About Us
| Alabama Bigfoot Society |
Welcome, and thank you for visiting the Alabama Bigfoot
Society website. We are right now a small group, but
everyone and everything has to start somewhere. So first of
all let me tell you a little about myself and what is being
planned for the site and the society in the future.
I became interested in this elusive creature in 1971 while in
high school here in East Central Alabama. I was 15 at the time.
It seems that year we people in this area had one or more of
these creatures roaming the woods in a fairly large area.
There were multiple sightings over several months and I saw
this giant, hairy, 'non existent' creature for myself ! More than
once !
I'll detail this more later and it is in the first booklet I did on
Bigfoot, 'Bigfoot Sightings of East Central Alabama.'
Society website. We are right now a small group, but
everyone and everything has to start somewhere. So first of
all let me tell you a little about myself and what is being
planned for the site and the society in the future.
I became interested in this elusive creature in 1971 while in
high school here in East Central Alabama. I was 15 at the time.
It seems that year we people in this area had one or more of
these creatures roaming the woods in a fairly large area.
There were multiple sightings over several months and I saw
this giant, hairy, 'non existent' creature for myself ! More than
once !
I'll detail this more later and it is in the first booklet I did on
Bigfoot, 'Bigfoot Sightings of East Central Alabama.'
However at 53 years old I am still just as interested in Sasquatch as I was 38 years ago, maybe
more. Since my first sighting, I have spent numerous hours in the field investigating sighting
reports. I have listened to countless witnesses relive their own encounter, or encounters. I have
documented reports and now have 4 booklets I have written on the subject.
Now I get into the wooded areas of sightings very little. I regret that and it makes me sad not to
be able to jump in the truck and take off to God knows where when some one calls me with a
hot sighting. But I go where I can. I can always listen to a sighting report.
more. Since my first sighting, I have spent numerous hours in the field investigating sighting
reports. I have listened to countless witnesses relive their own encounter, or encounters. I have
documented reports and now have 4 booklets I have written on the subject.
Now I get into the wooded areas of sightings very little. I regret that and it makes me sad not to
be able to jump in the truck and take off to God knows where when some one calls me with a
hot sighting. But I go where I can. I can always listen to a sighting report.
So now I and some of the members will be busy here posting stories, drawings, and
photos of encounters. Soon there will be information on how you can join our little group
and attend meetings.
photos of encounters. Soon there will be information on how you can join our little group
and attend meetings.
Dedicated To Research And Preservation Of This Creature And It's habitat
| Jim Smith Alabama Bigfoot Society |
| The Famous Patterson Bigfoot (Female) Captured on film Oct. 20, 1967 in northern California. |
This is a book I am very proud of being able to write. A
few years ago I discovered I had Native American, Indian
ancestry from my mother's and from my father's side of
the family. I have always enjoyed reading about Indian
beliefs and their way of life and now I know why.
I have spent many days at Horseshoe Bend reading and
learning about the Indians. It was after some time there
that it seemed I began to be shown things.
few years ago I discovered I had Native American, Indian
ancestry from my mother's and from my father's side of
the family. I have always enjoyed reading about Indian
beliefs and their way of life and now I know why.
I have spent many days at Horseshoe Bend reading and
learning about the Indians. It was after some time there
that it seemed I began to be shown things.
The Ghosts of Horseshoe Bend
National Military Park
Be sure to order your copy of Jim's latest
book....
book....
| Chief Red Eagle William Weatherford 1765 - March 24, 1824 |
Many of the things I have encountered are in this book. Not only have I seen and heard
things at The Horseshoe, but other people have too. Some of their sightings are in the
book as well. Some of us have even seen the same things... but seen them years apart !
Book has illustrations and I'll sign it for you too. Copyright 2010.
If your interest is Indian, or ghosts, or even a little history then you'll enjoy reading this
book. I decided to put a drawing of Red Eagle on the cover. The drawing depicts the night
at Horseshoe Bend that he told the Creek Nation while in War Council he would accept
being their War Chief. The sun symbol behind him means life. The sun's rays represent the
Four Corners of the earth and the circle inside means the circle of life within those four
corners.
things at The Horseshoe, but other people have too. Some of their sightings are in the
book as well. Some of us have even seen the same things... but seen them years apart !
Book has illustrations and I'll sign it for you too. Copyright 2010.
If your interest is Indian, or ghosts, or even a little history then you'll enjoy reading this
book. I decided to put a drawing of Red Eagle on the cover. The drawing depicts the night
at Horseshoe Bend that he told the Creek Nation while in War Council he would accept
being their War Chief. The sun symbol behind him means life. The sun's rays represent the
Four Corners of the earth and the circle inside means the circle of life within those four
corners.
