Bigfoot Lives In My Backyard

Another repurposed article that I feel needs to be shared. Sometimes I think Bigfoot lives in my backyard. Well, maybe in the woods that’s behind my backyard. That might sound like the strangest thing you’ve ever heard, but if it’s not Bigfoot it’s something incredibly big, ugly, and dangerous that’s back there. It’s one of the reasons I hate the backyard.

When we were looking at houses back in 2000, we saw a lot of houses that didn’t quite work out for us. Some had one beautiful room and that would be it; others would have one floor that was immaculate but another floor that looked like squatters had taken over. We did see a couple houses that were pretty nice, but we just couldn’t pull the trigger.

Then one evening, after almost signing papers for a house that we really didn’t want, I decided to go online to see if I could find something I liked. In less than 15 minutes I actually did see something I liked. One of the strangest things is that it happened to be on a street that I knew very well from my childhood; okay, from my teens, which wasn’t quite my childhood. The next day we called the realtor and asked if she could set something up so that we could go and take a look at this house.

When we saw the house in person, we thought it was pretty neat. It’s a ranch style house, something I’d never thought about ever living in, but it had this look that we liked. It had been on the market for a long time, the price had been reduced, and being kind of green when it came to houses, thought that we were getting a steal.

Truth be told, if I had listened to my Spidey senses the day before we signed the papers we might not have ever bought this house. Sure, every house has issues, and I can say this house has certainly has a bunch of them. One of the strangest issues this house has had has come from the critters.

Critters you say? You’re probably wondering what I’m talking about. The day before we bought this house my parents came to town so they could see the house we were buying. Mom came out with a phrase I’d never heard before, but it was pure her: “Not bad for a used house”. lol

Dad and I took a walk around the house, and for the first time I saw the mosquitoes. There were a lot of them and they were large, to the extent that Dad commented on our “Jurassic Park” mosquitoes. He wasn’t kidding, and they were all over the place. I started to wonder what we might be in for by buying this house, but we went through with it anyway.

Big Foot Crossing
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It took us two months to move into the house because we still had two months remaining on the lease for our apartment. It gave us time to move things over a little bit at a time and to take our time in painting the place.

During those two months I learned that I didn’t want to be outside at night when it was warm. I say that because I saw some of the largest and strangest bugs I’d ever seen in probably more than 20 years of my life, and I saw those things briefly at the State Fair. I say briefly because I don’t like bugs; actually, I have a great fear of bugs of any size, so seeing large ones didn’t enchant me all that much.

Still, the house was coming along fine and we were pleased as punch (whatever that phrase actually means) to finally move in. I was overjoyed because I never thought I would own a home. We moved in on a Saturday, and got acclimated to the house pretty quickly.

The first Friday evening in the house my ex happened to be working a second job, so she wasn’t coming home until really late. I was sitting at the desk of what became my office when I heard a noise in the backyard, as it happens to face the woods out back. I neglected to mention that there’s woods behind the house. I would call it a forest but that’s a bit hyperbolic. In the middle of the woods is a swamp and a stream of some kind; we’ll come back to that.

The noise. I swear to this day that it was some kind of loud, dangerously threatening growl. I don’t know what kind of growl, but I know it wasn’t a dog. I also know it was kind of loud, and it sounded like it was close to the house, and I didn’t like that one bit.

I probably didn’t do what any other man would’ve done, based on the few scary movies I’ve seen, because my sense of self-preservation kicked in. I got up from my desk without looking out my window, walked across the way into the master bedroom, closed the door, and sat down on the bed. I took a quick look at my window in the bedroom to make sure the curtain was closed, which it was, and I just sat on the bed for a bit. I didn’t turn the TV on because I wanted to make sure I could hear the glass breaking if Bigfoot happened to come through the window.

I sat there for about an hour, and of course Bigfoot didn’t come through the window, but that doesn’t mean that Bigfoot might not be out there somewhere. I do know this; we have all sorts of other critters out there that have been quite interesting and at times scary, things I had never seen when I lived in this area many years ago. Trust me, when I was a teenager if I had seen even one of the things that I see now on a regular basis, or at least know is out there because I have seen it at one time or another, there is no way I would’ve ever bought a house in this neighborhood.

Mysterious and Strange Footprint: Bigfoot?

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What have I seen? The two things I’ve seen most often are the deer and the rabbits. I can handle the rabbits and most of the time I can handle the deer, but I hate the deer when they decide to run across the street while I’m in the car, and that’s happened a few times including right in front of the house.

I see the hawks that like to circle the sky. I saw my first chipmunk only a few years ago, and now we see those things all the time, as one of their favorite hiding spaces seems to be a little space underneath the siding in the front of the house. I also learned that they make a lot of noise, and at least one of them likes doing it on the step outside the front door.

