We purchased a house/large cabin-type a year ago in an area
that backs up into the Little Wolf Nature Preserve in what's
known as the Daniel Boone National Forest, Kentucky. The
back of my place has a 16 wide x 30 foot wooden deck that
cantilevers off the backside of the main house extending out
and under tree foliage. It is supported by 6x6 wooden
stanchions that hold up the porch; the deck is 6 feet off the
ground. On top of that deck there is a 4 foot railing capped on
top where the wife puts her plants and several assorted bird
feeders. From the railing top to the ground slope is ten feet.
The height is important to gauge the height of the bigfoot.”

On the side of our property there is a narrow three foot wide
dirt trail that winds up into some of the most rugged terrain a
man can imagine. It is characterized by rolling mountains, steep grades, deep gullies and sharp overhangs; it is hardwood old growth trees. The forest turns magnificent colors in the fall;
that is why we bought the place.

A few stories came along with the purchase of the house by way of the real estate agent. The previous owners told her they kept up the bird feeders and once two bear cubs got up on the deck and tore up the deck furniture pretty good, knocking over the bird bath. There are claw markings on the 6x6 support beams to verify her story and some claw marks on the railing topper; a few railing slats went missing and were never found. The other story was about two bears that came up and ate from the bird feeders at night. We’ve been here a year now and have seen no bears at all.

At the long end of the decking is a staircase that goes down to
the ground and meets up with a dirt path that takes off into
the underbrush that is otherwise too thick to walk through.
I was half-sleeping, half-reading a book when I heard a
gobbler calling. What a strange air there was about the place
that morning. I sat up and listened. From under this porch
where I had been dozing off, there came soft clucking sounds;
like turkey hen clucking sounds.

In case you don't know, Kentucky, especially Daniel Boone Nat’l Forest brags on about having the best turkey hunts in the USA. That's true; we never have to buy Thanksgiving turkeys up here. I relaxed and laid back and then I heard a loud gobble coming from what sounded like a big ole Tom under the porch and it was answered by another Tom off in the trees. The gobbling continued along with intermittent clucking and I thought two things. First, they probably are lunching on spilt bird seed from the porch feeders and two, where did my wife put my scatter gun?

I went in the house and took a few minutes to pack shells in my Browning A-5 and hurried back onto the porch but it was quiet again. I laid back on the chaise, the Browning shotgun across my lap and waited thinking turkey’s ain’t too bright and maybe he would fly up on the porch to get after the good seeds but time passed, maybe thirty minutes with no clucking sounds and then off in the woods I hear them clucking with an occasional gobble, I figured they moved on, so my enthusiasm diminished some and I fell asleep.

I woke up with the sun beating down on my head, sat upright and figured I'd go into the house for a bite of lunch. I no sooner had I got to my feet when straight ahead of me off the porch comes a very loud gobble, I look; I see this thing, this freak of nature standing on the staircase that leads up to the deck. I jumped back startled, reached for the shotgun, aimed quickly and fired, B-O-O-M!!

The shot tore out bunch of railing, a flower pot and wood
went flying, the birds scattered and so did this freak. The
best look I got of it was him leaping off the porch stairs and
flying up that dirt path. My hunting buddy comes flying out
of the house with a loud "what the hell” and I point. Harold
saw what I saw as it fled up the path. We only saw it for a
second and it was gone; I tell you it M-O-V-E-D. We go in
the house and talk it over and ate a sandwich and then decide to load up and go look for sign; neither of us thought much about Bigfoot but that is what we seen!!

Down on the dirt path we discovered tracks of a barefooted man that were 18 inches long, showing 5 toes on the left foot and four toes on the right one. (little toe was missing). The tracks went on for a quarter mile and then left the path and went up a steep precipice with sharp rocks that hung over the dirt path. It was the perfect place to ambush deer and thinking we could get ambushed thought better of following the tracks any further. We sat down in the shadows and watched until four that afternoon but we never saw anything but squirrels that continually chirped their warning signal that we were in there; squirrels never give up. By the way, what we saw was nothing like MonsterQuest television program! This freak was enormous with hair hanging over its face like a sheep dog. We mostly saw its backside, which was covered in short body hair but little detail of anything else.

It happened very fast and it was gone. If it wasn’t Bigfoot then you folks should know that Kentucky turkeys come haired, not feathered, are ten feet tall and partial to stealing bird seed. Rafter-man
November 2009

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