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THE LEGEND OF SACRED BABY MOUNTAIN By Dr. Tuklo Nashoba -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the Legends page of "ITS-BIG" & DR. TUKLO NASHOBA September 22 2001 at 8:11 AM David Holley, Founder of TBRI -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are many tales of strange happenings in the forests and woodlands of Oklahoma. Many of the folk have stories about haunted woods, strange beasts out in the woods, and "spooky" noises. There are legends, folktales and family histories where screams in the night have been handed down from family member to successive family member. Hamas Tubbee was an unusually large man, even for a Choctaw Indian. His father, Hanali Tubbee stood two inches over eight feet in height and weighed five hundred forty pounds. Hama and his six sons stood about a foot shorter than Pahlumi, or "father" Tubbee. They were large, exceedingly strong, fierce warriors. Hamas and his sons were the point riders for a troop of Choctaw cavalry known as the "Lighthorsemen". Many in the Choctaw Nation thought it humorous that such large men, riding draft horses, refered to themselves as "Lighthorsemen". Tubbees men experienced something which none would ever forget. This day's assignment was to flush out some bandits that had been preying upon the local farmers. A thirty man troop would be going into an area which later in the "state" of Oklahoma became the "McCurtain County Wilderness Area". These bandits had been not only taking large quantities of corn, squash, and beans, but had as well been taking very young children. This thievery had been taking place across the border in Arkansas as well as in Indian Territory. The captain of the troop of Choctaw cavalry was a man named Joshua LeFlore. Captain LeFlore was of mixed blood, part French, part Choctaw. The men deeply respected him. Joshua LeFlore was impeccably honest and wasbrave to a fault. The men had been traveling horseback non-stop since three o'clock in the morning. They began their assignment at the tribal capital in Tuskaloma and when they finally came to the Clover River, they let their horses eat and the men decided to rest and eat as well. Non-stop riding for eight hours, having to lead their horses across Little River, and the hot July sun were taking a toll on the men and their mounts. When some time had passed, Captain Josh gave the order and the men remounted and they began the last leg of their trip. At or around 4:30 in the afternoon, the troop came to the edge of the area which the bandits were supposed to be inhabiting. Captain Josh signaled with uplifted hand that the troop should come to a halt. Standing in his stirups, Captain Josh utilized a ship's eyepiece [telescope] and promptly turned to his men and gave the command for a full armed charge. The distance between the suspected bandits and the troopers was about five hundred yards. The Tubbee men and captain Josh were at the front of the charge and as the thirty men and he neared the thick, pine forest where the bandits were, two things took place at once... The stench of death assaulted both men and horses, and the horses became uncontrollable. Horses were rearing, pitching and throwing riders. Captain Josh and the seven Tubbee men were the only ones in the troop whose mounts were disciplined enough that they continued to obey their riders and continued to charge in the midst of the bandits. When the eight men met with the "bandits" they were totally unprepared for what greeted them. The clearing behind the inital tree cover was actually a large, earthen mound. Strewn about the mound were numerous corpses of human children in varying stages of decay. Most of the bandits had fled, but three really large, hairy ape-like creatures remained at the mound. Captain Josh drew his sabre and with pistol in hand, sabre in the other, charged the huge monsters. The nearest monster killed Captain LeFlore's horse with one blow of its massive hand. The monster never flinched as Captain LeFlore poured bullets from his Patterson's Colt revolver into the beasts chest. After emptying the revolver into the monster, Captain Joshua continued to press the attack with his sabre. Many times did the sabre meet with the brute's flesh and many times did blood spew from the gaping wounds on the beasts body. So quickly did this engagement take place that the Tubbee men had barely enough time to take aim at the three monsters before one of the beasts flanked the Captain and literally tore off Captain LeFlore's head. There was not time for any sort of delay due to shock. The Tubbee men opened fire upon the three man-beasts. Seven 50-caliber Sharp's buffalo rifles impacted the three simian appearing brutes at the same time. From years of routine and practice, all bullets smashed into the three monster's heads. six rounds were fired into the heads of the two monsters which were the culprits that killed their beloved Captain. Only the youngest Tubbee; Robert, had the presence of mind to put a bullet into the head of the third monster. A legend was born that day. Robert Tubbee, 18 years of age, all six feet eleven inches, three hundred seventy-three pounds of him, chased down a wounded man-beast and finished the beast off with only his hunting knife. By the time the other six Tubbee men caught up with Robert and the monster, Robert had already decapitated the beast. Holding the head aloft with both hands, Robert let out a primal scream which made even the Tubbee mounts panic. The "light-horsemen" gathered their mounts and surveyed what was before them. Absolute carnage littered about the clearing. The partially consumed bodies of nineteen children lay upon and about the mound. The stench of decaying bodies was bad enough, but the over-powering odor of the man-beasts' urine and feces was more than the strongest stomach could endure. After retching violently, the men of the troop buried the bodies of the children in nineteen small graves, buried their beloved Captain, and as a matter of respect, gave him a twenty-one gun salute. They built a large bon-fire, placed the murderous man-beasts upon it, and lit it. As they rode back into Tuskahoma each man struggled with emotions and thoughts he never before imagined.

