X-Files

 

Alien_DudeThe Okefenokee X-Files are stories of weird and supernatural occurrences related to the Okefenokee Swamp. These following accounts are documented paranormal stories of the unexplained and the unusual along with some just pretty weird stuff that has all happened in and around the Okefenokee Swamp including: UFO sightings, Alien abductions, Ghost sightings, Hauntings, Big Foot sightings featuring the infamous Skunk Ape and the South Georgia Pig Man .

The Stories: (Skip down for the introduction or click images for each story)

Was It Swamp Gas?AN OKEFENOKEE "JACK-O-MY-LANTERN"A Classic UFO SightingBright Lights, Big SwampAlien AbductionA Headless GhostA CURSE AND THE HANGMAN'S OAKGHOST SPIRIT SIGHTINGSSPECTRES OF THE SWAMP SIGHTINGTHE PIG MAN A.K.A. SASQUATCH SIGHTINGSBIG FOOT AND A NOSE FOR BOOGERSA Swamp ThingA Boy and His BigfootTWO FOR THE SWAMPTHE BIG FOOT BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONDOWN BY THE RIVER, I SAW A YETI

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An Introduction

Long before Europeans or their descendants discovered “The Land of Trembling Earth”, the indigenous tribal peoples who lived in and around the Okefenokee held a fear and reverence for certain supernatural aspects of Okefenokee swamp. The earliest pioneer settlers living around the swamp, all had stories of unexplained phenomenon and strange occurrences related to the Okefenokee.

UFO sightings have been attributed to eerie and unearthly lights generated by so called “Swamp Gas”. Add to this the fact that a swamp is the modern equivalent of the prehistoric dinosaur’s habitat. Then you try to guess, what’s the dominant creature lounging at the top of the swamp food chain, other than man? Why it’s the American Alligator of course. Gators are direct throwback descendants from reptiles of the Mesozoic Era “The Age of Dinosaurs”. Regardless of Okefenokee’s actual age, which is considered very young geologically. This mosaic of wetlands is a fascinating time portal to be able to see and experience some things that would have existed hundreds of millions of years ago.

The allure and lore of Okefenokee, has inspired movie makers, novelists, artists, and storytellers alike. A favorite monster, The Creature of the Black Lagoon was reportedly inspired by visits to the Okefenokee. In the past, a swamp was always portrayed as gloomy, dismal, foreboding and a mysterious place to fear and avoid. Now days some of us have evolved beyond stereotypical misconceptions and possess the enlightened comprehension of what a big southern swamp is and how it functions. Strange and mysterious attributes may come to be appreciated as sublimely unique, unusual, highly enchanting and intimidating naturally occurring features.

Historically human beings journeyed to deserts, mountains and seas seeking inspiration and enlightenment. Mankind just may have overlooked this primordial nexus, the nursery and catalyst of lifeforms on our planet.

Numerous extraordinary events have occurred and continually seem to pop up in and around the Okefenokee. We hope you will find these case studies interesting, thought provoking and worth the visit.

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WAS IT SWAMP GAS?

This is my true story. I {Steve Knight, co-author and co-owner of this website and business} can attest to it because this is my personal story. After hanging around the planet over half a century, I’ve decided to say to hell with what anyone might think or say. I’m telling it like it is. For many years I seldom mentioned this event in my life because of the reaction it received from a sizable percentage of listeners.

At the time, when I was much much younger, I was even accused of being under the influence of drug-induced hallucinations. Let me say now, that it couldn’t be further from the truth. I was very young at the time and admittedly a part of the 60’s generation who did inhale but rest assured, this was not the circumstance of the incident I am about to relate.

In my 60+ years, I have seen and experienced many strange and bizarre things in various locales around the globe. The events of that night have stuck with me as particularly strange, unexplainable and chillingly vivid. It’s almost as though it happened to me yesterday.

