Saturday, December 24, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Collectin' ... The Historical Print Publications Series
Kickin' back with the November 1961 issue of True, The Man's Magazine ... |
Dr. James Allen Jones ... born January 15th, 1933 in Mathis, Texas; proudly servin' his country as a U.S. Army paratrooper. |
A great read; check it out! |
Was this a Yeti track-way? The media reports as such, but is that really accurate? |
A bear? A monkey? I'd say an ape ... look at the width compared to the boot. |
Sanderson postulates that there are hundreds if not thousands of unknown anthropoids (and, more importantly to me, anyways) of at least half-a-dozen kinds, runnin’ all over 5 continents! This may explain the diversity of size and appearance of these mystery animals which have been reported from different parts of the globe. But these track-ways found in the snow-covered Himalayas were not the only famous finds of the time. His article eventually moves the locale to northern California, where he tells of tracks that were left overnight at an isolated construction site ... some as large as 22" long with strides of up to 60"! These are the tracks that tractor operator Jerry Crew made plaster casts of back in 1958 (Sanderson wrote of this account in True, December 1959, which I'll post about next month). He adds that the media stir caused by both of these events had brought to light the fact that, track-ways such as these had actually been reported over the last century; from places like Idaho, Oregon and Washington ... all the way up into British Columbia. On a personal note, I once came across a large, barefoot humanoid-lookin' track in a place so random that I immediately knew that no one could have placed it there to punk me. The feelin' was quite disconcertin' to say the least. I wear a size 9 Cabela's snake-proof boot, and this track was almost twice as wide and 6" or so longer than my booted-foot. I cannot even fathom comin' across a track-way with multiple impressions, with some as large as 22" long with strides of up to 60".
Sir Edmund Hillary, with Kunyo Chumbi posin' with their supposed Yeti scalp ... |
His collusion soon began to backfire on one of his sensationalized broadcast media tours. Sanderson states that Hillary was asked, if debunkin' this scalp disproved the existence of Yetis ... then, what about the tracks that he himself had (several times) reported? Accordin' to Sanderson, Hillary replied that all of the tracks were made by foxes; get this ... walkin' in each others identical tracks ... which were then enlarged by snow-melt! Really? Sanderson notes at the time that he was unable to trace any reference of any species of fox ever bein' collected from that upper mountain region where the tracks were purported. When Hillary was asked why the tracks consistently showed clear toe prints in a specific arrangement with distinctive muscular impressions, as well as how the same tracks could be made in mud, he could not provide an answer. BOOM! I would love to be able to watch the footage from one of these old television interviews y'all, 'cause it sounds to me like ole Hillary let stardom take its toll! Further in this article, Sanderson claims that there was other physical evidence collected by various parties in the region, such as scalps, skins, a hand, hair, scat, blood and parasites; but sadly, gives no conclusion. Too bad nobody had the foresight to do any collectin'! The rest of this article details at length several historical accounts from the mid-1800's up to the late 1950's, too much for me to go into here. If you would like to read the article in its entirety, and do not have access to this legendary issue of True ... it can be found on the late Bobbie Short's Web site, Bigfoot Encounters. Look on the sidebar menu under Newspaper and Magazine Articles. Bobbie's site remains a great repository of all things "Bigfoot", so if you haven't already gone there ... I suggest givin' it a look-see!
I hope y'all have enjoyed this-here outré review of this venerable publication from yer old sloughstalker. If not, let me ask a question: Does the noise in my head bother y'all? Well, obviously not ... 'cause a bunch of y'all just keep comin' back for more! Thank y'all for that! Like I'd said earlier, due to my collectin' I have several other copies of vintage publications that I plan to share with y'all right here in the near future. The fabulous Cryptozoology Anthology was a contemporary bonus to my flourishin' cryptid collection, and hopefully will become a part of yours as well. There was a hint dropped on Bob's blog that a second volume is in the works, so I'm chompin' at the bit to add that one to my collection too! Hell, I'll prob'ly continue collectin' 'til someone finally collects a type-specimen ... ultimately puttin' to rest the "myth" of these mystery primates once and for all. Until next time, I hope that you and yours will have a great Thanksgivin' holiday and safe travels as well. If yer lucky enough to be doin' any huntin' ... keep yer eyes and ears peeled for anything outta the ordinary, and y'all be careful runnin' 'round out there in them woods!