THE LEGEND OF SACRED BABY MOUNTAIN By Dr. Tuklo Nashoba -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the Legends page of "ITS-BIG" & DR. TUKLO NASHOBA September 22 2001 at 8:11 AM David Holley, Founder of TBRI -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There are many tales of strange happenings in the forests and woodlands of Oklahoma. Many of the folk have stories about haunted woods, strange beasts out in the woods, and "spooky" noises. There are legends, folktales and family histories where screams in the night have been handed down from family member to successive family member. Hamas Tubbee was an unusually large man, even for a Choctaw Indian. His father, Hanali Tubbee stood two inches over eight feet in height and weighed five hundred forty pounds. Hama and his six sons stood about a foot shorter than Pahlumi, or "father" Tubbee. They were large, exceedingly strong, fierce warriors. Hamas and his sons were the point riders for a troop of Choctaw cavalry known as the "Lighthorsemen". Many in the Choctaw Nation thought it humorous that such large men, riding draft horses, refered to themselves as "Lighthorsemen". Tubbees men experienced something which none would ever forget. This day's assignment was to flush out some bandits that had been preying upon the local farmers. A thirty man troop would be going into an area which later in the "state" of Oklahoma became the "McCurtain County Wilderness Area". These bandits had been not only taking large quantities of corn, squash, and beans, but had as well been taking very young children. This thievery had been taking place across the border in Arkansas as well as in Indian Territory. The captain of the troop of Choctaw cavalry was a man named Joshua LeFlore. Captain LeFlore was of mixed blood, part French, part Choctaw. The men deeply respected him. Joshua LeFlore was impeccably honest and wasbrave to a fault. The men had been traveling horseback non-stop since three o'clock in the morning. They began their assignment at the tribal capital in Tuskaloma and when they finally came to the Clover River, they let their horses eat and the men decided to rest and eat as well. Non-stop riding for eight hours, having to lead their horses across Little River, and the hot July sun were taking a toll on the men and their mounts. When some time had passed, Captain Josh gave the order and the men remounted and they began the last leg of their trip. At or around 4:30 in the afternoon, the troop came to the edge of the area which the bandits were supposed to be inhabiting. Captain Josh signaled with uplifted hand that the troop should come to a halt. Standing in his stirups, Captain Josh utilized a ship's eyepiece [telescope] and promptly turned to his men and gave the command for a full armed charge. The distance between the suspected bandits and the troopers was about five hundred yards. The Tubbee men and captain Josh were at the front of the charge and as the thirty men and he neared the thick, pine forest where the bandits were, two things took place at once... The stench of death assaulted both men and horses, and the horses became uncontrollable. Horses were rearing, pitching and throwing riders. Captain Josh and the seven Tubbee men were the only ones in the troop whose mounts were disciplined enough that they continued to obey their riders and continued to charge in the midst of the bandits. When the eight men met with the "bandits" they were totally unprepared for what greeted them. The clearing behind the inital tree cover was actually a large, earthen mound. Strewn about the mound were numerous corpses of human children in varying stages of decay. Most of the bandits had fled, but three really large, hairy ape-like creatures remained at the mound. Captain Josh drew his sabre and with pistol in hand, sabre in the other, charged the huge monsters. The nearest monster killed Captain LeFlore's horse with one blow of its massive hand. The monster never flinched as Captain LeFlore poured bullets from his Patterson's Colt revolver into the beasts chest. After emptying the revolver into the monster, Captain Joshua continued to press the attack with his sabre. Many times did the sabre meet with the brute's flesh and many times did blood spew from the gaping wounds on the beasts body. So quickly did this engagement take place that the Tubbee men had barely enough time to take aim at the three monsters before one of the beasts flanked the Captain and literally tore off Captain LeFlore's head. There was not time for any sort of delay due to shock. The Tubbee men opened fire upon the three man-beasts. Seven 50-caliber Sharp's buffalo rifles impacted the three simian appearing brutes at the same time. From years of routine and practice, all bullets smashed into the three monster's heads. six rounds were fired into the heads of the two monsters which were the culprits that killed their beloved Captain. Only the youngest Tubbee; Robert, had the presence of mind to put a bullet into the head of the third monster. A legend was born that day. Robert Tubbee, 18 years of age, all six feet eleven inches, three hundred seventy-three pounds of him, chased down a wounded man-beast and finished the beast off with only his hunting knife. By the time the other six Tubbee men caught up with Robert and the monster, Robert had already decapitated the beast. Holding the head aloft with both hands, Robert let out a primal scream which made even the Tubbee mounts panic. The "light-horsemen" gathered their mounts and surveyed what was before them. Absolute carnage littered about the clearing. The partially consumed bodies of nineteen children lay upon and about the mound. The stench of decaying bodies was bad enough, but the over-powering odor of the man-beasts' urine and feces was more than the strongest stomach could endure. After retching violently, the men of the troop buried the bodies of the children in nineteen small graves, buried their beloved Captain, and as a matter of respect, gave him a twenty-one gun salute. They built a large bon-fire, placed the murderous man-beasts upon it, and lit it. As they rode back into Tuskahoma each man struggled with emotions and thoughts he never before imagined.

