Here's what you could win:
* A brand-new Walkman-type cassette player
* Batteries to operate the darn thing
* Headphones
* Four mixtapes compiled
from records in the Bigfoot vaults
* Original Bigfoot artwork mini-
coloring book with each tape
* Set of colored pens to
make them pretty
* Some other cool stuff
we need to get rid of
How to win:
* Like the BFD Facebook page if you haven't already so you can get updates and we can feel important
* Tell us briefly about either
A.) Your bigfoot or alien encounter
B.) The time you were the highest
you've ever been
-OR-
C.) Your greatest garage sale/ thrift store/ dumpster diving find
Bonus points if your story covers all three options!
LEAVE YOUR STORIES in the comment section of the blog.
Be warned, we might share your stories, but we can do so anonymously if you've got one of those grown up jobs or reputations you need to protect. We'll either pick from our favorite stories or just pick a few names at random - we really don't know what we're doing here...
We'll wrap this up on Dec. 19 so we can get prizes out before celebrations commence for Yule, Xmas, Winter Solstice, Kwanza, an extra day off work or whatever you celebrate (sorry for missing Hanukkah).
Oh, the tapes are 90 minutes each. One each of classic metal, old-school punk, rock 'n' roll you prolly won't hear on the radio, and one full of weird "music" you'll appreciate only if you're tripping balls.
What are you waiting for?
Also - - Thanks to Tyler Walpole and Petra Lange for creating Bigfoot drawings that are actually good and letting us add them to the mix.
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Back in '90, I ate eight hits of acid that came straight from Berkeley, supposedly made by a real, old school Dead Head who was friends with Wavy Gravy. I lived in Minneapolis at the time so myself and my roomate decided Minnehaha Falls would be a great place to trip. It was late night/ early morning so there were very few fellow humans around. We started by sneaking past the no trespassing signs and went behind the waterfall to hear the intense roar of the falls hitting the rocks at the bottom. It was a hot and humid August night so I figured a shower would feel good. I then removed my clothing and valuables and stepped directly under the falls and took the most refreshing shower in my life. It was better than any massage shower head I had tried. After the shower, we went exploring a one mile trail that ran along the creek from the falls to the Mississippi river. We encountered raccoons, fox, deer, etc. With the visual and sonic enhancement, it was a fun hike....until on or way back we saw a shadow in the moonlight....was it bigfoot? It was tall, walked with an apelike strut...what else could it be? After getting over our fear, we crept closer very slowly. When we finally got close enough, I let out a loud, uncontrollable laugh and scared the shit out of some poor Pagan woman engaging in some type of nature ritual. My roommate, myself, and the Pagan Earth Mother then shared a joint and stories about late nights on the creek. Did I mention I had a Walkman with me on that trip?
I was driving for Uber a couple years ago and was taking a guy south on Hwy 5 toward Carlisle. It was a dark section of the road and we both noticed at the same time that the stars in front of us seemed to be moving together in one directions, real slowly. We slowed down and we're looking a]out the window at it wondering what in the fuck was happening. Next thing we knew we were just parked on the side of the road, car turned off, phones off. We were both just looking straight ahead out the windshield. Felt like there was no time at all between us noticing the stars moving and being parked on the side and neither of us remembered pulling over or shutting off our phones. Best we could tell about 10 to 20 minutes had passed. We didn't talk about it the rest of the ride, but it was the weirdest thing ever. Had to be aliens.
The Farm Aid Aliens of kindness:
In 1993 Farm Aid came to Ames, IA. I bought tickets because of all the great music-talent that would be at the one concert (but of course everyone only plays like 2 songs, so that kinda sucks). I was still an amateur at all-day, outdoor festival concerts, so didn't really prepare ahead of time.
It was a very windy morning and walking to the stadium, the wind was blasting me right in the face and drying out my contact lens and getting dust in my eyes (I also forgot to grab my sunglasses). I was quickly very uncomfortable. Walking along I tell my friend "Man, I wish I would have brought some eye drops." I continue walking along for the next block with my head down to save my eyes as much as possible...and I see a small white box. It ended up being a brand-new, sealed, box of eye drops. Eyes refreshed, we start talking about food/drink and I realize that I literally only brought like $5 cash (poor high school kid)...so I might be able to buy a soda that would have to last me the next 14 hours for food and drink. But we take about 15 steps more and Bam! there is a folded 20 dollar bill on the ground. It was odd at the time, but I didn't think too much about it at the time due to excitement for the show, but I was a little weirded out about it later.
Ended up being a fun show and my eyes stayed moistened and I was able to eat a couple hot dogs and drink soda throughout the day. Only later did I think that I should have pulled a Jay and Silent Bob and said "Beautiful, Naked Big Tittied Women Just Don't Fall Outta The Sky Ya Know." Definitely a missed oportunity for alien wish-fullfillment.
An Early morning Bigfoot?
Growing up in a small Iowa town meant we were taught to hunt as a coming of age activity. We hunted whatever we wanted and always ate these gracious animals with friends and family. From squirrels to rabbits to deer, the hunting was plentiful.
When hunting deer, you typically begin the day by sitting in the woods around 5AM before sunrise – sunrise is when it is legal to actually shoot a deer. This early in the morning gives you a chance to enter the woods, sit down and let the wildlife calm down after your noisy trek in. It’s still dark as night at 5AM and visibility is poor unless the moon is bright enough to help illuminate your way.