South Georgia and North Florida have some very lonely and incredibly dark two-lane highways. I was a young college student at the time, over forty years ago. I had driven to Atlanta for the weekend with my friend John Casbon from Cocoa Beach. We both attended the same small college in northern Florida. John had been visiting a brother in Atlanta and I had been home visiting my family. It was getting late on this last part of the Sunday night return trip, a little after 10 pm. We were not too distant from the Okefenokee Swamp where the road gets terribly lonely and dark with long stretches of nothing but pine trees containing few breaks or clearings for farms or pasture. John was driving and I had been dozing off for an hour or so with my head against the passenger window.

I was startled awake by my friend punching me and saying, “Hey wake up, there’s something out there!” Groggily I responded, “What, what’s up? What are you talking about?” “There’s a light out there and it’s following us.” John said, pointing in the direction of outside my passenger window. I straightened up in my seat and turned to look out the window. I saw a light off in the distance. “Aw, John it’s only a farm house light, did you have to wake me up” I replied grumpily. “No! No! It’s not! Just keep looking at it! You’ll see! Just look!” he said. Gazing back out the window my back began to stiffen and the hair on the back of my neck stood up as goose pimples covered my whole body. We were speeding at over 75 miles per hour down this highway and the light was not getting any smaller or fading away behind us. Minutes passed and this odd light was staying dead even with us. You could tell the light was traveling at a velocity equal to ours because you could see trees passing in front of and behind the thing as it tracked us, barreling down the highway.

“Holy Shit!” I babbled, “What the hell is this thing!” “I don’t know” John answered, “but I’ve seen a similar thing like it before. “Once when I was driving a desolate stretch of road near Satellite Beach, a light like this one followed me for awhile and then just disappeared.” he blurted.

My bug eyes were glued to the object as more time passed. Then it really got weird. The light started moving ahead of our car, and then dropping back. It moved ahead then dropped back several times in succession. Then the light seemed to drop farther behind us for a minute or so and then to our amazement it crossed the highway and came up along the opposite side, the driver’s side of the car. All the while we are racing down this road, the only car on the highway, our headlights and this strange luminescence were the only things cutting through the oblivion.

“This is too much!” I exhaled “ We’ve got to find out what this thing is.” “The next clearing or cow pasture we come to, pull over and stop. Let’s see what it is!” As fate would have it, the next clearing was a huge open area in the trees, a vast field of some sort. On the driver’s side, the same side the object was on. The car slowed, rumbling across the highway to the opposite shoulder of the road. The light also slowed with us keeping pace, then stopped in this pasture out in the middle of nowhere. I asked John to turn the car off, which he did.

Now it was quiet, no sound except for the crickets, frogs and other natural night noise. We were both mesmerized by this thing glowing in the distance. We listened for sounds; a hint of something electrical or mechanical there was nothing. We heard no hum, no whine, no motor sounds, absolutely no sound at all emanating from this weird light.

The object itself was an eerie looking triangular glowing shape, having the base of the triangle toward the ground. The glowing triangle seemed to pulsate almost like a beating heart with pulsating white and purplish light instead of blood. It was extremely hard to calculate the size of this thing, because it seemed to be only light. It could have been small, the size of a VW Beetle, or it could have been large, the size of a house. We couldn’t tell.

I do remember staring in amazement at the ground underneath this thing. I think it was the dew on the grass. It was sparkling. You could see all these reflections, a sort of purplish white light twinkling off the dewdrops on the grass. What a sight, we were speechless staring at this thing as the minutes ticked by. I was sprawled over John in the drivers seat the both of us transfixed out the window. Then it started to move. It seemed to move right towards us, or maybe was growing in size. Like I’ve said, it was very hard to define because it was light. It really seemed to be coming towards us.

Abruptly, John said, “Whoa! That’s enough! I’m out a here.” He pushed me aside, turned the key and the car’s engine coughed to life, he gunned it and we peeled dirt and grass back on to the highway. I was shocked and disappointed because I didn’t get to see what would happen. At that particular moment I did not want to deal with John who had made a very firm decision to get out of there.

Now we were back on the road, rocketing down the highway at over 80 mph, still being shadowed by the glowing triangle. Exasperated, John rasped “ We’ve got to tell someone about this. Call somebody or something.”