I'm open to consider other thoughts. Thankfully we have the BFF and its posters for that very purpose. I'd say it works for dumb animals as well as smart animals. An injured human will still eat what's around them. I am giving an injured Bigfoot the exact same consideration as an injured human. Say I was convinced Bigfoot was a strict plant eater. I still say they would eat a fish in a stream if they were starving. I just don't feel a need to attribute qualities into bigfoot that are far from proven. (Yes, this does include the ability to teleport which we humans have yet to achieve. There are some on the BFF who believe Bigfoot can do this). Just looking at what is more likely in my view. I still contend the foolishness would come in attributing things to bigfoot which to me seem to be a stretch. Sure, bigfoot could be highly smart at an animal level. I am sure if we had one in a zoo, they might be able to teach it at a level of Coco. It's also possible Bigfoot isn't even that smart. Some say Bigfoot is a form of a human. It could be. I just doubt it. Patty wasn't carrying a spear and left no tools at the creek when they first saw her. Yes, WE do. lion cubs and birds and various animals feed their young. I don't really see they feed them once out of the nest. Isn't that really the more common trait? I see this as a bit of a backward thinking. Humans are fairly high on the food chain in that we can grow food, go to the moon, and do math problems, and operate on heart patients. Yes, in our society we happen to have a social norm of burying our dead. If we want to attribute this to bigfoot it has the same chance as Bigfoot getting married and giving away the bride. Those are human behaviors. We attribute human behaviors to Bigfoot the same way we attribute things about our dogs like they know it's their birthday. In reality, dogs only know you decided to put steak in their bowl instead of hamburger, They have no idea why. They are not outsmarting us. They are just so few in number and operate in a tough terrain. Even IF Bigfoot was more human than ape that still doesn't make Bigfoot human. An animal or a person who survives in the woods would have to be at least smart enough to achieve consistent basic survival skills. A lost dog might find water, food, and shelter. Some people might be equally lost in those same woods and die in days due to lacking the survival skills. This doesn't make the dog smarter than the person. The essential skill in this case favored the dog and not Kim Kardashian if she was lost in the woods.

