Bigfoot, the snail eating wild man of Palm Beach County

This is the 16 inch track that lead me to my first encounter

I read a report filed online that detailed an incredible sighting in my area. I was shocked that these things were still going on and could still happen. I began to look into all of it, and since then I started watching what was going on when I was out fishing in these places and while I spent my time in the deep wilderness areas here in Florida. Always in the back of my mind, I knew at any moment it could walk right out in front of me. But I also knew a simple chance encounter was unlikely and I would have to dedicate my time and focus in order to find evidence, so for the first time I began researching and planning my own expedition.

I will pose a simple hypothesis:

If mainstream science is correct about Bigfoot not being real, all of the eyewitnesses who said they saw Bigfoot are wrong. Science openly tells the whole world that every single sighting, no matter who or how many eyewitnesses were involved, that It was a case of misidentification or hallucination. I say this because to this very day, they do not acknowledge that Bigfoot is real. If they are right, then I will find no evidence of Bigfoot if I use those same sightings as a base for my research.

Bigfoot doesn’t exist, that’s what they say. “They’re right and the thousands upon thousands of people that testify to seeing a Bigfoot are wrong.”

To prove science wrong for my own knowledge on the subject; I based all of my research on eyewitness reports. I focused on where they saw the Bigfoot, when they saw the Bigfoot, and what they saw in the behavior of the Bigfoot being or beings that they saw to develop a strategy for proving either way what was going on.    

“The accounts that follow represent the full scope of my field research to date, however impossible these things may seem to you; this is exactly how the events unfolded in the order they occurred. All of these experiences were a direct result of theory developed from the statements of eyewitnesses here in Florida.

These experiences were the driving force behind my research into the cover up of the existence of this species and the ultimately the facts contained in this blog. I think it’s necessary for you to understand how I came from ignorance to awareness and I hope it helps you do the same.”

Using eyewitness statements and reports from the state of Florida only-I was able to identify patterns in behavior and develop theory for application in the field.

Based on a great many reports I proposed that a large “Human-type” being, trying to survive in the wetlands and swamps of Florida would surely have to be an opportunistic feeder with an “omnivorous” diet.

Western Palm Beach County, Grassy Waters Preserve; Late April 2012

Based on one of these “False reports” I’d read online, a very large, hairy creature was seen by four people in the Grassy Waters Preserve in 2004. The preserve covers roughly 20,000 acres and is mostly wetland prairie and cypress swamp. The married couple was in the park that day to go canoeing, they had their own canoe but the rangers told them they were not allowed to use it or venture out into the park on their own, this in itself is strange since the “Public” supposedly owns the preserve.

In the report the husband stated that he was irritated over this because they had already waited for over an hour for the park to open and had traveled a good distance to get there. He eventually conceded to the escort and they both walked down the boardwalk to the canoe rental and launch area ahead of the rangers. It was there at the launch area that they first saw it, across the prairie a couple of hundred yards away.

According to the couple’s statement, one of the rangers arrived on the scene a minute or so later and they pointed out the creature to her. She immediately ran back to get the other ranger who was still at the front office. The two park rangers arrived back on the scene together minutes later to see that the creature was still there. The married couple stated that all four of them, rangers included; watched the subject for over five minutes.

They stated that “It” was bent over and at times kneeled at the base of cypress trees as it continued down the edge of the cypress hammock in the shallow water. All four witnesses got a very good look at the Bigfoot it was approximately a hundred yards away from the group. Apparently it was indeed humanoid in appearance, was very large and heavily muscled but was completely covered in reddish brown hair all over its body.

All four watched as it was removing something from within the bases of the cypress trees and looked to be feeding on whatever it was pulling out.

Upon reading this and other reports from a 30 year period in the area, I called the park immediately. After several failed attempts to get Grassy Waters/Corbit wildlife management area park officials to comment on the 2004 report that was filed by the witnesses, and for that matter any other ones, and the “Kneejerk” reaction I had received from the “new” staff and park officials regarding any research that I would be conducting inside the park in the future, I decided to conduct my own reconnaissance of the park, without “official permission.”

What other choice did I have? They should have just been honest, instead they stonewalled me.

Going back to this eyewitness report, this was not the first time this type of behavior was reported by witnesses. Based on multiple eyewitness reports from several different eco-regions of Florida, I theorized that the Bigfoot here feed on all types of “Shelled Invertebrates.” The reports suggest they do seem to actively seek out and eat all types of “shell dwellers,” including but not limited to; snails, crabs, fresh and salt water mussels and clams and oysters. At night, most “mobile” Shell Dwellers-(Snails) will come out from their daytime hiding spots to do whatever it is they do, and just before dawn they head for the cover of thick weeds, and the base of the nearest cypress tree. There is also a species of grub that bores into the plentiful palms and the softer pulpy meat of the cypress tree. I proposed that other than the small mammals that inhabit the occasional dry hammocks when Florida’s Bigfoot move through these wetland areas; these “shell dwellers” are easy to find and represent a large part of their diets.