May The Great Spirit Walk Near To You In Your Circle Of Life
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Excerpt From 'The Ghosts Of Horseshoe Bend' Introduction
Horseshoe Bend National Military Park is a place that has fascinated me for years.
The first time I heard of the park was in Alabama History in the fourth grade. At
the time I lived in Atmore, Alabama, a long way from the park. However in two
years my family had moved from Atmore to a small east Alabama town named
Wadley. At the time of the move and for a while afterwards, I had no idea how close
it was.
Then one day along with my Father and Grandfather, we passed by the park
entrance. I was 12 years old at the time. They began telling me about the Park and
to my utter amazement my Dad turned onto the entrance road! To a young boy who
had only read, heard stories and seen Indians on TV, this was the thrill of a lifetime!
The first time I heard of the park was in Alabama History in the fourth grade. At
the time I lived in Atmore, Alabama, a long way from the park. However in two
years my family had moved from Atmore to a small east Alabama town named
Wadley. At the time of the move and for a while afterwards, I had no idea how close
it was.
Then one day along with my Father and Grandfather, we passed by the park
entrance. I was 12 years old at the time. They began telling me about the Park and
to my utter amazement my Dad turned onto the entrance road! To a young boy who
had only read, heard stories and seen Indians on TV, this was the thrill of a lifetime!
Real Indians lived here I thought to myself! I would actually walk where they
had walked many years earlier. I would see the place they lived, worked their fields,
fished, hunted deer, squirrel, and rabbit just like I did. This day, little did my father
know at the time would be the start of a life long place for me to visit, rest,
meditate, and pray. Almost every Sunday afternoon for years, or at least until I got
my drivers license I would ask my dad to carry me back there. Needless to say we
didn't got as many times as I ask but he did carry me there many, many times.
Over the years I got to visit the park from time to time and now I go there very
frequently. I feel as if I am drawn there. Perhaps the land calls to me. Perhaps it is
the spirits of the ancestors for this was their land since time began until the white
man chased them from their lands.
had walked many years earlier. I would see the place they lived, worked their fields,
fished, hunted deer, squirrel, and rabbit just like I did. This day, little did my father
know at the time would be the start of a life long place for me to visit, rest,
meditate, and pray. Almost every Sunday afternoon for years, or at least until I got
my drivers license I would ask my dad to carry me back there. Needless to say we
didn't got as many times as I ask but he did carry me there many, many times.
Over the years I got to visit the park from time to time and now I go there very
frequently. I feel as if I am drawn there. Perhaps the land calls to me. Perhaps it is
the spirits of the ancestors for this was their land since time began until the white
man chased them from their lands.
I never knew why I felt pulled to this place until about 5 years ago. I ran across a book that had reference to many of my ancestors. I found out that in
the mid 1800s my Great-Great Grandfather came to this country from Germany. For whatever the reason he settled in Northern Randolph County
Alabama. It was there according to the book I read that he purchased land, built a cabin and began farming there. He did everything in that order. Then
it said he went looking for a wife. It said he fell in love with and married a Creek Indian Maiden. No not a princess in this story, she was just an Indian
maiden. But that put Indian blood in me! Something I am very proud of.
the mid 1800s my Great-Great Grandfather came to this country from Germany. For whatever the reason he settled in Northern Randolph County
Alabama. It was there according to the book I read that he purchased land, built a cabin and began farming there. He did everything in that order. Then
it said he went looking for a wife. It said he fell in love with and married a Creek Indian Maiden. No not a princess in this story, she was just an Indian
maiden. But that put Indian blood in me! Something I am very proud of.
Then to my surprise again an old family member told me that on my mother's side of the family was Indian blood as well! This was fantastic news to
me. I had, so to speak, a double shot of Indian in me. Although they couldn't give me a lot of information on the subject, they did tell me my
grandmother was born in Waco, Texas. A fact I found later to be true when I accidentally came across her birth certificate. It was either her
Grandfather or Grandmother that was a full blood Indian. They also told me that over the years they had forgotten the tribe in Texas, bu tit was either
Comanche or Apache. Either way I know now where my temper comes from.
me. I had, so to speak, a double shot of Indian in me. Although they couldn't give me a lot of information on the subject, they did tell me my
grandmother was born in Waco, Texas. A fact I found later to be true when I accidentally came across her birth certificate. It was either her
Grandfather or Grandmother that was a full blood Indian. They also told me that over the years they had forgotten the tribe in Texas, bu tit was either
Comanche or Apache. Either way I know now where my temper comes from.