I was somewhat familiar with the highway from previous trips and vaguely remembered a cross roads with a gas station up ahead a few miles. “Lets try to make a phone call from the gas station when we get there.” I told him. Minutes later, we came up on the cross roads with the gas station, it was closed of course. There was a house back behind the station and you could see someone had a light on but more importantly, we spied a pay phone at the intersection. We pulled up to the phone and parked, our eyes still trained on this incredible light that had been following us. The light seemed to be much further away now and was looking more like a low star twinkling thru the trees.

We decided to call the house where I was living because I had several roommates and we might possibly convince one of them to come investigate. We put money in the coin phone, dialed the number and one of my roommates answered “Hello.” I started talking to him but got only a “Hello” “Hello!” “Hello!” The roommate then hung up, he couldn’t hear me. This was too strange. We decided to get the operator to place the call. She did so and as soon as the call went through, we lost sight of the object. We never saw it again.

My roommates and others ridiculed us mercilessly about our experience but we both knew what happened out there that night.

I have lost touch with John. I had a chance meeting with an In-Law of John’s six or seven years ago who told me he was in New Orleans and was some sort of politician.

This weird event touched me. I’ve always been curious about what it all meant. I have not had another encounter like it in the years since.

Not being a writer, please forgive my grammar transgressions.

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AN OKEFENOKEE “JACK-O-MY-LANTERN”

Hamp Mizell an old time resident and an extraordinary storyteller of the Okefenokee, tells of an experience he had one night in the swamp seeing a light on the side of the road. He said it looked like a burning stump floating in the air through trees. He called it Jack-O-My-Lantern.

“It wasn’t no moving light, but I’ll tell you what it done. I’d been hunting with a chum of mine, and one of my dogs follered him when he went home. And a day or two later I went after him. Got on a horse and went in the night. In turning back, I saw something right aside the road. I thought it was a stump burning. It looked like a big ball of firecoal a-shining. But I knew there was no fire there when I went along, and it hadn’t been long. It was right in front of an old house that had been standing there for years without anybody finishing building it. But when I got near enough, within about twenty-five feet of it, it just disappeared. I was intending to investigate it. I’ve always made it a rule to investigate anything I seen. I don’t believe in haints—don’t believe in witchery.”

The “Swamp Talk” Glossary talks about “jack-o-my-lantern” as being an unidentified spherical light, hovering above the ground and visible only at night. Lang Johns saw one near an Indian mound on Bugaboo Island. The observance of this phenomenon is thought to be the same as other similar sightings referred to as “Swamp Gas” or “Will-O-The-Wisp” or “Foxfire.”

The above story was taken from “OKEFENOKEE ALBUM” Authored by Francis Harper and Delma E. Presley, The University of Georgia Press.

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A CLASSIC UFO SIGHTING

An unusual UFO was sighted on the east side of the swamp in May 1998, the description varies. The sighting was observed over a several mile area in a north to south direction. The editor of a local newspaper gave a brief description of the UFO in an editorial. The UFO was described as a large shiny black object, which hovered for some time then, broke apart into quite a few smaller objects, which flew, away in different directions. A certified UFO investigating team investigated the sightings. The results of this investigation are unavailable to us at this time. Update 2009: Still no plausible explanation has ever been given for this sighting.

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Alien AbductionALIEN ABDUCTION

In early 1996, a former Everglades National Park Ranger on a vacation from upstate New York visited Okefenokee’s West side for canoeing and bird watching.He put his canoe in at Stephen Foster Park and paddled over to Billy’s Island. He did not return to the Park, his canoe was found that evening on Billy’s Island. Federal, state and local officials immediately started a search, which escalated over the next few days and weeks, to an extremely extensive search for the man.

Exhaustive searches of Billy’s Island were conducted, hand to hand searches combing the entire Island, turned up nothing. Bloodhounds were brought in, the hounds could not pick up a scent beyond a small loop, they turned up nothing. Heat seeking infrared helicopters were brought in, sensitive enough to identify small animals this man weighed over 300lbs, they turned up nothing. Cadaver sniffing dogs were brought in , they turned up nothing.

All hope was almost given up until one day some 40+ days after the disappearance, a bedraggled man was seen by a boater leaning against a tree near the waters edge on Billy’s Island. A day after this sighting, a dazed man identified himself to some passing canoeists as the missing man.

