer. She also made rock clicks timed in a certain pattern, and twice there was a single, far-off click in return. We each saw something large moving between trees in the distance, but couldn’t make out what it was. She began feeling ill and wanted to leave immediately. I had a weird tightness in my stomach but I stayed a few minutes longer to take a few pictures. Suzy had gone straight back to the road where her car was parked. I turned around to head back too, but soon realized I was not headed toward the car, but in the direction of the rock clicks and whatever we’d seen moving in the distance. Luckily Suzy called for me and I was able to turn correctly and pick my way through the underbrush. After I made it back onto the asphalt road, Suzy heard footsteps crashing through the woods in our direction. We decided to go. She believes we had definite “company,” but that it was probably not her Wabou. But there was one more corroboration…

After the video–which doesn’t tell about our trip or reveal where in Maine this all occurred–was shown, the producer received a message from a Micmac man who had seen the video on TV. The producer told Suzy that the man said he had seen a tall Hairy Man in the tree line within a mile or so of those woods. The only date given was “some time ago,” but the closeness to Suzy’s childhood home was a good indication (along with other known sightings in that state) that Hairy Man does exist in central Maine, and that at least the one known as Wabou had a very gentle side!

 

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BigfootheadJust out, a new CNN article that features some eyewitnesses from my books and interview questions with me as well. It’s great to see some even-handed reporting on this topic.

Also, getting close: this weekend, Sunday Sept. 3 is the International Cryptozoological Conference in Portland, Maine! Tickets still available at the door. I’ll be speaking around 11 am and will be at my table to sign books and chat the rest of the time. Totally excited to be on this roster of speakers and to take my first trip to Maine! Hope to see some of  you there!

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Halloween isn’t here for a couple of months yet, but the werewolf masks — or at least, some old photos of them– are already coming out. There is one making the rounds on some groups that someone clipped from my old, now static and partially dismantled BeastofBrayRoad.com site (which is about to be reborn). It’s very definitely a person in a mask, and the photos were sent to me by Wisconsin friend Donna Pulkowski, after she posed in them just for fun and made sure I knew that. The one above was taken on Potter’s Road, Elkhorn. Another, below, is set on Bray Road.Scan_20170821 (2)

The one that has been causing all the fuss is below, along with the text from the old site. But please wait just a second before scrolling all the way down for that.

First, I want to post one that was sent to me anonymously some time ago. The appearance of it doesn’t come together as a canine for me, but is one of the best of this type of photo I’ve received. It was sent as a print, taken outdoors, so I have the full shot and the zoomed detail. I can’t recall seeing it anywhere else but that doesn’t mean it didn’t. It looks to me like someone wearing a wolf pelt with head, and clothing. The legs appear human. But that’s just my opinion. Please have at it!

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Post from the past: October 29 2009 HOAXES NOT JOKESES 

Look closely at this pic – see a familiar face?

People send me similar things all the time: Cousin Pete in a werewolf suit, or a landscape with a brown blob that is supposed to be a dogman. Sometimes the senders even helpfully add outlines in red crayon to show where the head or legs go.

Why do they do it? Some of these senders want my endorsement so they can sell the pic on e-bay, others are just sort of kidding themselves that they have captured proof that cryptids exist.  Some, I have no doubt, really did capture a photo of what they saw but the pic just isn’t good enough to identify it. I truly hope that some day, someone WILL come up with a clearly defined, measurable, unfaked video or pic of an upright wild canine that the world can chew on.

It’s the folks who just like to trick others that I worry about. I know of at least four Beast impersonators on Bray Road alone (hint; Halloween is their fave time for critter-scamming).

For one thing, they could get shot. It has happened to hoaxers in other places such as the so-called Choccolocco Monster of Missouri whose fun ended when someone aimed a rifle at him. (He survived but learned his lesson.)

I also worry about the safety of innocent motorists who may be passing by. Causing someone to have an accident would not be cool.

Beyond those considerations, I wonder about the psychology of the pure prankster. There is a degree of mean-spiritedness there, along with disdain for the hoaxees. A hoaxer is actually mocking those people who have had real unexplained experiences, and makes it harder for researchers to do their work.

However, I’ve never been able to link any known hoaxers to reported Beast sightings by date or location. And  I have a feeling that most people know a human in a bear or gorilla suit or werewolf mask when they see one.  I’ve received far too many sightings of unknown upright canids over time and geographical distance to blame them all on hoaxers. In other words, hoaxes do not prove or disprove the existence of cryptids, they just gum up the binoculars.

My final word is a plea to would-be Halloween jokesters is to curb your enthusiasm and stick to scaring trick-or-treaters at your own front door this year. At least you can then give them some candy to make up for it.

 

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