Lonny
02-12-2010, 06:24 AM
This story starts back in the late 1800's. It's a story about three families, one human, a family of ELS's (extremely large Sasquatch), and a smaller monkey family we will call SMF's. This was told to me by my grandfather before anyone knew what a Bigfoot was, they called them wild men back in his day.
My family has lived in the same general area for the past 300 years. The farm where my great grandfather grew up is still there, but all that is left of the house is the stone steps that my great great grandfather built leading up to the wrap around front porch. The site is no longer cultivated and the trees have taken over, all that remains is a drive way and a few family graves left over from the civil war days. Back in 1888 the land was cleared and surrounded by ridges on either side, the main road cut through these two ridges and is now a section of the Natchez Trace Parkway.
My grandfather, Sam, was 9 years old when he met the neighbors. Sam was playing in the woods up on one of the ridges. There was a stream that trickled over some rocks and into a depression to form a natural small swimming pool before it spilled over the lip of the rocks and continued down the hill. He was swimming that day when another child came out of the woods to squat at the side of the pool. He just sat there and stared at Sam for a good while. Sam was trying not to stare back because there was obviously something wrong with this kid, he was covered in a fine coat of hair over most of his body and he was naked. Sam thought someone's mongoloid child had gotten out of the house and wandered off into the woods because, back in those days, you locked your mentally ill or retarded relatives in the house and they did not come outside. Sam decided to get out of the pool, he sat a few feet away from the other kid and let the sun dry his underwear before putting his clothes back on. The kid was staring at his pail he had pulled out from underneath his clothes. As Sam pulled out a couple of apples, he rolled one over to the other kid. They sat and stared at each other as they shared the rest of the lunch. Finally Sam asked, "Can you talk?" The other child cocked his head and mimicked the questioning tone as he spoke gibberish in answer. Sam then asked, "Are you lost?" Once again the kid repeated gibberish in the same tone. Sam gave up just assuming the kid was too mentally deficient to speak. The other child watched as Sam got dressed and just as he finished pulling his shirt over his head the kid's mother walked up to fetch her child. Sam had never seen any woman that looked like this and as the fear set in it dawned on him that this was not a defective human child but a "something else" child. Sam spun around sprinting through the brush to get back to the farm. Once he got there and told my great great grandparents what he had seen they just kind of brushed it off by telling Sam there was a family of large wild people that lived in the woods. No one knew how they got there but they had always been there, if you left them alone, they would leave you alone. The next morning Sam's pail that he had left at the pool was found sitting at the edge of a field within sight of the back door.
The next encounter happened in the fall when all the leaves had just about fallen off the trees. There was a giant oak tree behind the barn with a rope swing and Sam was enjoying himself swinging as high as he could and launching himself out of the swing into a hay stack. The same kid came up and watched Sam as he was playing. Sam saw him and mimed to him to take a turn. The kid stood on the board attached to the rope swing and pumped his legs to get the swing as high as he could, then did a swan dive into the hay stack. Both kids were laughing and having a great time taking turns until Big Momma came to take her kid home. Big Momma patted Sam on the head and smiled at him as she led her baby away into the woods. Sam realized that the kid must only be about 4-5 years old, judging by the size of Big Momma, even though he was as big as Sam. Sam decided to to call the kid Boo because he was kind of a scary little fellow.
These occasional encounters went on for several years and Boo and Sam figured out some common signs and syllables to say to each other so they could some what communicate. Boo seemed to always be hungry so Sam got in the habit of carrying something with him when he went in the woods just in case he ran into either Big Momma or Boo. They were not picky eaters and seemed to like everything, but especially the muscadines that my great great grandfather cultivated for his homemade wine.
Then the chickens started disappearing.
Sam was in the woods when he came across some tracks along one of the stream beds. They were too little to be Big Momma and Boo's and the print only had four toes. By this time Sam was in his early twenties and 6'3", Boo was two feet taller than he was and Big Momma's hair was silvery now instead of brown. The small family of ELS's usually sheltered in one of the overhangs off of the eastern ridge during the day so Sam headed there to see what was going on with the new tracks. Knowing they might be asleep, he whistled his signature whistle to let them know he was approaching. He heard Boo whistle back as he made his way up the rocky trail. Sam could tell Boo was upset by something and figured it was the new family. Boo and Big Momma made it known that Sam wasn't safe in the woods with the newcomers roaming around. They shadowed Sam through the woods as he made his way back to the farm by flanking him on either side.
A week later Sam and his elderly parents, his wife, and his young son ( my father) were awakened out of a dead sleep by what sounded like a war going on about a half of mile in to the woods. Screams and growls were echoing off the ridges, knocking could be heard, and howls shook the farm house for several hours until dawn. Just as the sun came over the eastern ridge Boo showed up at the edge of the farm with a couple of other male ELS's that Sam did not know. The two others hung back as Boo pantomimed that the SMF's were gone for good. Sam gave Boo a burlap sack of apples for his trouble and Boo smiled at him as he turned to go back in the woods with his companions. He wondered about Big Momma then, but Boo didn't indicate anything about her, Sam would never see her again. Sam assumed she was killed in the wild people war.
Ten years later Sam saw Boo again at the edge of the woods. This time Boo had a small ELS child with him. Boo smiled proudly as he pointed to his baby that clung to his shoulders, not yet able to travel fast. The woods were starting to build up by then, the Trace was being paved. Boo patted Sam on the shoulder and somehow Sam knew he would not see his old friend again. It was indeed the last time. Boo and his family must have moved on, but every now and then Sam would sit out on the back porch late at night half way expecting to hear that familiar whistle of his old friend that never came.
