Announcement: Bigfoot Ballyhoo has been under attack, in the past, by a couple of people who wished Ballyhoo and its editors to look as if they were hoaxing information.
One of the biggest examples would be the claim that we made up the ESP Team, Bill Emery, Cole Saxton and the late Hank Parchell. A well-known bigfoot researcher found photos that looked like Emery, Saxton and Parchell. He claimed the three to be the real men and not any part of the ESP Team. (In fact, he claimed there was no ESP Team).
And then while the Emery Team was processing trail cam photos a couple were sent to Ballyhoo. These photos turned out to be well-known bigfoot photos, one from a movie and one of Patty. The technician’s son that was processing the trail cam photos replaced the real photos with fakes. In good faith Emery sent the dallied-with photos to Ballyhoo. When it was found out what happened it was explained.
Another photo of a footprint with a believable history was given Ballyhoo to post. Turned out to be Tim Fasano’s photo from Florida. Again, we’ve given explanations for each occurrence. We were hoaxed.
We in time recognized each hoax and explained what happened
Mary Joyce routinely watched the local TV news and read the local papers. She was surprised that this year no Bigfoot sightings had been reported by hunters in their area. Her mother and father both believed this was unusual.
“Not one hunting season goes by that we don’t hear of at least one fellow believing that he’s seen one of these beasts,” Mr. Bandwilly said. Actually, he commented on the fact several times during the course of the last family game night.
Mary Joyce was babysitting her brother Tiny this afternoon. Their parents were grocery shopping. Tiny,
on the floor at the end of Mary Joyce’s bed, munched animal crackers and teased Ralf, offering the dog a cracker then snatching it away. The two made such noise that Mary Joyce decided to take them outside where the whole world could absorb their racket.
Fall leaves were in evidence on the lawns now; the evenings were now cooler and not too many more weeks and winter would be official. A fat grey and white cat walked the fence top while Ralf scratched with hind leg, an itchy ear. When the dog finally noticed the cat, he bolted to all fours, barked crazily, and attacked the fence. The fuzz-ball cat, hair standing straight up across its back, leaped from the fence and shot across the street.
In frenzied state, Ralf pulled his leash from Tiny’s puffy fist. Barking doggie laughter, and in pure canine bliss, he loped in long strides after the cat. Openmouthed, brother and sister watched from the gate as Ralf disappeared into the woods at the end of the cul-de-sac.
“Wait! Don’t go after that dog, Tiny,” Mary Joyce ordered her brother, he already in the middle of the
street, crying. “Ralf will come back. Don’t cry, Tiny.”
Their parents were due back any time now and Beth was expected as well. “We can’t go after the dog! Do you hear me?”
In low spirits, Tiny caterwauled (cried) until his mother and father arrived home. His father, with Tiny in tow, soon went searching the woods for Ralf.
The strangest thing, while Tiny and Mr. Bandwilly were still away in the woods, Ralf came running with a lolling tongue down the street from the opposite direction of the woods.
At dinner that evening, Mr. Bandwilly enjoyed himself telling of their adventure looking for Ralf. They hadn’t gone too many feet into the woods when Tiny brought up the subject of Bigfoot in his little boy manner.
There was a fine line between entertaining a young boy and frightening him. But, Mr. Bandwilly decided
that since Tiny had brought it up, it would be all right to talk about the animal.
The soft spongy ground under the pine and fir trees made walking noiseless; only their voices interfered with the silent woods, but from time to time a woodpecker tat-tat-tatted far off. And several times they heard running water trickling just off the path, behind tangled thickets or under fallen logs. Tiny held tight to his father’s hand the whole time they searched for Ralf, and watched for the shaggy animal, Bigfoot.
A white-tailed deer sprang in bounds across their path and crashed into a brittle-branched thicket. They both caught their breath as it broke and snapped dry branches in its effort to flee. Tiny whooped with excitement. Soon they were laughing, and did so all the way back to their street at the edge of the woods.
Tiny yelled for Ralf the whole time; his dad whistled for him. But there was no sign of Ralf, until they walked out of the woods. There, way down the street at the gate of their yard, Mary Joyce and Beth stood with Ralf safe on his leash.
Beth was sleeping over. At dinner, both girls listened with interest to Mr. Bandwilly tell about the excitement of watching for Bigfoot in the woods while searching for Ralf. Tiny added a few excited, little-boy words and wild arm flourishes to the conversation, even kicking the table leg once.
With Bigfoot taking up so much of dinner’s conversation, Mary Joyce and Beth decided to research sightings in their area on the computer. While the family watched TV, Beth and Mary Joyce, in the corner of the living room, family close by, read about Bigfoot. Many sightings for several years back were listed on one Bigfoot Research Site.
“Listen to this, Beth,” Mary Joyce cleared her throat loudly and read, “ ‘It was the hardest thing I ever did.
I didn’t look at it, but just walked on by it. I knew I shouldn’t run, so I made myself walk. I didn’t speed up or slow down. It was just so scary!’ ”
Mary Joyce turned and looked at Beth. “Do you know where the girl was when she saw Bigfoot?”
Beth shook her head and Mary Joyce continued, “Right out there in those woods, at the end of the street.”
“Where your dad and Tiny were today?”
“That’s right. The only thing, it was in 1978. That’s a long time ago.”
Beth yawned. “I’m so tired of yammering about Bigfoot. Let’s go to your room, turn in and talk.”
“Well, it was great fun finding something on Bigfoot in our area. I’m becoming surer and surer that what I saw was a Bigfoot.” Mary Joyce switched the computer off and pushed the chair close up to the desk. She turned to address her friend, but she was already saying goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Bandwilly. Tiny was already tucked in and asleep in his bed.
Important notice: It was brought to my attention Saturday that some character had posted a YouTube video claiming he had talked with one of our employees at our Kozy Kitchen restaurant in Myrtle Point. First of all, our employees can't and will not ever give out information over the phone about our patrons. Second, no one remembers any such call. I have viewed the video and will notify the man to remove it. Third, State law prevents anyone to record a conversation on the phone without informing the person that they are being recorded. I have notified the police for them to view it for legal action. Our patrons are important to us and should never be subject to this kind of trick.
Thank you for this notice. Please let us know what you decide after getting the police results. ... LNP
I write along with my husband Christopher Perry. We are the authors of a Viking Age Novel, Forced Blood The Norseman and several bigfoot children's books. I author the blog Bigfoot Ballyhoo. I'm a bigfoot believer and I hope the animal will be "found" soon.
Linda and Chris, we had great success last night and early this morning. Bigfoot came within 25 feet of me and Hank. We put out salt licks last night to see if the animal would try to take it and he did. I am enclosing a snap of #6 camera. DO NOT put it on the site yet. We don’t want another thing like last week. You may tell your readers of it though. All together we got 4 shots. They will have to all be enhanced but we believe all are very good. This shot was at 6 AM, Sunday Aug. 8, 2010. The image in the background is an old rotten cedar stump. Thanks for your support!