I’ve seen squirrels, snakes, frogs, foxes, coyotes (or coy dogs; I can’t tell the difference but I hear we have both and they both have big paws), turkeys, turkey vultures (some of the biggest and ugliest things you’ve ever seen), skunks, opossum, those big fat fuzzy things that run very fast that might be groundhogs, the largest crows I’ve ever seen, moles, mice, and of all things something called a star faced mole, which ended up in our basement. The town representative we called to come verify it didn’t believe us until he got to the house and looked at it, then said not only are they very rare but that it’s extremely rare that they end up in a house because they can’t see, which was why he didn’t believe my ex when she told him she thought that’s what it was (the internet can be a wonderful thing, but when I saw a picture of this thing I wasn’t very pleased).

So I haven’t seen Bigfoot, and I haven’t seen a bear, which supposedly was running around this area a couple of summers ago, though slightly north of here. Based on some research, I don’t think there’s a bear in the swamp for two reasons: one, because bears don’t like swamps; two, because that sound I heard all those years ago didn’t sound like the kind of noise that bears in this area would make, or so I say. I know the noise didn’t come from a coyote or coy dog because they sound like women screaming, and I know it wasn’t the fox because the foxes sound like little dogs.

I also have never seen the bats that I know have to be out there, but they don’t roar (I’ve seen bats flying around Wegmans at night, which is bad enough). I no longer see those giant mosquitoes (probably because we cleaned up the area, cut down a bunch of trees that were too close to the house, and hired people to maintain the yard), but I’ve seen some very weird and ugly creepy crawlies that just make my skin crawl. And what’s the deal with all the ladybugs?

My ex said she saw a quail, and there might be some storks or cranes or whatever those things with the really long legs are from time to time, which I’ve seen at the lake. I’ve also seen an eagle once; I found that fascinating. Strange, but for all the seagulls in the area, we’ve never seen one in the neighborhood, but sometimes there’s lots of them in the Wegmans parking lot. None of these things growl, so I know the noise I heard that one time wasn’t one of them anyway.

The reason I keep thinking it’s Bigfoot is because I remember a movie from 1973 called the Legend of Boggy Creek that scared me so much I was afraid to walk home, and I would swear the noise I heard sounded just like the noise that Bigfoot made in the movie. I remember that night because I swore I heard Bigfoot following me, even though I lived on an air force base, and I ended up running home, which was the first of two times I ran home (I also ran home when I left the movie Night of the Lepus early; I can handle aliens but these things? BTW, I’d never seen a real rabbit at that point; didn’t see my first one until I was 16 years old).

I’ve told a few people about Bigfoot being in the woods out back, and all they do is laugh. I know one thing; I’m not going out there to track him. But I did eventually end up in the woods one night as the sun had gone down and it was kind of cool outside. Bigfoot doesn’t like the cold, so I’m told, and though we get lots of snow, we don’t get enough for a yeti to be out there. And I recorded it; check out the video below:

BTW, when I hear things I can’t identify these days, I go into the master bedroom, get in bed, pull the covers over my head and try to take a nap. It worked on the tornadoes in both Dickinson, ND and Memphis, TN, and it seems to work on Bigfoot and company. 🙂

8 thoughts on “Bigfoot Lives In My Backyard”

  1. This is a grand story very well told. My compliments to you Mitch. When we bought the home that I now live in, we went through some of the problems that you mention, but change deer to snakes and mosquitoes to huge frogs. The locality was originally farm land converted to residential plots and every monsoon we had all kinds of creatures crawling into our garden and sometimes into the homes as well. Civilisation eventually caught up and they have all disappeared. I particularly miss the sparrows that used to come every morning and chirp away till my late wife would give them their morning quota of bird seed. We occasionally see eagles but there is no food available for them and so, it is very rare to see them.

    1. Ramana, the only reason that hasn’t happened out back is that Wegmans owns the stream and a lot of the land out back and they’re leaving their portion natural, and I already don’t really like that backyard so I’m figuring I don’t need more of it. As a matter of fact the guy who cuts our grass decided that a large section of it should be allowed to overgrow so that my backyard has a true shape, and I wish I’d thought of that years ago instead of cutting it all the way to the property line because it’s big & might have saved me 15 minutes… which was still an hour too long for me to be outside. lol

    1. What’s funny is that you were the only person who commented before who still has an online account… and you were the first person to comment then, and you’re the first to comment now! lol

  2. Did you ever see the Bigfoot series with that Survivorman guy Les Stroud? If you haven’t I suggest you watch it or at least take a look at a Youtube clip of it. Creepy stuff, gives me goosebumps thinking about it.

    1. Good heavens, no! lol I can only imagine the nightmares I’d have watching something like that. I haven’t seen a horror movie since Poltergeist (have you seen that one?), though I did watch the Freddy vs Jason movie because I expected it would be campy… and it was. I’ll own up to not being brave enough to handle scary movies whatsoever. 😀

  3. At this point, I think you’re ready to invite Bigfoot in for tea. 🙂 I mean, he hasn’t eaten you, yet. Maybe he just needs some company, some tea and biscuits, and a good shave. (Probably a pedicure, too, judging by that photo.)

    1. My last name isn’t Henderson! lol Tea and biscuits? We talking Pillsbury or those British cookies? He might be just a bit too big for the doors, and I’m certainly not giving him a shave. Also, if I feed him once, I’ll be expect to do it every time he comes by. 😀

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