He was brought to a local hospital in a confused and disoriented state. He was not very informative as to what happened to him. The man insisted that he had been on the Island wandering aimlessly the whole time, living off the land. Billy’s Island is a small well used island, federal, state and local officials involved in the searches do not buy his story.

The man has never publicly stated he was abducted. Speculation around the swamp is that he was taken without his knowledge from the island and then returned sometime after the search had been scaled down, with his memory seemingly erased . A classic UFO abduction.

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BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG SWAMP, A UFO or SWAMP GAS

This information about a very nearby sighting was sent to Okefenokee X-Files from a respected source . I have lived in the area all my life except for a few years in the military. About 15 or so years ago, I was dating a girl who lived about a mile from the swamp entrance. I stayed over at her house till near midnight one night, watching for falling stars during a meteor shower. As it was a moonlit night and the road out to the main highway was white sand, I was idling along with no lights on trying to catch a glimpse of any falling stars. I hadn’t gone very far when something very strange happened. I saw a very bright white light about the size of a basketball and as bright as a vapor lamp flying through the pine trees ahead of me and to my right. It seemed to be moving about 60 miles an hour and was maybe 6 or 7 feet off the ground. I thought it was going to come out of the woods right on top of me and I hit my brakes. As soon as I hit my brakes it was as if it saw my brake lights and it immediately went back the way it had come. It didn’t seem to turn around but simply reversed direction in an instant. I then turned my lights on bright and drove about 90 mph to my home. I later went back to see if maybe I had somehow seen a car’s headlights or a streetlamp or something. I determined that the woods were too thick and the highway and nearest streetlamp were much too far away. I still don’t know what it was that I saw, but it was very startling to say the least.

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More Ghostly Tales

Some of the following stories are from “Weird Georgia” by Author Jim Miles. These stories relating to the Okefenokee are only a smattering of the “good stuff” contained in his book. ~ Okefenokee X Files

GEORGIA GIANTS IN THE EARTH

Local legend around the Okefenokee Swamp Area of Georgia and Florida holds that Spanish explorers who ventured into the vast area swore the forests turned into giant warriors who launched showers of arrows at them. Today phantom deer, bears, and panthers that can only be killed by special bullets roam the islands at night, and on stormy nights ghost slave ships slip up the Saint Mary’s River amid sounds of clanking chains that can be clearly heard by observers. Skeleton crews sail the boats up this winding waterway to unload their forbidden cargo on isolated sandbars.

During the 1920s a railroad was built to transport lumber out of the swamp. While crossing Floyd’s Island, the largest in the swamp, it became necessary to cut through an extensive half-moon-shaped Indian mound. Within it workers found the skeletons of several giant sized men accompanied by pottery and beads.

Tom Chesser, who owned Chesser Island in Charlton County, had a sizable mound in his backyard. In 1969 he told the Atlanta Journal and Constitution Magazine that a professor from a northern university hired him to excavate the mound in the 1920s. They discovered thirteen skeletons in all.

“Some of the skeletons were crossed,” Chesser said, “one on top of the other. Some were face down. All of them were perfect when they were first discovered. Teeth even still had some glaze on them, but when air struck, it crumbled them. They were giants. Those Jawbones would go over my whole face.”

Chesser Island is now a part of the Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge. The Chesser homestead is a part of the Refuge System’s Heritage Preservation program. The Indian Mound referred to along with an informational kiosk containing more information on these Gigantic pre-Georgians is located on the grounds of the Chesser Homestead. Chesser Island can be visited only from the East Entrance to Okefenokee, located directly across from Okefenokee Pastimes, host of this website.

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A HEADLESS GHOST

An Okefenokee area ghost tradition, this one dating to the 1930s, owes its existence to the railroad. A man fishing along the tracks at Henson Creek, near Manor, fell asleep one night with the rails as his pillow. A train appeared, sounding its whistle frantically, but there was no response. Steel wheels kept on rolling, and the fisher person was high landered.

Now for a twist. The legend is that the body can be seen walking the rails at night swinging a phantom lantern in search of its head. Kevin Dial claims that his grandfather went in search of the “shade” one night. Sure enough, it approached, solid white and six feet tall, walking directly toward Gramps, who fired a futile shot before fleeing.