For the first time in my research I’d found a pattern of behavior. I started researching the snails immediately. There are several types of snails found here in Florida, one in particular, the “Apple Snail” gets very big. They actually grow to the size of a baseball.

People eat snails they’re easy to catch, they’re actually a good source of protein, so why not a Bigfoot.  After all they’re snails, they’re going nowhere in a hurry.

I studied satellite maps of the areas in question to find the closest cypress hammocks to the most isolated dry areas. These, I thought would be the areas I would have the best chance to find evidence.

All the while I was examining reports, I noticed that most of the eyewitnesses said that although the creature had hair all over like an ape, it seemed more human than ape. My thoughts continued to work with the idea that the evidence points to the species being of the human classification, or human-primate.

“I don’t know of any other creature on earth that despises being caged or fenced-in more than man.”

Using the philosophy above and a common sense approach, I decided to check the fences that skirt the entire perimeter of the park first. Incidentally I built these fences in the early 1990’s while working for a local fence company. We’d bid on the contract a few months earlier and none of us were looking forward to the huge job if we got it, and we did. The weird thing is we were told by our foreman to “Reverse” the angle of the barbed wire on the top of the 8 foot fence, from the typical outward facing position that is designed to keep people out of the fenced in area to the “inward” facing position. We asked him why they wanted the wire angled on the inside of the fence and he replied, “I guess they want to keep something from getting out.” We spent 6 months fencing the swampy perimeter with the wire facing inside the park. I remember the gators were all over us, and at times we had to stop when they got to aggressive.

I figured if I had to eat and there was a fence in between me and my breakfast, the fence was going down. As it turned out, it was a good Idea.

In a 3 mile stretch of the barbed wire perimeter fencing that surrounds the entire park, I found three spots that were not only downed, but they were downed intelligently from inside the park. This was obvious, I found  in each spot, a large piece of tree, each piece of tree was around twelve feet long, and probably weighed close to  five or six hundred pounds. The segments of rotted tree had been dragged from the forest, inside the park, and dropped on top of the eight foot barbed wire perimeter fence. The logs appeared to have been used to first crush down the fence and then, logically…they appeared to have been used as makeshift “ramps” to get over the fence and out of the park. I pulled over at the north east end of the preserve at a small canal by the perimeter fence. The canal was approximately a half mile or so from the last escape ramp I had seen. I was not going into the area looking for Bigfoot, I was undercover, a simple fisherman, I was simply fishing the canal. I grabbed my fishing rod and set about my business. I walked for a while down the canal making casts from time to time. I found signs of wild hogs everywhere. They’re a feral species here in Florida, wild hog populations have skyrocketed over the course of the last fifty years. They tear up the ground in large swatches feeding, or “Rooting” as we say down here. They damage the environments they inhabit and are considered a nuisance. However, they are also easier to catch than a deer and probably represent a large part of the Sasquatches’ diet here in the south. As I walked the bank glancing around carefully, I came upon something odd. There in the water, at the edge of the canal, was a large, flat rock with freshly smashed apple snail shells, and fresh water muscle shells all over it and right next to it was the soft ball sized rock that was used to smash them on the larger rock. After I looked at this curiously for a second, it struck me like lightning. Someone was eating these snails and mussels, these disgusting slimy things. It was obvious it took hands to accomplish this feat and get to the “Slimy surprise” inside.

 “Could it be a bum, perhaps?” I thought a second. I’d never seen a homeless person this far out in the country, and boy, he would have to be real hungry to want to eat some of those things. I glanced around and found some of the weeds were disturbed a foot or so out into the water. I reached out and cleared the weeds away, revealing two perfect, sixteen-inch human foot shaped punch holes on the bottom. I glance up the steep bank and saw two more successive disturbances in the sugar sand. I was dumbfounded. I followed the trail up the bank and traced out the possible route in the grass, and straight ahead, about twenty feet away, the barbed wire perimeter fence of the preserve was flattened to the ground. I walked over to the fence-line. The cover just inside the fence was deep grass, and then a few yards more was a very thick wall of jungle.

I stepped over the broken fencing and proceeded into the preserve. Right inside the smashed down fence I found another 16 inch track. I noticed my feet were not permanently mashing down the grass as I stepped. Whatever left this track was really big and heavy and had a human shaped foot. I shot footage of the track with my cell phone. When I looked up to follow the trail and see if there were more tracks, I saw there was a very strange looking tunnel into the very thick, twenty foot high jungle. The game trail was not only obvious on the ground, but so was the seven foot high “Hole” through the overgrown wall of plant-life. As I approached the hole in the thick bushes I noticed that it was made…not natural, as the branches were snapped off around the sides and over head creating a passageway. I thought a moment about what I was considering. All of this was real fresh, possibly only hours old. Was someone still here, somewhere close? Was I going to find some homeless encampment with a guy with abnormally large bare feet and snails on his breath? I had to know. So I walked into the hole and followed the trail.