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Gatherin’ …
An awesome Oklahoma sunset as seen from behind The Bowman Lodge ... |
I opted to camp along with a few other members, and we could not have picked a better weekend for our retreat. Folks, I’m not tryin’ to sound derogatory,
but this was not some sort-of “Bigfoot” conference; we don’t sell anything, play campy movies,
ruminate historical sightings or share experiences in some town hall fashion. What we had discussed this past weekend is what
we have personally documented in our area of research over the past several
years, and strategized on how we hope to bring it to the next level. NAWAC members are a serious "boots on the
ground" bunch doin’ some serious time in the grime ... and I mean serious enough to have had the foresight to have documented everything. What
documentation, you may ask? Again, if you have not already done so … I urge y’all to go
to our Web site at http://www.woodape.org and read the NAWAC’s Ouachita Project Monograph. This free, downloadable PDF details several
years of study performed by our members.
These folks have all volunteered serious time, effort and personal
finances to try and provide definitive proof of the existence of this yet
undiscovered mystery primate. And after this goal is attained, we'll be gatherin' steam and goin' all-out to preserve the species and its habitat.
Dr. Angelo Capparella discusses future research opportunities with members of the North American Wood Ape Conservancy ... |
Alton Higgins (left) and Daryl Colyer (right) both presented to the group on our past accomplishments and future strategies. |
I genuinely wish that I could share with
y’all what-all I have learned over the past weekend; however, those sorts of things
are for our members, associates and investigators only. The closest I can get is to tell y’all to keep-up
with our Web site, our Facebook page, podcasts and again, to read the Ouachita Project
Monograph. After listenin’ to the
presentations by the likes of Alton Higgins, Dr. Angelo Capparella & Daryl Colyer … I
cannot wait for an opportunity to finally get back into the field in
Oklahoma. God willin’ … I hope to be available for whatever is asked, whether that task be site maintenance,
documentation or any other type of support.
Until then, I have a few things planned for the next few months, such as
gettin’ back into the Big Thicket, and then possibly another trip to the Ozarks
that will be solely ape-related. Also, I
am just about finished gatherin’ all the pertinent info that I can share with
y’all about my second week spent in Area X back in July of 2015. But before I post anything, I’ll need my
other two team members to substantiate my written interpretation of how it all went
down prior to publication; so, y’all just hang tight! Until then, take care, be careful out there and
… y’all come back now, ya
hear?
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Yakin’ …
Yakin' down the White River outta Norfork, Arkansas last month; an annual trip that almost wasn't. It was much needed R&R ... God is good! |
I began this adventure at 8:45 P.M. on a
mid-September Tuesday evenin’ for a 4+ hour drive to Plano to pick-up Ty. Early Wednesday mornin’ … not tryin’ to beat the
ambulance to the wreck, we cruised along at a good clip until we hit the
Ozarks. Trust me, when you see a sign
that says, “Curve 15 MPH” you’d better not be doin’ any over … unless you want
to literally make an impromptu trail down a friggin’ mountain! During our journey we both discussed our work
issues, but soon decided that the subject was a friggin’ mood killer ... other than the fact of bein' blessed that we were both currently employed. We stopped here & there for gas &
grub, and hit a few antique/junk shops to break-up the tedious drive … arrivin’
shortly before 6:00 P.M. This year, I
had made it a point to travel as light as possible … even though I’d brought
all of the fixin’s for a 22-quart chicken, deer-sausage & egg gumbo. Yeah, that’s right … I said eggs! Don’t knock-it
‘til you try it; my cousin George Jones had taught me that lightly-forked hard-boiled eggs will soak-up all of the flavor
of your gumbo. On top-of that, I didn’t
wanna test whether or not fresh Gulf seafood would keep safely on ice for a
12-hour+ friggin’ drive. And NO, I don’t
consider anything that comes from a
friggin’ “Y’all-Mart” actual fresh seafood.
Period. The only overkill were my
coolers full of Lone Star Beer, which insured me that I wouldn’t be runnin’
out! Them dang Arkies ain’t too keen on drinkin’
Lone Star. Yeah, it’s a Texas thang,
y’all; however, I’ve got ‘em likin’ the Robert Earl Keen and Pat Green music that I
bring for the porch. Oh, and a big
thanks to Buzzard Mike’s son-in-law “Nick the Greek” for helpin’ out with the
gumbo! It’s a big task … so, thanks fer steppin’-up, Nick! And, as usual … no one went hungry.