Okefenokee X files wishes to thank the author and publisher of “Weird Georgia” for the contributions.

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A CURSE AND THE HANGMAN’S OAK

Trader’s Hill was a flourishing port for water trade in the frontier southeastern region. This small outpost community, compared to the surrounding settlements of the time, was an active metropolis. Begun as a trading post in 1755, the village, about five miles south of Folkston, Ga. survived until the early 1900’s on the river that once separated the royal colony of Georgia from the Spanish holdings and the Seminole nations to the south.

At the end of Main Street stood a huge, old oak, “The Hangman’s Oak” of Trader’s Hill. It was said the old oak could tell story upon story of mysterious events around the riverbank village. In the autumn of 1840, this massive tree played a major role in a mysterious drama, as reported by Troy Jones in the Charlton County Herald.

An elderly Indian, named Suanee, accused of stealing some goods from the general store and of killing the owner, had been captured and placed in the town jail. If he escaped he could swim thirty yards to safety; therefore he was well guarded. Escape into Florida from Trader’s Hill was frequently “made good” since the Saint Mary’s River is only a short distance and very narrow at this point.

Suanee had prepared for this day. His grandfather, for whom the river Suwannee was named, it is said, had told him to starve himself until he could easily slip through the cell bars if he should ever become a prisoner of the white man. This he did. But his feebleness would not allow the old warrior freedom.

A speedy trial and he was carried to the huge oak for execution. When the noose was placed around his neck. The Indian prayed; he then lifted his head and spoke, “May the curse of my father’s spirit and mine be placed among the people as long as there is a Trader’s Hill.” Not paying any heed to the defiant old warrior, the people, after hanging him, went on about their way. But all was not settled.

One night as the villagers were attending a county dance, a bright light cast its beam in the eyes of the merrymakers; astonished, they looked toward this phenomenon. The gleam came from the oak. Accompanying the glow, a low moan whined throughout the countryside. Immediately, so writes Jones, people began to leave their homes and Trader’s Hill.

Some who visit the lonely ridge today assert that on certain nights the light can still be seen and the distant sound of moaning is still heard.

The above story was taken from the book “This Magic Wilderness” authored by Robert Latimer Hurst.

and some More Ghostly Tales as reported to the Okefenokee X Files

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GHOST SPIRIT SIGHTINGS

A log cabin on Okefenokee’s East Side by an area called Camp Cornelia on Trail Ridge is where this haunting took place in the early 1990′s. A former Refuge volunteer, who resided in the cabin, reported strange visitations of Spirits. The Spirits were Native American Indians in full regalia. These spirits were not aware of the walls and boundaries of the cabin, but seemed attached to the land the cabin was on. They seemingly went about their daily tribal existence without concern.

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SPECTRES OF THE SWAMP SIGHTING

This one was reported in January 1998 on Trail Ridge, the ancient geological feature which makes up the eastern boundary of the swamp. A traveler on vacation and hiking near the boardwalk area was surprised by the sound of drums in the distant piney woods. Native American spectres carrying objects and walking swiftly in a single file line were sighted off in the distance heading south on the ridge. The vacationer did not linger long to watch the procession. He reported no sense of hostility, but felt uneasy as if he was seeing something he should not be observing.

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SWAMP RELATED BIG FOOT X-FILES

THE PIG MAN A.K.A. SASQUATCH SIGHTINGS

It has been many years since a sighting, but old swampers would call him the South Georgia Pig Man. Over the years reported sightings have persisted in and around the South Georgia swamp areas, especially deep in the remote recesses of the Okefenokee swamp.

Reports describe the creature as a large ape like being, that walks upright, has abundant hair and a nose similar to a pig. Observers have commented on a skunk like odor that has accompanied the sightings. There have been no reports of hostility or aggression, in fact the creature was referred to as timid and shy with sad expressive eyes.

These Okefenokee area sightings have many details in common with creature sightings documented in the Everglades. A very similar missing link referred to as the Florida Skunk Ape. Could it be possible these beings are related genetically?