The Wilkes-Barre (PA) Times Leader describes a Library of Congress documentary on an album with 2 LPs (Google young 'uns) about the Hammons family of West Virginia. This story is from October 26, 1973.

Published in The Minneapolis (MN) Star on April 24, 1968. And this still isn't the last part! This is a candidate for the most comprehensive press coverage printed after the P-G film.

Thomas Shay is the founder of the Northern Kentucky Bigfoot Research Group. Tom has been investigating the Sasquatch phenomenon since 1987. That’s when he had his first Sasquatch-related experience. You see, in 1987, Tom was heading to see his girlfriend, in Carlton, Kentucky, on US 36, when he had his first sighting. It was 85 degrees out, that day, so Tom was surprised when he saw what he, at first, thought was a man in a fur coat, on the side of the highway. As he got closer, he slowed down to a very slow speed and slowly went past the subject. After creeping by the subject, he felt like he didn’t get a good enough look at it, so he turned his car around, parked it on the side of the road, and got out so he could follow the subject down into a field. Moments later, Tom realized that was a poor decision. From that day on, Tom tried to learn all he could about Sasquatch. We hope you’ll tune in and listen to him share the details of that experience and several others he’s had over the years. If you’ve had a Sasquatch experience in Northern Kentucky that you’d like to report to Tom, please visit the Northern Kentucky Bigfoot Research Facebook Group at… https://www.facebook.com/groups/488381544566776/ If you’d like to help support the show, by buying your own Bigfoot Eyewitness t-shirt or sweatshirt, please visit the Bigfoot Eyewitness Show Store, by going to https://Dogman-Encounters.MyShopify.com I produce 4 other shows that are available on your favorite podcast app. If you haven't checked them out, here are links to all 4 channels on the Spreaker App... My Bigfoot Sighting https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-bigfoot-sighting Dogman Tales https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/dogman-tales--6640134 Dogman Encounters https://www.spreaker.com/show/dogman-encounters-radio_2 My Paranormal Experience https://www.spreaker.com/show/my-paranormal-experience Thanks, as always, for listening! Listen to the Podcast