Rest & relaxation, with beautiful scenery around every bend. The ridge to the right is of particular interest to me ... read on for further details. |
Keith Mathis (left) with Ty Jonson on his very first kayak trip; he did good & had fun, so maybe now he'll catch the bug & get a yak of his own! |
The bluff just past the mouth of Goose Creek, which splits at Gather Hollow and becomes Twin Creek. Just north of here was a Class 3a report taken by Tal Branco back in 2002 ... |
This rock quarry was about a fifteen-minute walk from the lodge; the elevation and seclusion captivated my curiosity enough to explore it ... |
I’ll try and pin Buzzard Mike down to post more details about what-all he's seen & heard on his lease at a later date. Like I
said, I didn’t even think I’d be able to write this entry or even go on this trip
due to my work commitments. And I just cain’t
wait ‘til my next trip, which will be a chance to see my fellow NAWAC
investigators and meet our new associate members in Oklahoma. I’d be willin’ to bet that their experiences
in the Ouachita’s this past summer will make my trip to the Ozarks seem pretty
insignificant, but only where the wood ape experiences are concerned. My time with them Arkies, however brief … was nothing short of awesome! Many memories were shared, and as usual much fun was had. Those boys will always remain in my thoughts
and prayers, and hopefully, we shall all meet again next year; that is, if God’s willin’. Take care and y’all come back now, ya hear?
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Rats, Buzzards and Other Distractions …
Alpha male at Disney's Animal Kingdom; hope to get as clear of a shot on a wood ape, 'cause ya'll won't see any "blobsquatches" on this-here blog. |
Howdy! I know that my last post was several months ago,
and there is no excuse for neglect.
Lotsa drama on the job, lotsa honey-do's & projects around the house, some huntin’, some much needed family time, some
fishin’, a couple of North American Wood Ape Conservancy outreach events and an
auto accident involvin’ my parents have all since transpired. Yeah, much has happened … so, no excuses; I simply
should’ve made the friggin’ time to
post. Period. Excuses are like assholes, and everybody has
one; Lisa just happens to have me. My
beautiful bride has reminded me on numerous occasions that there are abso-friggin’-lutely
no “buts” after an apology. So for those
who still read this, I sincerely apologize and thanks to all of y’all for
comin’ back. "But" ... those of you who actually know me should already know by
now that I ain’t technically a butt, but
more of a hemorrhoid … ‘cause I tend to irritate most assholes. And over the past few months, it seems that
I’ve done quite a bit of that! Lately, I’ve
been distracted by rats & buzzards, all while still bein’ haunted by my memories
of last summer in Oklahoma. So first off,
let’s talk about the rats & buzzards …
I have worked for the same business for
over 20 years. Over that period of time,
I have met some truly amazin’ folks, some of whom have become like my family
away from home; however, work will always be a four letter word. While I am truly blessed to be employed, at
the same time I’m cursed to find myself in an environment where I simply no
longer enjoy what I do. My creativity
has been quelled by too many cooks in the proverbial royal kitchen. You’d think that after 20 some-odd years I’d
be the king of this thing; however, my reality is that I’m just a pawn … evidently
expendable in the endgame. Upon my last performance
review (which was supposedly good) I
was told to simply play the cards that were dealt. Really? Dodgin’ bullets in the workplace is the easy
part, but dealin’ with rats and buzzards was never part of the master plan. Y’all know that I’m Greek, right?
Well, the Greeks have lots of sayin’s … such as, keep yer friends close but
yer enemies closer. I refuse to become the friggin’ sheep that is
eaten by the wolf … ‘cause lately, the best defense is a good offence. I have a tendency to come-off a bit offensive
at times, but I’m sure that it’s due to becomin’ a product of my work environment. The Greeks also say the walls have ears, and
one shouldn’t wash dirty linen in public.
Well, I simply don’t give a rat’s ass about what’s considered public. All I know is, I’ve been a very loyal soldier
and expect to be treated as such. Period. My absolute favorite Greek sayin’ is “Κόρακας
κοράκου μάτι δε βγάζει.” (which translated
means, “Hawks will not pick-out Hawk’s eyes”). But, instead of soarin’ with majestic raptors,
I seem to be dealin’ with friggin’ rats & buzzards. What fresh Hell? Lately, this paradox called work seems like it’s all just Greek to me.
I checked-out the gut pit on a friend's huntin' lease in The Big Thicket on New Year's Day, which was the first day of open carry here in Texas. |
Incidentally, I did find me some genuine down-to-earth
buzzards on a huntin’ trip this past New Year’s Day. I finally ventured to the gut pit on my
buddy’s deer lease out in The Big Thicket.
If y’all remember, I’d written about my friend who’d had an experience
with what was most probably a wood ape in this very spot about a year or so before
… which backs-up to the Nueces River.