The Comanches and Apaches were very warlike and here in the south the Creeks were the most hostile tribe. So with a little German, and Irish
thrown in here and there, my therapist tells me that certainly filled in a lot of blanks!
But as I said earlier, I feel as if the Horseshoe, (this is a shortened name I call the park), summons or calls me from time to time. Maybe it is the
land, or maybe the spirits. What or who ever it may be, I do answer this summoning. I go there often and after going there for some time I began to
see things or be shown things. Many of those things are the chapters of the book.
thrown in here and there, my therapist tells me that certainly filled in a lot of blanks!
But as I said earlier, I feel as if the Horseshoe, (this is a shortened name I call the park), summons or calls me from time to time. Maybe it is the
land, or maybe the spirits. What or who ever it may be, I do answer this summoning. I go there often and after going there for some time I began to
see things or be shown things. Many of those things are the chapters of the book.
After I found out that i actually did have Native American ancestery, I began researching, and reading about the Indians way of life, their beliefs,
their customs, their religion, their medicine. And what a change and difference it has made in my life. A change for the better! I now practice many of
their rituals. I have realized that everything on earth and in the universe was created by one creator. The Great Creator, The Great Spirit, The
almighty God. Therefore everything has one Father and that makes me, you, and everything else connected. We are from one Father and created by
Him.
their customs, their religion, their medicine. And what a change and difference it has made in my life. A change for the better! I now practice many of
their rituals. I have realized that everything on earth and in the universe was created by one creator. The Great Creator, The Great Spirit, The
almighty God. Therefore everything has one Father and that makes me, you, and everything else connected. We are from one Father and created by
Him.
| Entrance Sign At The Horseshoe Building To The Right Is The Museum |
We're A No-Kill Group
I suppose we should have written this article a little earlier, but at the top of most pages here I have, 'Dedicated To The Research And
Preservation Of This Creature And It's Habitat'. This means I don't intend to kill or try to kill, or go along with any one who wants to take
one of these creatures lives. I know this feeling comes from my Indian blood. I have read that the word, 'Sasquatch' is a Native American
Indian word that means, 'keeper of the forest or keeper of the mountain'. Indians believe the Sasquatch is also a spiritual creature.
Therefore, now, I will not shoot one for the sole purpose of proving it exist. I know it exist and anyone who has spent time researching or
looking for these creatures know they exist as well. I do not need a body to prove that. I have seen them several times. I have no doubt
they are real.
Preservation Of This Creature And It's Habitat'. This means I don't intend to kill or try to kill, or go along with any one who wants to take
one of these creatures lives. I know this feeling comes from my Indian blood. I have read that the word, 'Sasquatch' is a Native American
Indian word that means, 'keeper of the forest or keeper of the mountain'. Indians believe the Sasquatch is also a spiritual creature.
Therefore, now, I will not shoot one for the sole purpose of proving it exist. I know it exist and anyone who has spent time researching or
looking for these creatures know they exist as well. I do not need a body to prove that. I have seen them several times. I have no doubt
they are real.
There was a time, back in the early 1970s when one or more Sasquatch roamed the woods around my home town. I detailed these
sightings in my first booklet on the topic, 'Bigfoot Sightings of East Central Alabama'. And true enough, if a friend who rode many nights
with me looking for one and if I had spotted one in those days, we'd probably shot or attempted to shoot one. Thankfully we didn't come
across one when we had a gun. Matter of fact I even purchased a rifle, the caliber that was issued to the Army in the late 1800s and used
years ago to kill Indians, buffalo and other large game animals. But now i would only kill one if there were no other way of escape. Say one
was angered, or wounded and charged at me or a friend. Then there'd be no question and no delay.
sightings in my first booklet on the topic, 'Bigfoot Sightings of East Central Alabama'. And true enough, if a friend who rode many nights
with me looking for one and if I had spotted one in those days, we'd probably shot or attempted to shoot one. Thankfully we didn't come
across one when we had a gun. Matter of fact I even purchased a rifle, the caliber that was issued to the Army in the late 1800s and used
years ago to kill Indians, buffalo and other large game animals. But now i would only kill one if there were no other way of escape. Say one
was angered, or wounded and charged at me or a friend. Then there'd be no question and no delay.
There was a man, a friend of mine as well, who did have a chance to shoot one. That sighting experience is in the book mentioned above.
His dogs he used to hunt deer with had chased and treed a Sasquatch. Mr. Brisco ran to the location in the woods where the dogs held the
creature at bay. Brisco, less than 20 yards from the creature that sat on the bottom limb in a giant oak tree level his 12 ga. pump shotgun
loaded with OO Buck shot at the creatures head... the gun held 3 inch magnum shells so about 16 or 18 projectiles would have been fired
with each shot, the gun held 5 shells. Each buckshot is about 1/4 inch in diameter. Brisco had plenty of firepower to kill the creature.
