Posted by: Loren Coleman on December 27th, 2006
Has a recent hairy hominoid encounter with a respected Cherokee elder produced physical evidence of a Bigfoot? A tooth? What do you see in the way of the reported Sasquatch canine?
According to one witness, this is what the Hebbardsville creatures look like. Described as averaging 8 feet tall, 400 lbs. with black skin and long arms that hang below the knees which they use in order to run swiftly. Flat, bearded face with receding chin-line, broad nose, thin lips and dark brown eyes beneath a prominent brow ridge. Covered in short hair with longer fringes about the beard, back of head and genital areas. Low forehead with hair “like a man’s combed straight back” (sketch by B.M.Nunnelly, 2006).
The report and photographs are shared here by Kentucky Bigfoot researcher Barton Nunnelly.
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The alleged Bigfoot tooth which resembles a human canine, only much larger. Throughout the 19th and early parts of the 20th centuries many many sources cite the discovery of giant human-like skeletal remains in the Bluegrass state, the vast majority having been found buried in Native American Indian burial grounds or mounds. The witness’ mother related to him before her death that she had personally witnessed the excavation of one such grave In Beals, Ky., between Spottsville and Reed, back in the 1920’s. It was discovered during the process of building a bridge over a large creek. The bones were measured and found to be nearly 12 ft. tall! The giants remains passed into private ownership and their whereabouts went unrecorded, (photo by B.M.Nunnelly, 2006).
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Location in Hebbardsville, where witnesses reportedly regularly observed Bigfoot creatures eating roots and grass. This creek, which runs along the Green River, was a primary route of travel for the creatures according to witnesses, (photo by B.M.Nunnelly, 2006).
These are the reports, as detailed and written by B. M. Nunnelly. (They are unedited by Cryptomundo, and are given as recorded.)
Bigfoot and the Great Hill
(The names of the locations in this report have been intentionally altered.)
Not long ago I learned from a local paranormal investigator friend of mine about an old Cherokee fellow who also claimed to be a Hebbardsville Bigfoot witness. A phone interview was arranged and conducted in Nov., 2006. The information proved correct. Not only did the witness describe repeated, often at will, sightings of groups of these creatures since his childhood, he also claimed to be in possession of what he was convinced was an actual tooth, which he described as a canine, from one of these creatures. Moreover he could describe, in great detail, the physiological features, general attitudes and behavior of these mysterious “Hillbillies’, known to the rest of the world as ‘Bigfoot’. After several more phone interviews a meeting was arranged and, under the promise of strict anonymity, M.F. (not his real initials) agreed to allow me to photograph the alleged Bigfoot canine for possible identification. I arrived on the 17th of Dec., 2006. M. F. Lived only a short drive from the Hebbardsville area, only a twenty minute drive from my own doorstep. I found the gentleman to be pleasant, friendly, down to earth and of obvious intelligence. He immediately pulled the tooth out of his pocket. It did resemble a human canine, or eye, tooth, only about three times as large. I examined it and noted the obvious authenticity and great antiquity of the object, taking several photographs. It was complete with root system still attached. He would allow no DNA testing, he had told me during one of our phone conversations, because to do this would mean that at least a partial destruction of the tooth would occur. Nor would he allow it to depart his possession in any way. As a matter of fact, he didn’t really care at all to try and prove the existence of these things to anyone. They had always been a fact of life to his own people. Evidence of his Cherokee heritage was strewn about his yard, flower beds and doorsteps, and worn proudly around his neck. They were the ‘Old People of the Forest’, he told me, and their reality caused no controversy except to the whites. It would be amusing if not for the fact that , in their ignorance, the logging and mining of the white man was causing the rapid desecration and destruction of the Bigfoot’s habitat. Land considered sacred by the Indians since the beginning of history. There was daylight left. He asked me if I cared to take a ride. M. F.’s story was an interesting one. He had first been exposed to the creatures while growing up in the Spottsville, Reed areas, although at least two earlier generations of his family had their own tales of sightings and strange happenings. He remembered his great grandfather recounting how he had run outside one night after he’d heard some kind of commotion to see one of the old people carrying off two of his full grown sows, one under each arm like they were piglets. It swiftly made its escape even though the pigs weighed about 200 lbs. each! Around the time of the “Spottsville Monster” events his brother was finding strangely mutilated