I’ve been a Bigfoot researcher for a little over three years now. I began my search for Bigfoot one day; quite by accident. A lady came into the store where I worked with a t-shirt that a picture of a Bigfoot right down the front of it. When the lady came through my line at the checkout counter I just had to say something to her about her t-shirt. I wanted to get one for myself, and I figured she had probably got it at one of the local t-shirt shops in town.
The minute I said something to her about it she looked at me for a minute, and said confidently “My name is Mary... and I’m a Bigfoot researcher. I am getting ready to check out a few Bigfoot reports.” I said to her, looking puzzled, “Bigfoot’s in Tennessee!?!? You’ve got to be kidding me!” The only Bigfoot’s I had heard about were out in Washington State. The Indian’s in that area called them the Sasquach, or Bigfoot, and they lived high up in the mountains.
I remembered seeing the Patterson film when I was a kid of a big hairy apelike creature with a pointed head, long dangling arms, and big floppy breasts just like a woman, heading off into the forest. Other than this, I knew very little about these odd creatures, so I decided to ask Mary more questions about them, and the research she was doing.
Mary talked to me for a few more minutes, but I could tell she was in a big hurry to get somewhere, so she put some film down on the counter, and a card with her name, phone number, and website on it. She told me to give her a call if I was interested in going on a trip out into Bigfoot country with her sometime. Little did I know that I was being prepared for one of the strangest, and most fascinating adventures of my life.
That evening when I got home from work, I found out from the Internet that there were Bigfoot reports scattered all across the state of Tennessee. That was it! My curiosity got the best of me this time. I wanted to learn more about the Bigfoot people, so I made the decision to call Mary up and go with her on one of those Bigfoot trips she had talked about.
Needless to say, my family thought I was nuts, and made fun of me over it, telling me that there was no such thing as a Bigfoot, much less one here in Tennessee. Well, being the dare devil that I am I went anyway, and boy was I really in for a big surprise!
Mary took me as far out in the woods as we could get. We drove up and down the mountainside on every dirt road she could find. I was so far out in the woods that I thought I would never see daylight again. She showed me several places where she had received reports of Bigfoot activity in. The first place Mary took me to see really gave me the creeps. She called it a feeding ground where she had found several half-eaten, dead calves and deer just ripped apart by these Bigfoot creatures.
Another area she took me to was where the Bigfoot’s had made a nice big bed out of pine needles and brush. There we found several wild turkey feathers, and some kind of dead animal carcasses lying around in this area of the woods. I realized pretty darn quick that I did not want to be found out in those woods after it got dark!
We jumped back into the truck and headed for another place where Mary said some campers had been run plum off the mountain by one of those big hairy creatures, leaving all their tents and camping gear behind.
By this time it was beginning to get dark, the time when the Bigfoot creatures start waking up, and get to stirring around. Although it wasn’t dark just yet, the moon was shining its eerie glow over the trees, and the water in the creek nearby. I felt like something was going to happen to me here at this place that was going to change the course of my life forever.
We both got out of the truck slowly and quietly, and headed for the creek. Mary told me that she was going to do some things to try and flush the Bigfoot’s out of their hiding places, and for me to stay close to her, and keep myself quiet. Then, all at once, Mary let out a blood-curdling scream, and started beating on the trees with big sticks. Well, I froze right where I was!
Suddenly, a bunch of them started whooping and hollering across the creek like a bunch of apes. Next, another group of Bigfoot’s started in to hollering from way back behind us, up on the mountainside somewhere. I had never heard anything like this before. They made the strangest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life!
I got so excited that I picked up a big stick, screamed back at them, and started beating on a tree to. They all screamed and hollered right back at me. We knew they were moving in on us, and getting closer. Mary yelled for me to run for the truck, that they were coming down there after us. I was so excited over hearing them that she couldn’t get me to leave. I would holler at them, and then they all would answer me back.
Then, the playing around was over, I realized what kind of danger I was in. I was sure that I was going to get ripped apart, and ate for dinner by those creatures if I didn’t get the hell out of their territory fast. I ran back to where Mary was at as fast as I could, jumped into the old truck, and we spun gravels everywhere trying to get ourselves out of that place!
On the way back home, Mary told me that she had never got that big of a response out of them before. She said that we must have caught the Bigfoot’s off guard, and separated some of them from the rest of the group. That was why they got so upset, hollering at us like they did. I never expected to have something so strange, and unbelievable happen to me like this my first time out on a Bigfoot trip.
Now, as I look back on the things that took place that night, I know that it could have turned into a very dangerous situation for us. If we had stayed there in that area for even one more minute we might have never came back out of there. Bigfoot’s are wild creatures, and you can never be sure of what they might do. I almost learned this lesson the hard way. We were in their territory, and they were prepared to defend themselves and their little ones, if we hadn’t of got ourselves out of there when we did.
I was trained by one of the best Bigfoot researchers around. Mary knows everything there is to know about a Bigfoot. I have been out on several Bigfoot trips with her since that night. I’ve even had the Bigfoot’s scream at me a couple of times at some other places in that area after that. Once a Bigfoot yelled real loud at me from just across the road one night, and let me tell you, it scared the living daylights out of me!
I’ve never liked being snuck up on by anything. Both times there were other people with me that heard the Bigfoot’s scream to. I am still very couscous when I’m out in the woods tracking them now, because more than likely they already know I’m there. There’s only one rule I have now. I never go out looking for a Bigfoot alone. I always make sure I have other people with me.
On one occasion, I was out in the woods with a friend looking around for one of them, and my friend saw the Bigfoot and took off running after this creature. It was all I could do to keep up with him in those woods. What my friend didn’t realize was that the Bigfoot had already made it’s way back around behind us. On our way back out of there, I found signs of where it had been following us afterwards.
I actually believe that this Bigfoot was trying to get us separated from each other for some reason, and I’m afraid of what might have happened if it had succeeded with it’s plans of doing this. If anything, these experiences have all just made me even more determined than ever to get the proof I need for the existence of these Bigfoot people. I know for sure they’re out there, and it’s just a matter of time before our paths cross again.
Over the past few months I’ve been plotting all kinds of ways to get proof of the Big Guy’s existence. Mary has always told me “Sherry, you have to think like a Bigfoot, if you are ever going to outsmart one”. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I finally came up with a plan that has worked. Duc tape! I figured that if I could put a little duc tape all over the bags of food we put out for him, he is bound to get some of it stuck to his fur somewhere.
I finally talked my friend Sandy Nichols into going with me on some of our Bigfoot adventures, and I’m sure that he didn’t believe any of this stuff at first. Sandy helped out all he could, and went each week to help put out food, and to check and see if the Bigfoot’s had taken the bait yet.
This went on for at least three weeks with nothing happening. We were beginning to get a little bit disappointed that the Bigfoot’s hadn’t been back. Especially, since Mary had just put out some bags of food for them a few weeks before, and they had came in and got it. The waiting was the hardest part for us, and patience has never been easy for me anyway. This certainly was a learning experience.