Typically our hunting group would enter our hunting grounds to sit and wait for a deer to pass by close enough for a shot. After a few hours we would all meet in a designated area of the timber. It’s usually about a 3-hour morning sit that gives you plenty of time to ponder the meaning of life.
While siting alone in the cold you will hear the forest animals come alive. Squirrels are the first awake scampering about in a frantic manner followed by clumsy turkeys flapping around breaking tree branches as they descend to the ground. The sounds of animals foraging for their breakfast can be quite loud at times. Twigs and branches pop and snap and falling snow makes the entire area tinkle as the flakes hit the ground.
All in all, you can hear everything and anything moving about in the dark. It’s amazing. Off in the distance a squirrel darts quickly with it’s distinct pattern of footsteps. The slight clucks from a roost of turkeys cut the silence. Deer moving about as each of their four nervous hooves pierce the snow cover, then down into the covered fallen leaves. Crunch. Crunch… Crunch, crunch.
I have had many instances where wildlife didn’t know I was in the timber with them. I have seen just shadows and faint outlines of deer that make my heart jump with anticipation. Is that a deer? Nope, it’s a damn tree branch.
I have heard snorting in the murky darkness behind me and had no idea what type of animal it came from. Nonetheless I have never been afraid of what was in the dark morning forest.
That is, until speaking to my cousin after our day together deer hunting a few years back in Iowa.
My older cousin is a 20-year Navy veteran and someone I can always trust and count on. A straight shooter kind of guy whom doesn’t mince words. He says what he means, and means what he says. No bullshit.
After our hunting group’s morning sit that year, we all gathered together to chat. We whispered to each other in the timber – as to not stir up the deer – and we each would tell our stores about the deer we did or didn’t see that morning while we sat. We identify which way the wind is blowing, what the weather will be like the rest of the day, and how we would all decide to continue hunting. But on this particular gathering, my cousin was oddly silent.
When asked what he had observed in regards to early morning deer, his only answer was that, “I saw something.” He was very distant and his eyes seemed to dart around, scanning the timber for deer. We all took it as he didn’t see any deer and didn’t want to hear any shit from the others.
When we sit in the morning waiting for a deer to pass by, we are spread out from each other so we don’t shoot in another hunter’s direction. We hide behind trees when we know the direction of another hunter, just to be safe.
After our day ends we collect our bounty or go home skunked. Either way, we gather at my cousin’s house to discuss the day’s hunt and plan the next day. It was at this time when I asked my cousin again what kind of deer numbers he had seen that day.
- Continued…
This is what he told us.
As he entered the timber in the morning and found his spot to sit down, he could hear the typical nervous rustling of animals around him in the early morning night. About 20 minutes after he settled in, he noted that the timber was dead silent and then through the silence, he began to hear movement from a long distance away.
Something moved slowly, he said, which was very typical of skittish deer during deer season. It stopped frequently, just as nervous deer do. But he said these footsteps sounded different. Heaver and more like just one step at a time. Which is different than a deer stepping across the forest floor. Deer can hold themselves on 2-3 feet very easily as they sniff the air seeking the scent of a nearby predator that may be lurking anywhere.
He listened intensely as this animal seemed to circle him in the darkness. It would come close and then go back into the distance again. Its footsteps would go silent only to be heard louder and faster running in a different direction. It would come close and then leave. It would come from another direction and then stop, and leave again.
As daylight barley began to tip over the edge of the earth, he could see faint shadows and outlines of the forest emerging. Just a hint of the faint outline of a distant tree, a shrub or bush. The moon wasn’t in the sky that morning; no snow on the ground and it was slightly foggy as the forest air began to warm.
Waiting for the morning light to arrive, he heard more heavy footsteps begin to come towards him again. The footsteps kept coming straight at him this time, slowly and steadily. The crunch of each step came a little closer and closer but still out of sight.
As he strained his eyes to see what was coming – his hand on his shotgun’s trigger – he could see a large fuzzy blob of something far in the distance. It stood still. It wasn’t another hunter; it was much too early to be moving around. It was not a deer, nor a wayward bear. It looked tall and stood upright on two legs though. It had stopped just out of clear eyesight, cloaked in the obscurity of dusky fog. Whatever it was, knew my cousin was there and seemed to want my cousin to know, it was also there in the woods.
After a two- to three-minute standoff, whatever it was turned and walked away into the thickness of the timber. The footsteps became quieter and quieter as it sundered away.
I was in the same timber that morning not far from my cousin. I didn’t hear anything unusual that morning other than the typical wildlife sounds. I might have only been 200 yards from my cousin at most.
As he told his story to all of us, I had to ask, “Did you see Bigfoot?” He said he didn’t know what he saw but it wasn’t a deer or bear. He said, “I know what I saw. It ain’t no deer out there. It looked like a huge person. That’s all I can say.”
This was in Iowa, folks. Iowa! Flat. Fucking. Iowa.
To this day my cousin still will not succumb to the notion that he saw Bigfoot but he will admit what he saw was huge, and scared the shit out of him. He’s reluctant to talk about it in and around town. I truly believe Bigfoot was in the timber that day with us. I often wonder how many other times the big guy was near us over the years as we hunted.
I may have missed my chance by less than 200 yards to see Bigfoot that morning but I am glad to know, there is now one more person that believes in the possibility of Bigfoot’s existence. I know I do.
A ten strip a bag of shrooms old school Bob fest an endura log and an intense roller coaster ride! Maybe briar patch after 5 hits a couple tornados some brownies and an accousti jam in the a frame! ~ Dallas
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