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What happens when a man finds sobriety in the high deserts of Southern California — and ends up face to face with something massive, quiet, and watching? In this powerful and wide-ranging episode, we sit down with John, an amateur filmmaker and RC truck hobbyist whose solo desert outings put him directly into the path of a rogue Sasquatch. From secret tunnels in the brush to a deafening roar that silenced a pack of coyotes, John’s experiences stretch across a mysterious “desert triangle” — connecting Yucca Valley, Idyllwild, Desert Hot Springs, and 29 Palms. But John’s story is only the beginning. In the second half of the episode, we hear chilling encounters from across the U.S.: — A woman in Nebraska shares a five-year pattern of peaceful Bigfoot visitations along river systems, including the gifting of plush toys and the return of a skull. — A childhood encounter in Brookdale, California, near the San Lorenzo River, leads one woman decades later to new experiences in the forests of Mount Shasta. — A family in Indiana sees a massive orange-and-yellow striped creature walking near a lake before the 4th of July. — In Colorado’s Rio Grande National Forest near Bear Creek, a man recalls his senior trip in the 1980s — when pinecones rained down on tents, grunts echoed through the trees, and a flashlight revealed not one, but two upright creatures watching from the hillside. — And in Georgia’s Chattahoochee National Forest, a solo camper is bluff charged at night by something heavy, fast, and very close. These aren’t just campfire tales — they’re firsthand accounts of how the unexplained can break into everyday life. Desert or forest, river or mountain — the stories are out there. And they’re closer than you think. Resources: John's channel - https://www.youtube.com/@rabbitlodgeracing 🗣️ Share Your Story Had a Bigfoot encounter or strange experience? Send it to bigfootsociety@gmail.com – your story might be featured on the show! 🎥 Watch & Subscribe on YouTube 🔴 Subscribe here → Bigfoot Society YouTube 💬 Leave a comment & let us know your thoughts! 📞 Leave a voicemail with your story → Speakpipe (Use multiple voicemails if needed) 👥 Share this episode → Watch & Share 🎧 More episodes → Podcast Playlist 🌲 Recommended: New Jersey Bigfoot Encounters 💥 Support the Show & Get Perks ✅ Join the community on Supercast – Become a Member ✅ Listen ad-free & early on YouTube – Join Here 📱 Let’s Connect Instagram: @bigfootsocietyTwitter: @bigfoot_societyTikTok: @bigfoot.society🧰 Tools & Partners I Use (Affiliate Links) These help support the show at no extra cost to you: Beam (Better Sleep): Try BeamWildgrain (Better Bread): Join HereSeed (Probiotics): Get SeedMedi-Share (Healthcare): Learn MoreLMNT (Electrolytes) Free Sample Pack with your first purchase! : Get LMNTOrganic and non-GMO groceries delivered for less http://thrv.me/uarEhS🎙️ Podcasting Tools: Repurpose.io: Try ItDescript: Sign UpStreamyard: Start RecordingRiverside.fm: Try Riverside🎧 My Audio Interface: View on Amazon ☕ Buy Me a Coffee – Support Here 🛍️ Grab Some Merch – Shop on Etsy 📬 Mailing Address: Bigfoot Society 125 E 1st St. #233 Earlham, IA 50072Listen to the Podcast

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We have been burying our dead for a long time. 👍

.. but we'd be pretty dang foolish not to consider quite a lot beyond that. Your view only works for dumb animals. Insisting on dumb animal behavior for something that is probably Homo something-or-other is pretty darn foolish IMHO. Do we take care of our sick elders or do we feed them and try to protect them? Do we leave them dead on the ground or do we bury them? While they might indeed just be dumb animals, if they are, then we are stupider than we give ourselves credit for because whatever they are, they're consistently outsmarting us. There is no getting around that. MIB

It’s all fun and games until Mr. Squatch comes home to the cave! 🤣

I have made a little progress running this place! But I am not Gigantor. Thanks!

Albert Ostman. It was in the 1920's. Another similar story was Muchalat Harry, also in the 1930's: http://www.bigfootencounters.com/classics/muchalat.htm The third story of kidnapping was not widely known. It was posted by a rural guy from the Copper River Valley of Alaska on an Alaskan outdoorsman forum about an event he was involved with in the 1970's. Here's a link to it:

My problem is that I'm a death sentence to everything I bring out there with me. An iridium satellite phone was among the gizmos that were vaporized on my moose hunt last year. No more of it. I need to transcend all that silliness and go like my old buddy Don. Just go out there and disappear in The Land of the Lost. Who knows? Maybe being kidnapped into sexual slavery by a female sasquatch might not be as bad as driving to the bottom of a frozen lake?

Don't put yourself down because with enough practice and messing around with new technology we can eventually make progress. I hope the Starlink technology is not too hard to figure out so we all can use it when we need it.