Before development transformed Florida, these man like creatures might have migrated. One of their routes could have been by way of the Kissimmee River Valley up along the Lake Wales Ridge to the extensive game rich swamps associated with the St. John’s River Basin.

The migration would have passed right by what is today the city of Jacksonville onward to the Okefenokee and beyond.

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BIG FOOT AND A NOSE FOR BOOGERS

This information was sent to Okefenokee X-Files from a respected source about a creature sighted occasionally in a place just to the south of Okefenokee near Palatka, Florida.

This Abominable Snowman of rural Putnam County Florida is called “The Bardin Booger”, named for the small community nearby the sightings. The Booger has been spotted along isolated creeks that meander through the woods to the St. Johns River. Reports on the “Booger” have him up to 8 feet tall, very hairy, walking upright, footprints to 18″ long and 8″ wide, a pug nose and smelling really bad.

Stories of “Yeti” type creatures in the Southeast such as the Skunk Ape, the Booger and the Pig Man have many common threads. It seems that only in isolated, remote, and sparsely populated areas are humans able to be aware of these missing links.

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A SWAMP THING

The Okefenokee Swamp was truly a land of mystery in June 1829, when the Milledgeville Statesman published a bizarre story about it. The tale was related by a John Ostean, “residing on the borders of this swamp in Ware County,” and others who lived on the opposite side in Florida. Locals had long heard from Creek Indians of an enchanted island inhabited by “mortals of super-human dimensions and incomparable beauty.” The story goes that two men and a boy had taken advantage of a long dry spell and pushed deep into the swamp for two weeks to seek this island. However, “their progress suddenly arrested at the appearance of the print of a foot-step so unearthly in its dimensions, so ominous of power, and terrible in form,” that they paused. The print was eighteen inches long and nine inches across, the stride of this giant over six feet. The party hastily returned and spread the tale of the “Man Mountain.”

Hearing the story, nine Florida hunters ventured into the swamp. After several days’ journey, they found a similar print and others. The men followed the tracks for several days and had camped on a ridge when two of their members “simultaneously discharged at an advancing and ferocious wild beast” whose screams made the swamp “reverberate with a deafening roar.” The creature came “full in their view advancing upon them with a terrible look… Our little band instinctively gathered close in a body, and presented their rifles. The huge being, nothing daunted, bounded upon his victims, and in the same instant received the contents of seven rifles. But he did not die alone; nor until he had glutted his wrath with the death of five of them, which he effected by wringing off the head from the body.” The four surviving men examined the prostrate giant as it died, “wallowing and roaring. His length was thirteen feet, and his breadth and volume of just proportions.” Fearing the struggle might have alerted similar beings; the men gathered their comrades’ guns and fled for home.

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A BOY AND HIS BIG FOOT

This report was forwarded to the Georgia Swamp Ape Research Center, GSARC and detailed an encounter in the Okefenokee Swamp. While a fourteen-year-old boy and his family were camping on the West side at Stephen Foster State Park in 1972, the boy was walking along a waterway when he heard footsteps behind him, drawing closer. He assumed it was his siblings. “I figured they were going to scare me, and I decided to let them sneak up and I would jump out and scare them.” Moments later “a thing that looked like a cross between a chimpanzee and a little man” approached along the path. “It saw me and let out a sound like from hell,” then crouched down and nimbly sprung on the boy. “It knocked me down and tried to get its teeth in (to) my neck. I screamed. I thought I was dead.”

Fortunately, the youngster’s parents heard the scream and shouted back. “It raised up real slow and sniffed the air for a few seconds,” he continued. “Then it just got up and walked into the canal and swam across to the other side,” disappearing into the woods.

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TWO FOR THE SWAMP

These two swamp stories have sites but no dates.

Two farmers were deer hunting near the Waycross side of the swamp and observed a seven-and-a-half-foot-tall creature covered with grayish brown hair crossing the Southern Railroad tracks. The creature stopped and stared at them for a while, and they stared back. The huge humanoid finally lumbered off disappearing into the swamp.

