Website Submission on 12/9/09
Really like the website and thought I would share a true story with you involving my grandfather and a Bigfoot encounter that happened in the early 1940’s and again in the 1950’s and early 1960’s. My family is from the Forkland region of Western Boyle Co. near Mitchellsburg. This part of Kentucky has 1000’s of acres of timberland and large hills we call Knobs. Even today, this area of Kentucky has areas that are not habitable due to rugged terrain. My grandfather died in the late 1970’s having lived into his 80’s and I heard him tell this story many times.
In rural Kentucky in the 1940’s work and money were nearly nonexistent and with him having young children to feed it was necessary to hunt for wild game or deer for food, one afternoon while hunting in a valley along the North Rolling Fork near an area called Scrub Grass he told of pushing through some wild willows growing along the banks of North Rolling Fork to find an animal across the stream standing on two feet and covered head to toe with black hair. Grandpa said the animal appeared to be young standing about 3 feet in height, muscular build, he said the animals face wasn’t distinguishable due to hair covering it. The animal did not appear to be frightened and stood motionless. Grandpa was so taken back at the sight of this animal he said his first reaction was to shoot but he doubted his ammo being more suited for small game might not bring the animal down and that he feared two things, the animal might charge toward him or that there might be more of these animals just out of sight in the willow thicket that grew along both sides of the stream so he very slowly backed away from the animal and back into the willows behind him and then ran hoping the animal would not follow him. The next morning Grandpa took some men back to the area where he had the encounter to find numerous human appearing footprints varying in size on a sand bar and along the bank of the stream.
Grandpa knew the forest well and always believed the animals migrated like birds at certain times of the year. He believed these animals sometimes slept in trees and on numerous hunting trips he told of seeing them swing from treetop to treetop. When food was scarce, due to drought, he believed missing chickens in the night or torn off screens to a smoke house was the animals pillaging for food. As a child sitting on the front porch with my Grandparents on hot fall evenings in the early 1950’s & 60’s after sundown we would hear wailing sounds deep in the forest and Grandpa would tell Grandma to take us kids inside. The area has many residents now and I moved away from the area long ago but I would imagine once the sun goes down at certain times of the year these animals could easily slip through the woods undetected by anyone other than maybe a barking dog or two.
Thanks for a great website.