The Big Grey Man Of Ben Macdu:
“Those who have describe it as an extremely tall figure covered with short hair, or as an unseen presence that causes uneasy feelings in people who climb the mountain. Other eyewitnesses describe it as a large humanoid standing over ten feet tall and having olive toned skin with long arms and broad shoulders. Evidence of the existence of this creature is limited to various sightings and a few photographs of unusual footprints.”
Barbara W
Sounds more like a hairy mountain giant. Whoever heard of a twenty foot tall bigfoot?
Wolf
You might be right. Perhaps a version of the Mossabe, or Mountain Giants. Even the Sasquatch fear them… (from my novel):
The Young Sasquatch turned to look upstream. The river plunged down from a jagged mountain, whose sides where covered with tall trees and pitted by deep ravines and gorges. Massive fingers of stone thrust forth amongst the trees, dwarfing them in the half-light before dawn.
He remembered that mountain. He had seen it many times in the distance but only once before up close like this.
It had been before his sister was born. He himself had been barely seven winters old at the time. A severe drought like the one the land was now in had pushed the family away from the foothills on their migration north. In search of game his father had led them closer and closer to the mountain he now faced.
Finally they had come across the track line of some deer heading deeper into those forbidding crags. The youngster had looked to his father, expecting to see his own excitement echoed in his face. Instead his father’s face had been furrowed in worry as he looked up towards the mountain’s soaring spires. But then, determination had set in. The family needed food so they followed the deer into the tree and boulder covered slopes, the giant alpha male constantly stopping to look around in all directions.
Several times he had brought the small family to a halt, the concern in his eyes more than enough to make the youngling freeze, unmoving. He had never seen his sire afraid of anything before. The fear in his eyes was palpable. More than once he caught the scent of his father’s fear being involuntarily released from the scent glands under his great, hairy arms.
Then, on one of these many halts, his sire stared intently at the ground for a moment, then quickly straightened, trying to look in all directions at once. His broad nostrils flared and the fear pouring from his glands was almost visible in the mountain air. Abruptly he turned and began quickly retracing his steps, the young one’s mother instantly turning to follow, her eyes echoing his fathers in their constant, flickering search of the surrounding trees.
Before he had followed his parents, the young one looked down at what had made his father react so unusually. There, deeply imprinted into the hard earth was the biggest footprint he had ever seen. Half again the size of his huge sire’s print it was roughly the same shape with one very noticeable exception. It only had four toes! For some reason this fact had filled the young one with terror more than his father’s reaction and he had raced to catch up with his parents.
It was only when the family had gotten far from the mountain that he had asked his father what had made the track. His father had looked down at him briefly and muttered a sound, MOSSAHBEE.
No more information had been forthcoming but his father had made it very clear by his actions that whatever was on that mountain was extremely dangerous and to be avoided at all costs.
The young Sasquatch stood looking at the mountain for a long time. Behind him the sun began to peep over the horizon. He couldn’t stay here, exposed. There was only one way to cross the river, and that was to follow it into the mountain until he found a safe place to cross.
Wolf
“Whoops, them two humans seen me… is okay… they running away… what’s that?… one dropped his wallet!
IS okay… I go cross country and catch thems on road…
…oh no… missed thems… I run after thems… HEY WAIT! YOU DROPPED YOUR WALLET!
… drat, they go faster… stupid humans…”
Robert H
Having lived in the UK all my life and being brought up very much in the outdoors (much to my constant complaining at being made to climb mountains in the cold and the rain as a boy!) I know that there are lots of unusual phenomenon here, but I don’t think there’s a breeding population of flesh and blood creatures that can be attributed to encounters like this. The stranger characteristics of some encounters that have been on the shows are certainly present on this side of the pond though. About 25 years ago my neighbour Bill (a retired farmer who was about 85 years old and has since passed) had been complaining about green lights floating about in his field on a night and had opened fire with his 12 bore but was rather annoyed that it had no effect because he thought his aim was getting worse with age. So in typical British fashion he went indoors and had a cup of tea whilst complaining to his wife that he can’t hit anything these days!
Lewis S
@Wolf W, Exaggeration and fear can explain the size issue. You may want to learn that from the smaller pygmy to the largest breeds all eat animals including humans. Ignore the unpleasant and focus on the bong it’ll be cool. Hope bigfoot doesn’t get the munchies though.
Wolf
Ha, he might if he eats some Californians…
I suspect there are no vegan Sasquatch of any size. This does not mean they all munch on humans though… I suspect with the crap most modern humans consume we would taste pretty terrible.