I’m Wayne Tillett, cartoonist/ blogger & now a BFRO investigator
Join me on my search for the elusive creatures we call bigfoots.
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Join me on my search for the elusive creatures we call bigfoots.
Real stories
Real people
Real evidence
Real investigations
Ladies and gentlemen: the stories you are about to read are true. Some of the names and places have been changed to protect the Sasquatch.
Come for the Toons stay for the Squatching!
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In February of this year I had the honor of being invited to a private bigfooting expedition in the sunshine state! It was organized by two Floridian friends of mine that often drive to Tennessee for our hunts.
It was the least I could do to return the favor, right? We had just gone through a particularly nasty week of ice and snow in the land of country music and screaming bachelorette powered pedal taverns. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
Unfortunately, this was going to be one of those expeditions where I will have to exit a bit early. Already booked for a caricature gig in Nashville on Saturday afternoon, I would need to hit the road Friday night.
This would also mean I’d miss the Saturday evening get together with a husband and wife couple that live in north Florida. We were invited to meet and check out the estate of a famous Bigfoot sighting. Their story has been featured on a few episodes of Finding Bigfoot. They also have reported that there is still activity going on to this day.
Still, a little over 2 days in the endless Florida pine tree forests and white sandy roads was looking good to me. I would just have to find a Sasquatch in half the time as everyone else is all.
It could happen!
The road to north Florida was very long from middle Tennessee. I actually lived and worked in Orlando for 10 or 12 years in the 90`s and early 2000`s. Got married and started my family down there as a matter of fact. Strange thing was, I had never visited the pan handle side of the state.
Soon, I was seeing the familiar flat green fields of grass and palm trees litter the landscape. The place we were investigating that week was situated in a state park. A huge state park.
There had been reports for years of scary large dark creatures entering camps at night or seen leaping across the service roads from the trees on each side.
You know, the usual.
I drove through miles and miles of preserved new-growth forest. Along white sandy roads with seemingly endless rows of tall planted pines reaching to the cool blue sky. I could see how easy it would be to daytime squatch down here. If one was making it’s way through the woods within 200 or 300 yards, the lumbering beast would be fairly easy to track.
Obviously, laying eyes on one of these things isn’t that easy but if one was careless enough, then this would be the place to spot it.
I can’t stress how massive an area this park is. Literally miles and miles of nothing but trees, sandy earth, palm fronds and lakes. Private residences did dot the landscape here and there, but few and far between. Once at camp, I met with my fellow team members to hatch a plan for the night’s activities.
But first, let’s enjoy this day that planet Earth has given us…
Aahhhh, that’s better!
After my little siesta we loaded up to check out our surroundings. We were told by the group leader that there have been many sightings in and around the very camping site we were staying in. He took us to a batch of woods not very far away where he had once been scared back to his vehicle by something large and growling in a thicket of old growth.
That night we excitedly ventured out to some of these spots. Unfortunately we didn’t have any activity other than a trio of pesky bobcats that followed behind for awhile. Easily seen on my thermal monocular, I commented that they must smell my cat gang on my clothes!
Did I mention that the weather had been perfect. Mid 70`s to low 80`s with a gentle breeze by day. No clouds or rain above and a comfortable 60`s at night for sleeping. Perfection.
The following day we went on a few sunny hikes and noticed right away that the terrain along the roads was perfect for identifying shallow tracks of whatever passed that way in the last few days. We identified the aforementioned bobcat, coyote, a multitude of birds and lizards as well. No squatches though.
That night, more nocturnal investigations along darkened river banks and scary winding roads into the thick Florida bush.
We performed the compulsory knocks and howls but with no return communications. At one point we heard an awful screeching fight in the trees, to our left. We debunked it by reasoning that it was probably our pesky bobcat friends arguing with one another.
‘We did hear a few large water splashes at the same time from that same general area. They were either wet cats getting a good soak to cool their jets or maybe a gator or 2 leaving the area in a huff from all the hubbub.
The next day was my my last at camp. As I was preparing for the hike ahead I was asked if I’d like to change my plans. Jump in and ride along to the coast for a nice lunch of oysters on the half shell, crispy fish tacos and ice cold beer at a popular beach bar?
Ok, if you’re going to twist my arm…
On the ride over we passed through a treacherous stretch of woods appropriately named Tate’s Hell and stopped for a beautiful view over a mile or so of classic Florida swampy goodness. Once again, great place to set up and just observe the landscape for the Skunk Apes to peak their heads up.
As long as the oysters and cold beer holds out, of course!
That afternoon, back at camp I said my goodbyes as I loaded my gear to head home. Curious this time that I wasn’t that upset about leaving so early.
What was it I wondered?
I mean, we had literally no cryptid activity the 2 days and nights I was there.
Was that it?
No, I think it was because I got what I came for.
Good weather, great laughs and food, time with my squatching gang in the woods and a chance to reconnect with a dear, dear old friend… Florida.
P.S. They had pretty good activity that last night for a reported hour or so of return howls and knocks. Dang it!
I mean, good for them.
Till next time…
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