The Ape like Beast of Brassknocker Hill Bath 1979

It was mid July 1979 that Ron and Betty Harper discovered that something powerful and unknown had torn the bark off their old oak tree; also the local animal population – including squirrels and birds – seemed to have vanished and sightings began to surface of something prowling the area day and night. Their goat was badly frightened by something on a number of occasions.

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Niners Quarry Part 2

See earlier Post: Days had gone past since our first encounter. We discussed at great length what it could have been. Normally you would have a rational explanation but we just couldn’t explain it. Now come on, just how do you climb up a sheer vertical rock face of 30 ft in 3 seconds or less in the dark? We decided to go back in the dark. Not late this time, and we had something for protection.

My gran, who is sadly no longer with us, used to live on Broomhill estate, Knottingley. About half a mile north of Niners. So it was a good place to meet, Lee and myself got ready at her house. We were going prepared this time.
I had a BSA meteor air rifle on which I had ‘under slung’ a powerful 3d cell torch. Not exactly a 12 gauge but it felt good to have it as we climbed over my grans back garden wall and headed for Niners once again. The night was still and quiet as we walked across the fields.

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Mike’s Werewolf Journal, prt 9, Wandering Wolves Jan 2018

Werewolf Log December 2017

Date 17.12.17

Area- Nuney Green, Zone 1

Weather- Light rain, overcast but with good visibility

Temp- 3c

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Search time, 11.25 to 12.35 hours. Nothing much to report back on today, very much a no show, no sign of anything out or moving around, I think it is still worth making a note of today as in future years I may see a seasonal or monthly pattern emerge, but the M.I.B with the Mercedes Estate was back again. No contact between him or I but his absence was noted and once again just an empty car. 

I will continue to visit and note any changes and in the hopes of finding out who this chap is.  Any advise on possible ways of doing this would be very welcome, Deborah has my email and can send it over if you would prefer to speak in private.  

Not the actual car!!

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Cairnpapple Scotland Footprints, Bluff Charges? and a Figure Sighted 2003 2006 2009

This report was posted on the BRUK site by Crypto Chris.

Early in the winter of 2003 I had recently passed my driving test and was going for a run in my car with my friend ? and his girlfriend. I am from the Falkirk area so we came up through Torphichen and were not really heading in any particular direction.  I was just happy to be driving and the view from the car was perfect.  I saw a sign for Cairnpapple and recognised it so i started heading up that way and I passed the lay by at Cairnpapple.

 

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Christian and Patch Prt4 Until it happens to you!

(read parts 1-3 in earlier article) All the while Patch is cowering in the back, not making any noise but shaking in fear, we were all spooked but i had to find out what was going on, we had been trying work all this out for months now, the figure in the road, the invisible running footsteps, weird human shaped dark figures, and the dog’s continuous fear. I was determined to go back and look. I turned around once more and parked at the beginning of the prints. Everyone got out with me. Jon was looking at the prints and Rob was keeping watch, scanning everywhere just in case this “creature” came back. I’m reluctant to give a description on the shape and size of print as its been a long time and i cannot remember with full detail. Mobile phones with cameras were available at this time but i didn’t have one neither did Jon or Rob.

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Christian and Patch Prt 3 The Following Footprints

(see earlier post for parts 1 and 2)  The encounters at Paull seemed to be intensifying as if this thing was ‘testing’ us. Seeing how far it could go. This particular night we had lots of snow in Hull and the Paull area. By the time we got to our spot down Newlands lane the snow was a couple inches deep at least but it had stopped. My memory is hazy but i believe it was either late 02 or very early 03.  Our routine and sightings of ‘it’ had taken over the pool games. Now we didn’t go out for pool as such but more to experience this…whatever it was. Driving down the lane turning round and then pulling over in the passing place on the left had become routine although the snow bound road and countryside gave a different dimension to things.  The most obvious being everything was much ‘brighter’  It was cold and very quiet as I let Patch back in the boot.  We sat in the car, windows half down having our smokes talking in low voices. Watching the bend in the road ahead carefully, ears pricked for any noise..nothing??  There was no unusual activity.

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Irish Bigfoot Spotted in Sperrin Mountain Range Dec 2016

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.

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Isabella’s Journal Part 2 Introduction. Who broke the Deer fence. And shots in the night

Hello  Deborah,

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.

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Long Calls From the Mountain? Black Mountains Wales

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.

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Isabella’s Journal Part 1 The Gentle Giant on the Hill. Somewhere in Scotland

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.

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