Bigfoot Encounters

Chequamegon National Forest, Wisconsin

2001 and 2006 - area map below...

There are two bigfoot people that live in or near Chequamegon National Forest, Wisconsin.

We heard them the first time when we were mushroom hunting in 2001. We didn't see them that time, not until last year (2006) when we stopped to eat a ham sandwich.

We were sitting on the path, talking and eating, my husband was laid back on the ground with his knees up, eating his sandwich. After about ten minutes, he said he heard something, someone talk or chatter. We listened and all I heard sounded like elk crashing through underbrush, maybe moose or a bear. Something big. But we were not alarmed; we had heard that noise before many times on the trail.

My husband sat up to listen, the noise stopped. So he pitched some breadcrumbs out to a waiting bird and the crashing, crunch, crunch started again. He stood up fast and turned around and said, "Look at this!"

I looked and there was the strangest sight I have ever imagined. There was a large hair-covered man (I think a male, not sure) and a small one. The small one was much closer to us, about 20 feet away. The big one was another ten feet back. Those two bigfoots just stood there. I don't remember much else, we jumped up & started backing up and as we did the little one came a foot or two closer, it was walking up tall, not like a bear.

The little one looked like a kid, not a bear but it had black hair and it was male too. We backed up further and started a hurried exit down the trail. We never stopped until we reached the car. We don't think they would have hurt us, but we didn't want to find out. My husband thinks they smelled our lunch, which we left behind. The little one was probably hungry and very courageous.

To answer your question, there was no smell, there was no audible voice noise; the little one was about the size of a five-year-old human child. It was naked, kind of cute, dark skinned with frizzy hair on its head like a bad perm that was shoulder length on the sides. The face was clean of hair. I didn't notice a great deal about the bigger one, it was further away and stood still. My husband doesn’t know if the big one was male or female. We were surprised as you might guess. The little one is the one that approached us. I feel sorry for them, they are probably hungry.

We are of Potawatomi Native American ancestry, both me and my husband. We know these people as "Cee-ha-tonka." My husband's Grand-mère saw a family of four Cee-ha-tonka in 1901, when she was newly married in a place near Red Wing, Minnesota. They took (stole) her fish catch in broad daylight and she had no fish for supper; she called them the 'hair people.' They must always be hungry, it seems that way, poor things.

Martha Bateman-Smythe

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