Well, that whole river has been well outta its friggin’ banks quite a
few times since January. Just gettin’ to
the gut pit was a slow cruise in 4WD with rushin’ water close to mid-door in some
spots. I didn’t find any evidence of
apes, but it damn-sure looked-like prime ape territory to me! I’m gettin’ a little long in the tooth to be settin’-out
all night in 30° temps in the wet, even though I feel confident enough to spend
the night out there alone. And, even
though I friggin’ blew a no-brainer shot on a doe from a box-blind … I did
score big when I got back to the
lease. I had promised not to divulge their
identities, but two of the lease members I met were both very familiar with these mystery primates. One is an employee in the forestry/lumber industry,
who said that just talkin’ about these animals was a sure-fire way to get
fired! Even though he had not personally
seen any of these critters, he’s seen the barefoot tracks and heard things such
as wood-knocks, mouth-pops, grunts, growls & howls that could have come
from nothin’ else. He also said
that he had heard stories from other employees who had seen ‘em, but that’s
second & third hand info, so I won’t go into that here. The other feller however, is now officially retired. He told me that he’s seen ‘em up-close &
too dang personal, but said they never showed any aggression towards him. Let’s just say he was both a forestry service
and parks service worker who’s been around in them woods for quite some
time. Oh, and both of these southern gents have personally seen black
panthers! One feller told about how he shot
one, trackin’ it for a couple of miles ‘til he lost the blood trail. I wouldn’t ever rat either of these men out, and
I’m ever-so appreciative of ‘em bein’ so candid with an outsider like me. I’ll try and get a bit more detailed about
what-all was said in an upcomin’ post …
The Landrum's 2016 winter vacation ... |
And speakin’ of rats, evidently the world
is not so bleak if yer rat is actually a famous mouse in a Magic Kingdom! My queen arranged a quest for her king, the
princess and reluctant prince as a family Christmas gift. In mid-January, the Landrum clan took a trip
to Orlando’s Disney World and Universal Studios for a wonderful week’s
escape! If anyone thinks that place is
just fer the kiddos, they’re sadly-friggin’ mistaken. Our 23 year-old daughter was in heaven, although
our 20 year-old son wanted to be elsewhere; that is, ‘til he finally got there.
We all had a blast, and that trip will
rank-in with one of our more memorable vacations. Kudos to “Mrs. Incredible” for all her hard
work in makin’ the “Magic” happen for all of us! There was nothin’ disappointin’ about Disney,
especially Disney’s Animal Kingdom.
Baloo got a ‘lil offended when “the old silverback” wanted his picture
taken only with King Louie, and I
even found a cool exhibit of all things Yeti on the Expedition Everest ride. Now, it wasn’t near as excitin’ as the
Ouachitas last summer in Southeast Oklahoma, but it sure was fun! Probably the best memory that I have is
watchin’ the gorillas, which were awesome.
Observin’ the females carin’ for their young was absolutely fascinatin’;
however, everyone backed-up as the alpha-male stood-up and
knuckle-walked past the crowd. I don’t
know how sturdy that glass was, but I was in no rush to find out. I knew right then and there that what I’d had
under me in Oklahoma one June night last summer surely dwarfed this alpha-male.
I was terrified and truly outta my
element as far as bein’ a hunter was concerned.
It also made me realize that I would do everything humanly possible to never
see a wood ape bein’ paraded around in captivity like this. Period.
The Yeti exhibit naturally caught my eye; Hmmm ... |
The gorilla exhibit at Disney's Animal Kingdom had me in awe; these animals are in captivity due to the onslaught of poachers. |
Jared Alphonso, "bassmaster"! |
On top of all the honey-do’s, cleanin’,
limb-cuttin’ and such ‘round our place, I actually got my boat, the Sloughstalker ready and put it through its
paces on Clear Creek. After cleanin’
everything up, the only 2 items I had to replace were a couple of switches in
the foot-control on my Minn-Kota trollin’ motor. Shortly thereafter, my buddy Jared Alphonso
and I entered a bass tournament at the last minute, and ended-up placin’ 5th
outta 19 boats! That ain’t bad considerin’
we only pre-fished for less than 4 hours the day before.
The very next weekend, my buddy Sahil Dilwali
and I fished a 45-50 lb. dog we found tangled-up under some tree roots from the
risin’ tide in the not-so friggin’ “Clear” 65° water. It had a collar & tag, so we contacted
the vet, who contacted a couple of different police departments to track-down
the owner as well as an animal control officer.
Accordin’ to the owner, Bo the shepherd mix, was 12 years old and had
been missin’ for a day-and-a-half.
Although we all tried, sadly, Bo had to be euthanized that evenin’. The Sloughstalker
was s’posed to accompany me & Lisa on our annual week on Caddo Lake, but
that trip was cancelled due to the recent, historic 50-year floods. The locals are still devastated due to flood
damage, and my buddy The Goob has said that the Giant Salvinia is worse than
he’s ever seen it. Y’all be sure to keep
those folks in yer prayers, ‘cause they’ve been through a bunch! Makes me wonder where all the wood apes &
other critters went after gettin’ displaced …
Sahil tryin' to comfort the rescued Bo. |
For the first couple of weekends in April,
I had the privilege to help-out with the North American Wood Ape Conservancy in
doin’ some community outreach at a couple of local wildlife events. First, we were at The Texas Wildlife &
Woodland Expo, held at the Lone Star College Montgomery Campus in The
Woodlands. This free, family event is
held annually and the NAWAC has had our presence known for a few years
now. Our goal at these events is to
educate the public on these yet undiscovered primates and our efforts to scientifically
document the species, as well as the protection of its habitat. I urge y’all to visit our Web site at http://www.woodape.org and see what-all we
do. There is a free PDF download of the
NAWAC’s Ouachita Project Monograph … detailin’ several years of study performed
by our members. Now, the second event I mentioned
was The Baytown Nurture Nature Festival held at the Baytown Nature Center. This venue is top-notch in my opinion, and we
had 4,200 people attend! Both the children
as well as the adults flocked to our enclosure, and the crowds were evidently
pleased. Not only did we get to educate
the public, but a few attendees shared their experiences with us, such as one
hunter finding barefoot trackways durin’ deer season well off any trail. One lady told of actually seein’ one of these
critters face-to-face! This happened in
the Caddo Lake Wildlife Management Area by a National Park Service associate. Again, I will divulge more details in an
upcomin’ post.
Angels, airbags & seat belts, y'all ... the collision was center from the rear and catapulted them into the divider. |
Sometimes, life will just up and blindside
ya; back in mid-April, my parents were simply
headin’ to church for a Greek Orthodox Easter service. While goin’ up the Galveston Causeway, they were
violently hit from behind by some friggin’ idiot who felt the need to do well
over 90 mph durin’ rush hour traffic. Lisa
and I got the call from my father that they were bein’ transported by ambulance
to the hospital, and I cain’t remember ever hearin’ Dad sound like that! It was a miracle that they weren’t killed. All airbags deployed and did their job, and it's a miracle that they were not catapulted off the bridge. They both suffered from the effects
of whiplash; we initially thought that Dad got the worst of it with 3 broken
ribs and a fractured L1. Dad went to a
specialist in Austin and is now doin’ much better. Mom, however is still in physical therapy but
is finally off the pain medication. She had a shattered T-12 finally got the same procedure from that same specialist in Austin. Both are doin' better and are finally on the road to recovery. Again, thank God ‘cause it could’ve been much worse. My family and I have been helpin’ ‘em with anything
they might be needin’ no matter how menial the task. Keep in mind that my parents are both in
their 70’s and were basically robbed of their independence. My wife’s been an absolute angel, but I’ve
been kinda feelin’ the exact opposite. I’ve done everything in my power not to have
any more thoughts of exterminatin’ the rat that hit ‘em. It seems that this upstandin’ citizen has a long
rap-sheet and had just been released a day prior to causin’ the wreck from, get
this … a criminal evade charge! I know that
I ain’t been havin’ very Christian thoughts towards this f-tard; God help me,
I’ve been tryin’ ‘cause them buzzards ain’t circlin’ ‘round that rat’s grave just
yet. Again, thanks for all the prayers!
So as y’all can see, much has transpired
since my last post. That’s life, and I’m
obviously blessed enough to still be livin’ it!
Albeit rats, buzzards and other distractions, I will dang-sure make a
better attempt to update this blog in a more timely fashion. Due to my current work situation and personal
schedule, I still don’t foresee that I’ll be able to take off to Oklahoma anytime
this summer. My annual kayakin’ trip on
the White River looks like it’s shot as well.
However, as promised … I still need to share with y’all about my second
full week spent in the Ouachita Mountains with two fellow NAWAC investigators
last summer in Area X. I wish to spend some
long fall weekends in The Big Thicket, The Sam Houston National Forest or maybe
take a trip back to Caddo Lake, but we’ll just hafta see. So until next time, y’all be real careful
while runnin’ ‘round out there in them woods … especially, on yer travels to and from as well! Remember, the main thang is to always try and
have ya some fun! Life’s too short to
worry about the rats, even with them dang buzzards a circlin’ ‘round overhead. Now that I think about it, I’d much rather
deal with the chiggers & ticks my own-self!
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
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