THE hunt for a West Wales “wolfman” is back on – after walkers stumbled across what is thought to be his lair. The unknown vagrant – dubbed the Wolfman after years of living wild in Carmarthenshire woods – was linked to a spate of food and clothing thefts from a village last year.
So far police have caught nothing more than glimpses of the straggly figure, as he evaded capture in the woods around Pantyffynon tips near Ammanford. But officers from the Dyfed-Powys force this week confirmed they are looking into possible fresh sightings after walkers reported stumbling across a woodland shack stuffed with food, clothes and electrical equipment.
NORTHERN IRELAND — A man says he has spotted an unknown creature walking on two legs in a Northern Ireland mountain range.
The man, an avid hiker in his 50’s who chose to remain anonymous, said he was exploring an isolated area of the Sperrin Mountains in December 2015 when he came upon the unidentified creature.
“I had walked to three hill tops surrounded by dense forest and was heading back up a hill towards a tree line to my car,” he told Debbie Crossley Hatswell, who has been investigating the Bigfoot phenomenon in the United Kingdom for a few years.
This is Isabella from the far north, somewhere in Scotland where, if you recall, it appears a family of Bigfoot have become habituated to a locality near my home. For more than a year I’ve observed what I can of their presence, after the alpha male of this clan appeared on the hill above my cottage, making himself known for reasons I’m still trying to figure out.
As you know, it’s become clear that his clan communicate — generally undetected — through bird calls. And what I thought an unusual presence of a huge band of owls in the woods next to my home is actually bigfoot conversing on their travels between the mountains beyond and the river below. And he watches me as well, having made a hidey-hole in the rhododendron shrubbery over the lane, where he can see me at the dining table as I write. It even seems that this bigfoot throws primitive woven stick-toys into the garden for my dog.
There is an Account on the British Bigfoot Map https://drive.google.com/open?id=1s1zOmmdM216PMftPUM9K1qqGrFg&usp=sharing that happened to one of the British Bigfoot Group members and fellow Researcher Shaine Winfrow when he had a very scary experience he still carries with him today:
“When I was 14 years old, I was out in the woods close to home a place we went to all the time, doing the usual boy’s games, and on that day I had gone with my brother and a friend and we were messing about as usual for a while and then we decided we would make a rope swing.
14/12/17: Today I was contacted by a lady researcher in Wales: I was at my home property in Wales tonight about 5 pm when I heard 3 loud unusual calls in the Carmarthen /Brecon Welsh boarder Towns. I was just at home, and there are woodlands at the back of the house, and the calls seemed to be coming from that direction, The house we live in backs onto the woodlands then there are mountains behind that, so there are no buildings or anything in that direction I can think of that the calls could of been. I jumped up but by the time I had made it outside the dogs everywhere in the town were going crazy and drowned out the noise. After a minute everything went quiet so I went back inside. Then about 20 mins later there was one long loud sound again (that I heard) and there may of been more as the dogs went crazy again.
I was in contact today with a lovely lady who I shall refer to as Isabella, before I continue I would like to keep Isabella’s identity and area a secret, as the account unfolds you will no doubt understand why.
The witness herself was happy to be named, but we both decided in the interest of our Forest Friends Anonymity was probably the best route to take. I can’t thank Isabella enough for allowing me to share this moving and inspiring account with you all.
According to an article in the Daily Star Newspaper
Chilling accounts of the UK’s own Bigfoot are fairly common, and many claim to have spotted a glimpse of an ape-like creature roaming the countryside. It comes just months after a photographer told Daily Star Online that he may have captured the first ever footage of a Bigfoot roaming the British countryside.
One such bizarre sighting has been reported by monster hunter Jonathan Downes, who says he had a very “peculiar” encounter which he “still can’t explain” today. While investigating a string of sightings at Bolam lake near Newcastle in Northumberland he claims to have seen an man-like person leaping through a bog.
This account was kindly passed to me by Chris J. Huff writer and researcher of all thing strange who came across the story when researching accounts for his work into the paranormal accounts across the UK.
Witness Statement: I almost fell out of my chair when I read your intriguing story and the account of the “hard stand” monster at RAF Alconbury. Just tonight, my father shared with me his stories about this base and it prompted me to do the internet search that brought me to your message. I think you’ll find my father’s experiences at this air force base in the early 1970s very interesting.
He was the NCOIC of a group of 3 men and their dogs, charged with guarding bunkers within a large, fenced area. I believe that nuclear warheads were stored beneath many of these bunkers. One foggy night my father got a radio call that there was an intruder within the perimeter and shots were fired.
A couple of interesting reports from the Cleadon Area in the North East. Situated between countryside and shore, with an abundance of resources and cover, Cleadon would seem an ideal place for an encounter – but to have two separate witnesses report similar accounts at the same time to separate sources, speaks to the fact that something 7ft tall and hairy, that looks like a man, is walking the country roads of Cleadon. Locally it is known as the “Geet”, which is another of the names used to describe upright, hairy bi-pedal figures. The Cleadon Geet 2002/3
What happened took place when I was aged 16. I’m from Whitburn and had been to see my girlfriend who lived in East Boldon. It’s a bit of a walk so I used to catch the last bus which was at around 11pm, and I often used to miss it, meaning I’d have to walk home, which took around an hour. My well used and normal route was to walk along Cleadon Lane, a dark country road heading into Whitburn. It was a bit over grown with no lighting so you couldn’t see clearly – it was an eerie place to walk.