His dogs he used to hunt deer with had chased and treed a Sasquatch. Mr. Brisco ran to the location in the woods where the dogs held the
creature at bay. Brisco, less than 20 yards from the creature that sat on the bottom limb in a giant oak tree level his 12 ga. pump shotgun
loaded with OO Buck shot at the creatures head... the gun held 3 inch magnum shells so about 16 or 18 projectiles would have been fired
with each shot, the gun held 5 shells. Each buckshot is about 1/4 inch in diameter. Brisco had plenty of firepower to kill the creature.
But he told me, and has told the story several times the same way each time.... As he came running into view of the creature, it was
looking down at the dogs that were barking wildly and trying to jump high enough to bite it. Brisco came to a sliding stop. He braced himself
to shoot, spreading his feet, bending slightly forward for his body to accept the recoil of the blast, one hand tight around the forearm of the
gun, his other arm and hand pressing the butt of the gun tight to his shoulder, his cheek tight also to the gun stock, his arm muscles
straining, griping with all his might. With no delay he looked down the barrel and aligned the sights to the Sasquatch's head. He clicked off
the safety button, his finger lay on the trigger now slowly tightening.... Then the creature turned its head and Brisco says,,, and has said the
same thing many times for many years,,,,
looking down at the dogs that were barking wildly and trying to jump high enough to bite it. Brisco came to a sliding stop. He braced himself
to shoot, spreading his feet, bending slightly forward for his body to accept the recoil of the blast, one hand tight around the forearm of the
gun, his other arm and hand pressing the butt of the gun tight to his shoulder, his cheek tight also to the gun stock, his arm muscles
straining, griping with all his might. With no delay he looked down the barrel and aligned the sights to the Sasquatch's head. He clicked off
the safety button, his finger lay on the trigger now slowly tightening.... Then the creature turned its head and Brisco says,,, and has said the
same thing many times for many years,,,,
' I was ready to shoot, I don't know the gun hadn't already fired. My finger was tight on the trigger and steadily tightening. I was
anticipating the loud explosion any moment! I had the bead centered on its head, i suspected the ear area, i knew this would drop him
dead... a good head shot. But all of a sudden it turned its face from the dogs to me... It looked me straight in the eye. I could see fear in it's
face, or thought that was what i was seeing... I let some pressure off the trigger... I was still holding the gun on him, still looking down the
barrel... But for some reason, a strange feeling came over me. I looked at him while he looked at me. Then i saw something.... his face
looked human! Too human! We looked at each other a few moment, i really don't know how long. Then still holding the gun to my shoulder i
relaxed and stood up straight. We continued looking at each other. I think he knew i wasn't going to shoot now. He jumped from the tree
into the middle of the dogs, hit some of them as they charged him, then ran not really fast into the deeper woods.'
anticipating the loud explosion any moment! I had the bead centered on its head, i suspected the ear area, i knew this would drop him
dead... a good head shot. But all of a sudden it turned its face from the dogs to me... It looked me straight in the eye. I could see fear in it's
face, or thought that was what i was seeing... I let some pressure off the trigger... I was still holding the gun on him, still looking down the
barrel... But for some reason, a strange feeling came over me. I looked at him while he looked at me. Then i saw something.... his face
looked human! Too human! We looked at each other a few moment, i really don't know how long. Then still holding the gun to my shoulder i
relaxed and stood up straight. We continued looking at each other. I think he knew i wasn't going to shoot now. He jumped from the tree
into the middle of the dogs, hit some of them as they charged him, then ran not really fast into the deeper woods.'
It was at this point Brisco and the dogs retreated to the safety of the dog box and the cab of the truck! I'll let you read the rest of the
story in the book. Hopefully should someone else come in this type contact with a sasquatch they too wont be able to kill it.
Personally I believe that Sasquatch has been here since the beginning of time. It has always been here and should always have a place
among us. It has just as much the right to live here as you and I !
I have no control over the actions of others or other members or future members of ABS (Alabama Bigfoot Society) but I would hope
they too will not kill one except in the event of attack by one. ABS as long as I live will be a NO-KILL organization.
story in the book. Hopefully should someone else come in this type contact with a sasquatch they too wont be able to kill it.
Personally I believe that Sasquatch has been here since the beginning of time. It has always been here and should always have a place
among us. It has just as much the right to live here as you and I !
I have no control over the actions of others or other members or future members of ABS (Alabama Bigfoot Society) but I would hope
they too will not kill one except in the event of attack by one. ABS as long as I live will be a NO-KILL organization.