What are you saying? Are you saying the Sasquatch family encounters a human being walking along a trail, and the Sasquatch's capture this person who later escaped. They don't watch the person very well and the human being escapes from captivity. I think this story that you're telling sounds like what happened to a man In the 1800s in British Columbia? You probably heard of a guy by the name of Osterman who was cruising timber or just wandering up the hills along a British Columbian water way. I believe he parked his boat and decided to walk up the hill and form an overnight camp. During the night a Bigfoot came down the hill from its family lair and picked up this man and threw him over the Bigfoot shoulder and packed him to the Sasquatch's camp. The man survived the trip and he found himself in the middle of of Sasquatch's camp with its kids and wife. The kids looked over Ostermin pretty well. They were all curious. Olsterman decided he would plan an escape. He had tobacco for chewing and he made a big wad of it and gave it to the Sasquatch. The Sasquatch ate the wad of tobacco and became very dizzy which gave Olsterman a chance to escape. It happened long ago up in British Columbia in the 1800s .

Your cell phone will now send sat messages. So that put a big hurt on Inreach. I rented a sat phone one time I packed into central Idaho for 2 weeks. Pretty cool to walk out into the meadow and talk to loved ones. Cost was just so prohibitive. Star Link is where it’s at now. Just throw it on the ground and your watching the ball game or texting. My problem is I am too damn dumb to operate half this stuff.

Published in the Latrobe (PA) Bulletin on December 27, 1973. Unfortunately, this is likely a group whose research has been lost to time.

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Thanks for the edit/update, norse.

Daneil Perez said on a Podcast essentially There are no true Bigfoot experts- only reports. We get reports. Reports may be 100% accurate, lies or anything in between. Well-intentioned people can get it wrong and still be convinced they saw bigfoot. Also, people could have a home-run sighting and still not come forward due to some social pressure. We should take the same hardline about a Bigfoot reports. It could be these reports might be true. I would think more track sightings would more commonly report multiple tracks from multiple members in multiple sizes but all with the same character on the same type of surface. I met a guy I'll call Charlie here in Iowa who claimed several NFL players (from our mutual favorite team) go deer hunting on his family farm every year. It's very possible as I know a farmer who has rich finance guys from Chicago every year to hunt deer on his land paying top dollar. Charlie claimed these NFL players were coming down and he would bring them by my place to meet them. It never happened. He said, "They decided they didn't want to go hunting because it was going to rain" He did claim they came down the following week as they have done for several years sometimes bringing other players. When I asked him to see any pic on his cell phone, he didn't have one. When I asked him how these two active NFL players (who played on Sunday and practice all week) had time to go deer hinting during the active NFL season he couldn't explain it. As you can imagine, no matter how passionate his story he was comfortable lying to my face. Eyewitness can also have bad motivations as well as good or even be mentally ill. I don't have a standard. Can we define out of most reports what a typical report looks like. My guess is a typical encounter would be a witness who comes across a sudden bigfoot sighting. Bigfoot notices the witness and then quickly moves on easily disappearing the surrounding terrain. There may or may not be odor and there may or may not be footprints based on the terrain. I have NOTHING to base this one with any certainty. We have people on the BFF who attribute all kind of magic powers to Bigfoot some of this earth and some from outer space. The people in the above report (the one that came up when I clicked on it) said they saw what the saw at a distance and night. It could very well be. Like any story we would have to dig deeper. The report isn't that impressive- at least the one that came up. Q: Say the EXACT same story or report was made but the witness was (former poster) KItkaze. Why does the exact same report suddenly become suspect if made by Kitkaze? The facts are the same, but the likely motivation could be a skeptic set-up. to test how in depth the report would be investigated. The report could be just to create a "Gotcha" moment. All reports should demand full, strong scrutiny. We can't be hard of Bob Heironimus or Mr. Morris and let other claims stand without an equally strong investigation.

True, but getting a cell phone pic of a bigfoot kidnapper isn't as likely as an electronic signal in Antarctica since there hasn't been an alleged bigfoot kidnapping in a long, long time. There have certainly been very close encounters that might have begun as attempted kidnappings, but I'm pretty confident that such an allegation won't survive your legal, analytical scrutiny. Like this one? The potential victim didn't have a cell phone, and the encounter took place in the dark, anyway.........but he had a gun........: https://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=15821