Some years ago a family visiting their grandmothers house at the Okefenokee Swamp were passing the time fishing. Suddenly, the mother “began screaming and pointing at this thing that was carrying away our stringer,” said a man who was twelve at the time and related the story recently to the GEORGIA SWAMP APE RESEARCH CENTER. The creature was thirty yards distant, loping along a creek. The father shouted angrily at the animal and pursued until he got close “and it turned around and screamed at us.”

The father turned and ran, quickly gathering the family into the car and leaving. That night Granny informed the family “she heard stuff around all the time but stayed in the house at night.”

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THE BIG FOOT BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION

The Georgia Swamp Ape Research Center, like a number of other organizations around the globe, was set up to study and investigate the existence of big hairy and smelly hominids, a semi-recognized science called crypto zoology. The GSARC concentrates mainly on the study and documentation of Georgia’s Bigfoot creatures.

Bigfoot had been generally considered a resident of the deep woods of the Northwest. Consider the Southeast, with many areas that are largely wilderness, sporting huge tracts of woods, extensive systems of rivers and creeks, vast swamps and areas that like the Okefenokee, are for all practical purposes inaccessible to humans.

The GSARC believed that Southern Bigfoots are seven to nine feet in height, with attendant long strides. They average eight hundred pounds, are covered in hair, and give off horrid odors. The organization proposes the creatures have always lived in the region and point to the Indian legends of huge hairy spirits who lived in the swamps and woodlands as well as the monster stories told by the early settlers to this region.

Sightings of Bigfoot in Georgia are often associated with arrangements of trees and limbs into territorial markers. Researchers have found trees stripped of bark to a height of twelve feet and some trees were broken and twisted in such a way it was obviously a creature much stronger than any human. Cattle and deer are occasionally found brutally killed by something, possessing an appetite for certain internal organs.

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DOWN BY THE RIVER, I SAW A YETI

This information was forwarded to the X-Files by a reliable source.

Printed as submitted.

When I was a boy, some 20 something years ago, my daddy and I were fishing bush hooks at night in the St. Marys River a little north of the swamp. We were in a little john boat and had a flashlight lantern to see by. We had paddled up into a small lake just off the main river when I heard something that scared me. I heard something BIG tromping through the woods between us and the main river. It sounded like it walked on two legs by the rhythm of its strides. It paused for a second and then made a gigantic SPLASH! The boat rocked as the waves from the splash reached us. I was terrified, but my daddy had the flashlight in one hand and a big catfish on a bush hook in the other and I couldn’t see anything behind me where the noise was. After a few seconds of splashing, I heard whatever it was climb up the opposite bank and continue crashing on down the river bank away from us. I don’t know for sure what it was, but I think it was too big and too heavy to have been a deer. I suppose it could have been a bear, but it sounded like it was tromping through on two legs and I’m sure it could see us and wasn’t fearful in the least to jump into the water almost on top of us. I was more concerned with staying away from that area the next day than I was of trying to look for any tracks from the night before. A few months later, I rode my bicycle down to the same general area and walked down the riverbank to fish a little. There were no cars or other people there when I arrived. After a little while, I heard some commotion back towards the landing where I had left my bike. I walked out to find my bike knocked over and my tackle box rolled. I didn’t see anyone or any vehicles, but in the mud near my bike was big footprints pressed down deep. I didn’t recognize them as bear prints but they seemed to be oversized man tracks. I gathered up my stuff and half rode and half ran the mile or so back home! That cured me of wanting to go fishing down there for quite a while.

OKEFENOKEE X-FILES is an ongoing project searching for reliable information to be updated periodically.

Okefenokee X-Files wishes to thank all who have contributed their stories, without you the X-Files would not exist.

The Okefenokee X-Files needs your help. If you have visited this area or you are now living here or have ever lived around the swamp and know of an unexplained occurrence, event or an unusual story, PLEASE we would like to know about it. So Please, contact us.

The two of us are the Okefenokee X-Files investigation team. We are the Fox Mulder and Dana Scully of these X-Files. Do not expect us to look as attractive and sexy as the “TV or Movie” versions. Remember, this is after all, Southern Georgia. Here at Okefenokee where we live, people don’t look very “Hollywood”, Holly weird - maybe./p>

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