My family has lived in the same general area for the past 300 years. The farm where my great grandfather grew up is still there, but all that is left of the house is the stone steps that my great great grandfather built leading up to the wrap around front porch. The site is no longer cultivated and the trees have taken over, all that remains is a drive way and a few family graves left over from the civil war days. Back in 1888 the land was cleared and surrounded by ridges on either side, the main road cut through these two ridges and is now a section of the Natchez Trace Parkway.
My grandfather, Sam, was 9 years old when he met the neighbors. Sam was playing in the woods up on one of the ridges. There was a stream that trickled over some rocks and into a depression to form a natural small swimming pool before it spilled over the lip of the rocks and continued down the hill. He was swimming that day when another child came out of the woods to squat at the side of the pool. He just sat there and stared at Sam for a good while. Sam was trying not to stare back because there was obviously something wrong with this kid, he was covered in a fine coat of hair over most of his body and he was naked. Sam thought someone's mongoloid child had gotten out of the house and wandered off into the woods because, back in those days, you locked your mentally ill or retarded relatives in the house and they did not come outside. Sam decided to get out of the pool, he sat a few feet away from the other kid and let the sun dry his underwear before putting his clothes back on. The kid was staring at his pail he had pulled out from underneath his clothes. As Sam pulled out a couple of apples, he rolled one over to the other kid. They sat and stared at each other as they shared the rest of the lunch. Finally Sam asked, "Can you talk?" The other child cocked his head and mimicked the questioning tone as he spoke gibberish in answer. Sam then asked, "Are you lost?" Once again the kid repeated gibberish in the same tone. Sam gave up just assuming the kid was too mentally deficient to speak. The other child watched as Sam got dressed and just as he finished pulling his shirt over his head the kid's mother walked up to fetch her child. Sam had never seen any woman that looked like this and as the fear set in it dawned on him that this was not a defective human child but a "something else" child. Sam spun around sprinting through the brush to get back to the farm. Once he got there and told my great great grandparents what he had seen they just kind of brushed it off by telling Sam there was a family of large wild people that lived in the woods. No one knew how they got there but they had always been there, if you left them alone, they would leave you alone. The next morning Sam's pail that he had left at the pool was found sitting at the edge of a field within sight of the back door.
The next encounter happened in the fall when all the leaves had just about fallen off the trees. There was a giant oak tree behind the barn with a rope swing and Sam was enjoying himself swinging as high as he could and launching himself out of the swing into a hay stack. The same kid came up and watched Sam as he was playing. Sam saw him and mimed to him to take a turn. The kid stood on the board attached to the rope swing and pumped his legs to get the swing as high as he could, then did a swan dive into the hay stack. Both kids were laughing and having a great time taking turns until Big Momma came to take her kid home. Big Momma patted Sam on the head and smiled at him as she led her baby away into the woods. Sam realized that the kid must only be about 4-5 years old, judging by the size of Big Momma, even though he was as big as Sam. Sam decided to to call the kid Boo because he was kind of a scary little fellow.
These occasional encounters went on for several years and Boo and Sam figured out some common signs and syllables to say to each other so they could some what communicate. Boo seemed to always be hungry so Sam got in the habit of carrying something with him when he went in the woods just in case he ran into either Big Momma or Boo. They were not picky eaters and seemed to like everything, but especially the muscadines that my great great grandfather cultivated for his homemade wine.
Then the chickens started disappearing.
Sam was in the woods when he came across some tracks along one of the stream beds. They were too little to be Big Momma and Boo's and the print only had four toes. By this time Sam was in his early twenties and 6'3", Boo was two feet taller than he was and Big Momma's hair was silvery now instead of brown. The small family of ELS's usually sheltered in one of the overhangs off of the eastern ridge during the day so Sam headed there to see what was going on with the new tracks. Knowing they might be asleep, he whistled his signature whistle to let them know he was approaching. He heard Boo whistle back as he made his way up the rocky trail. Sam could tell Boo was upset by something and figured it was the new family. Boo and Big Momma made it known that Sam wasn't safe in the woods with the newcomers roaming around. They shadowed Sam through the woods as he made his way back to the farm by flanking him on either side.
A week later Sam and his elderly parents, his wife, and his young son ( my father) were awakened out of a dead sleep by what sounded like a war going on about a half of mile in to the woods. Screams and growls were echoing off the ridges, knocking could be heard, and howls shook the farm house for several hours until dawn. Just as the sun came over the eastern ridge Boo showed up at the edge of the farm with a couple of other male ELS's that Sam did not know. The two others hung back as Boo pantomimed that the SMF's were gone for good. Sam gave Boo a burlap sack of apples for his trouble and Boo smiled at him as he turned to go back in the woods with his companions. He wondered about Big Momma then, but Boo didn't indicate anything about her, Sam would never see her again. Sam assumed she was killed in the wild people war.
Ten years later Sam saw Boo again at the edge of the woods. This time Boo had a small ELS child with him. Boo smiled proudly as he pointed to his baby that clung to his shoulders, not yet able to travel fast. The woods were starting to build up by then, the Trace was being paved. Boo patted Sam on the shoulder and somehow Sam knew he would not see his old friend again. It was indeed the last time. Boo and his family must have moved on, but every now and then Sam would sit out on the back porch late at night half way expecting to hear that familiar whistle of his old friend that never came.