The heat was unbearable. All kinds of spiders and unfamiliar bugs were getting all over me. I smacked at them repeatedly. As I made my way in I noticed the work that had been done to create the tunnel trail I was on. I kept thinking it was so unbearable, who would want to be in here? Eventually I came upon a spot where the tunnel opened up into a big circular area, around fifteen feet in diameter. Still under the canopy of trees and vines-shafts of light from the ceiling penetrated all around me. It was dead quiet. No birds or noise, except the sound of the tractor trailers rumbling in the distance on the highway my car was parked on. I caught a whiff of something I had never smelled before. It was like a really nasty, unclean, person mixed with an animal odor.  I listened for a second and heard nothing. I decided I would stir things up a bit, so at the top of my lungs I let out three very “roarishly” aggressive screams.

 Right then in the bushes around thirty feet away, outside the clearing, something groaned deeply with an obvious and very clear, irritated tone. The bush popped and rustled a little bit, to me, it sounded like someone stood up. I could hear faint, deep mouth breathing and wheezing. I’m telling you right now I am not afraid of much that I have ever seen or heard in the state of Florida, but right then, at that moment…I nearly fainted. My anxiety was palpable.

 I had no Idea what was going to happen next. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his presence intensely. It was ominous. My blood ran cold, the hair on my arms and neck was on end. A second or two later the most incredible thing that had ever me up to that point in my research happened.

“He” copied my exact three screams, but intelligently, he added a sarcastic inflection at the end of each. They were directed right at me, there was no question about that. I felt each scream in my chest. They were impossibly powerful.

 I was in full panic mode at that point, I was alone and frozen with fear. Many things flashed through my mind all at the same time. I did not know what to do. Would he charge at me? Should I run? Then he took off, smashing everything in his path. Although I could hear only one set of feet thumping, the noise level of the damage being done was like ten big men going nuts. At first I thought he was coming at me…he was going to get me. The next thing I knew…I was tearing through the bush in the opposite direction…I had lost all control of myself and was on my way back out the tunnel trail. I was in full flight, survival sprint mode. To my own horror…I fell a few times. I ran into a few trees, broken branches, and got caught in several vines that seemed to reach out for me. I felt like the cliché movie victim that keeps falling, and tripping on every stupid thing. In my mind…He was going get me. I think I even made those guttural panicky sounds as I ran. Finally I cleared the tunnel and downed fence. I peeled to the right and headed towards the car. I ran the entire way back to the car at full speed glancing behind me occasionally, terrified of what I might see. I must have looked insane.

I got to the car, collapsed on the ground on the far side of the vehicle and peeked over the trunk, I was in shock.  I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart was pounding out of my chest. A semi truck rumbled past on the road behind me and I shuttered. I was completely, one hundred percent-freaked out of my mind.

Eventually as the moments passed I settled down and honestly, I had trouble accepting what had just happened to me. I didn’t want to believe it. For a minute, I couldn’t believe it. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. Then…as the moments went by…I came to grips with the reality that I was  not still in my bed, I was covered from head to toe in sweat, bugs, cuts and mud. It was the single most surreal moment of my life…up to that point.

I can tell you absolutely that what did in fact scream at me from the thick cover just ahead of my position and then ran off on two very powerful legs smashing down everything in its path…Was not a bear or a normal human being. It was not an ape or a monkey of some type, it was something else and although it did sound very human and intelligent; it also sounded like a “Giant” human being in the ultra deep tone and sheer power of its voice.

It was that moment; I was confronted by some very important questions. “How was this actually happening to me?”  “How don’t they, meaning the authorities, know this is real?” “Someone has to know this is going on.” As I left the area in my car, on the busy highway, I realized I’d left my fishing pole leaning against a bush back at the trail head. I made a U-turn and pulled back in. I cautiously snuck back to the trail head, retrieved my fishing pole and jogged back to my car.

In the days that followed I questioned myself a thousand times and listened to every possible recording of a Bigfoot that I could find on the internet. It’s funny; the craziest sounding recordings I found, sounded like “Taz” from “looney tunes,” and those were the ones most similar to the deep tone of what I heard. There was no question in my mind.

Take it or leave it, I know the tracks I found that day and the yells I heard were unlike any I’d ever seen or heard in Florida. I couldn’t get past the “Human” tone and obvious emotional inflection of the yells that were directed at me. This couldn’t have been an ape. If I could see and hear all of this; the park officials had to know what was going on, I mean they’re in the park every day right?

I have no tolerance for being brushed off or given a superficial answer about this subject. I never have so deeper and deeper I go.

I began my investigation into the “other” side of the Bigfoot subject; the possibility of a “cover up” of the existence of this human type species and the fact that they are indeed living in our wilderness areas or in my case, just west of town. “Giant hairy wild men!” it sounds ridiculous when you say it.
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