dead cattle. He had lost six head that year. Literally. All six carcasses were found with their heads torn off and missing. They only found one head, he claimed, and it was stripped to the bone and missing the lower mandible. None of the other meat on the carcasses was consumed. When the family moved across the Green River to Hebbardsville the sightings continued. In fact, he claimed that from the late 1960’s until the early to mid 70’s hardly any weekend went by when he and a car load of friends didn’t park near the intersection of Ash Flats and Old Bell roads and observe groups of these creatures, ranging in number from four individuals up to as many as fifteen or better, engaged in the act of eating bitter roots and grass. Countless sightings, he claimed, by dozens of different individuals. “Were they hairy Indians?” I asked. No, he said. They were not Indians of any type. They had black skin and an average size of eight to ten feet tall, although he had seen one awhile back that was at least a twelve footer. Their eyes were a dark brown color with no visible whites or irises. They were bearded, had thin lips, a weak chin and a flat, wide nose like individuals of African descent. They had normal looking hands of a large size with pale colored palms, but their feet had an opposing toe sticking out at an angle away from the other four toes, like an ape’s or chimp’s. They had extremely long arms which hung down past their knees and could run quadrupedally 35 to 40 mph. The females also possessed beards, though shorter than the males. They were of more stocky build, had furry breasts and carried their young beneath them clinging to their bellies. He described the males as being covered with short, straight, usually dark hair, with longer areas of about six inches at the beard, backs of the head and genital areas. “Pull over here”. He said as we approached a medium sized muddy creek at the Old Bell, Ash Flats location. I pulled over and we got out. This was the location, he told me, that he and scores of friends had witnessed these creatures feeding countless times. They didn’t seem to mind being watched, he said. Unless someone got out of the car. Then they would all rush into the creek and be gone in an instant. They traveled the creeks, he claimed. The water would wash away the tracks and they were excellent swimmers if the water was up. After photographing the location I asked him if he could take me to where he found the tooth. He would take me there, he replied, if I promised never to disclose the location. It was a sacred place, he explained. A burial place of the Cherokee people and home to other powerful legendary beings as well as the old people. I agreed and we got back into my four wheel drive. We traveled a short distance from the Pleasant Hill area and stopped. “Follow me…” he said, and started up a thickly forested ridge. Although he was nearly 60 years old he ascended the steep terrain as nimbly as a jack rabbit and, after a short but vigorous trek, we crested another large hill and stopped. “Look freely.” he said. “Take pictures, but nothing else”. I looked around. We stood at the rim of a forested ridge which wound around the area like a dark circle, forming an impressive natural amphitheater. The bottom of the ‘bowl’ formation was mostly clear and somehow comfortable looking even now. All around me were graves, stacked in layers. Some ancient beyond reckoning. Many were marked with stones onto which Cherokee pictographs and letters were carved. I had hunted Indian artifacts nearly all my life but had never seen a single stone in Henderson county bearing intact Native American images or writing. Now I was surrounded by them. “This place is called “The Great Hill” by my people.” The Great Hill. Here was buried the bodies of the famous Cherokee chieftain, Double Head, his daughter, Corn Blossom and countless others. I snapped pictures one after another while the sunlight faded much too swiftly. Daniel Boone, pioneer hero of old, had written of this place. Twice he was held captive here and twice he was freed or escaped. Two heavily weathered stones still bore his name and short messages, carved there by Boone’s own hand during his captivity. Still other stones were carven with images of corn stalks, deer and sun. Three stones contained the likenesses of strange faces. No one knew who most of the graves belonged to. Great chiefs of antiquity whose names were lost forever. Stone circles were present. Raking back the dead leaves revealed a wealth of flint artifacts still lying where their makers had placed them generations ago. During heavy rains some of the graves would wash out, M. F. told me. He had needed to re-inter some of the bones on occasion. He had found the tooth several years ago here, at the foot of the hill, washed up by the rushing water. No other creature of this area had teeth like it, he felt sure. With his help I was able to sketch a facial study of these particular humanoid’s features for all to view. I would like to express my gratitude to this man for agreeing to speak with me, sharing some secrets and showing
me such interesting, and historically significant locations. Locations unlike any other that I have ever personally witnessed.
The “Hebbardsville Hillbillies” – Investigated by B. M. Nunnelly on 12-19-06
On Sunday, Dec. 17th, 2006 I headed out to investigate rumors that large, hirsute, bipedal humanoids were still being seen in Hebbardsville, Ky. Henderson County. In the early winter of 2004 witnesses in a parked vehicle at a place called Negro Hill, Pleasant Valley Rd. reportedly observed two large, hairy, manlike creatures in a field below in the act of pulling up and eating the roots of old corn stalks. One was a dark brown color, they claimed, while the other appeared to have white hair. Though shaken, they returned the next day to find trace evidence in the form of uprooted stalks and prints. The area, just across the Green River from Reed and Spottsville Ky., has a long history of hairy monster sightings and the creature was dubbed the ‘Hebbardsville Hillbilly’ by the local press and residents of Hebbardsville. It was also claimed that a strange bed, made of grass and Switch Cane plants, was discovered in an old, abandoned dwelling in the woods at the end of Pleasant Hill Rd. I planned to visit said locations to have a look around and take pictures and, with the help of my guide, Greg Tackett, family friend and one time Hebbardsville resident, was able to arrive at Pleasant Hill Rd. in an expeditious manner. He knew both the area and the story well, he claimed, and promised to lead me to the exact locations in question with no trouble at all. Moreover, I had been given the contact info by a mutual friend of another Hebbardsville Bigfoot witness who had made some startling claims to me regarding Bigfoot in the area and had scheduled an interview with him for later that afternoon. I had visited the area the previous day to reconnoiter, parking at the old church on Negro Hill and looking down at the many fields, creeks, wind-breaks and forests of the Green River bottomlands. The entire area, known as the ‘county ditch’ as it takes on all the water that the highlands shed, is littered with Indian artifacts and ancient burial mounds, mute testimony to the two Native American tribes that once called this place home; the peaceful Cherokee and the war hungry Shawnee just across the river. The Shawnee, I’m told, would often steal across the river in their canoes under cover of darkness, to raid the Cherokee, stealing their women and children and murdering the warriors. The particularly violent history of much of Western Kentucky is startling, and it is easy to see how such a place, once called ‘the dark and bloody ground’, could give birth to many dark legends which still cause locals to shudder even now. We would have to take the long way around, Greg informed me, as the woods where the old house was located at the far end of Negro Hill was owned by a local logging/mining co. and posted. We planned to come in from the bottom field where the creatures were initially sighted and work our way eastward to the old home site, which was located on Book Lane, a part of what is known locally as the “Ash Flats’. We found the lane under 2 ft. of mud and water and realized that the only way to continue was on foot. Greg, however, was undaunted and as eager to carry on as I was and I am very grateful for his stern resolve to make good on a promise that he had made to me months earlier. After a few minutes trek we were in the field below the wooded hill and I was able to take photos of the old church from below. We walked for another hour before we made it to the house site, but, unfortunately, it was no longer there. Evidently the logging co. had torn it down and bull-dozed the entire area several months before, turning the once verdant forests into nothing more than rolling grassland, a fate that still awaits much of the Hebbardsville river bottoms. My only regret was that I had arrived too late to investigate and photograph the alleged Bigfoot nesting place.
Loren Coleman is one of the world’s leading cryptozoologists, some say “the” leading living cryptozoologist. Certainly, he is acknowledged as the current living American researcher and writer who has most popularized cryptozoology in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. Starting his fieldwork and investigations in 1960, after traveling and trekking extensively in pursuit of cryptozoological mysteries, Coleman began writing to share his experiences in 1969. An honorary member of Ivan T. Sanderson’s Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained in the 1970s, Coleman has been bestowed with similar honorary memberships of the North Idaho College Cryptozoology Club in 1983, and in subsequent years, that of the British Columbia Scientific Cryptozoology Club, CryptoSafari International, and other international organizations. He was also a Life Member and Benefactor of the International Society of Cryptozoology (now-defunct). Loren Coleman’s daily blog, as a member of the Cryptomundo Team, served as an ongoing avenue of communication for the ever-growing body of cryptozoo news from 2005 through 2013. He returned as an infrequent contributor beginning Halloween week of 2015. Coleman is the founder in 2003, and current director of the International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine.