How Bigfoot killed my father
On April 19, 2007, my father Lloyd Holmes and I, Josiah Holmes, decided to take a camping trip in the wonderful hills of Yosemite National Park. In what was supposed to be a lovely week of father and son bonding, it quickly turned into a true quest of survival. Two days after Bigfoot murdered my father and left me bloodied and beaten in a nearby ditch, park rangers finally arrive to the scene of the crime to rescue me.
It's been over two years since this heinous attack took place. Left with one hand, one testicle,a crooked pinky toe, and a severe drug addiction, I will now head back west and seek my vengeance. I will endure many adventures, conflicts, and obstacles along the way, but nothing will stop me from conquering this beast. Bigfoot took the life of my father, my best friend, and my hero, and I will have no mercy on his soul.
I dedicate this search to all who have been hurt by this beast, and I will not rest until vengeance is served.
The Search begins
Log Book: November 11, 2009
Its been over two years since my life was changed forever. After what was supposed to be a lovely father and son vacation in the Northern California hills of Yosemite National Park, it soon turned to "The Trip From Hell." After a long day of traveling we decided to stop and set up camp. Leaving my father to put up the tent, I went out to gather fire wood. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my father alive.
After hearing shouting coming from our camp area, I rushed back. I noticed my father being pummeled and beaten by what seemed to be a bear. In an attempt to rescue my father from this animals ape like paws, I was immediatly thrown into a nearby ditch. Being unable to move my legs and losing feeling in my left upper thigh/crotch region all the way down to my foot, I lyed in that ditch and witnessed the heinous slaughtering of my father. I new then that I would soon be his next victim. Moments later, however, we made what I can only describe as an intimate moment of eye to eye contact. He presumed to walk slowly towards me, tilting his head to the left with a very sympathetic look in his eyes. As he approached my motionless body he reached down and softly caressed my hand. Then in an instant and with no hesitation he opened his mouth and took a big bite down tearing into my wrist and all the way through the bone. Then I went into what I can only explain as sudden shock, I was twitching and shaking as though I was having a seizure. Within seconds I lost consciousness. Bigfoot had just done the unimaginable. He had just killed my father, destroyed my vehicle, taken my clothes, ate all my food, destroyed all of my money, and left me to die in that ditch with one hand, one testicle and what later was diagnosed as a broken a pinky toe
The chase begins
I was then awoke in a hospital bed by a beautiful nurse who explained to me that after two nights in the hills I was eventually rescued by Park Rangers. I then tried explaining to her what had happened, after having little success convincing her that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me in this state, I demanded to speak to the rangers who found me. Once again explaining my story to the rangers and also to a few more nosey hospital workers listening in through the curtain, I wound up being put in a loony bin. After 36 days of eating nothing but pills and trying to block out the nightmares of what I had been through, I managed to somehow break myself out of that hell hole.
Since excaping the loony house almost 2 years ago, I've devoted my life to researching everything about Bigfoot. I have studied where he sleeps in the winter to where he sleeps in the summer. I've learned what he eats, and I've learned what he's attracted too. I now feel ready and very confident that I will find and destroy him. I have properly prepared for this grueling quest, and I will now seek my vengeance and redemption
Log Book: November 12, 2009
I have finally saved up enough money so I can buy the proper supplies for my "Hunt for Bigfoot." Mark my words, as long as my heart is still pounding, that son of a bitch will not get away with wrecking my life. I must get closure on this tragedy. No matter how long it takes, I will find that hairy bastard and put him 6 feet under, which is right where he belongs.
I will be setting off on my voyage into the mountains of Wyoming and Montana on february 1st. So that only gives me three more months of hands-on training. This is my destiny, Bigfoot will pay for what he did.
Log book: November 13, 2009
So today I headed to the halloween usa store and bought a couple of Bigfoot outfits. I am a bit out of shape right now, and of course I only have one hand, and a hook hand, so i am going to start slow. I bought a child size bigfoot costume, a teen size bigfoot costume, and an adult sized bigfoot costume. I will first start with taking down a dressed up mini bigfoot, so in order to do this I had to go to the local elementary school and find some of the baddest SOB's walking the playground. I found only one kid though, but he was 4'8'' and a lean, mean fighting machine. He dominated those monkey bars, and you should of seen how high he could get on that swing. I figure if I can find one more like him, then I can dress em' up as minifoot's and have them hide in the woods and I will find them with my bigfoot instinct (its like my 6th sense). I think if I can pass that test, then i'll move on to mediumfoot training. (video footage will be coming soon).Bigfoot is going down
Log Book: November 14, 2009
Well I just conived my out of going to jail. However, I think I might be spending 30 days in mental institution again. I was again searching for prospective minifoots at the local elementary and I was approached by a undercover policeman, who was there because there was a tip of a strange man in his mid 20's lingering around the playgrounds yesterday,(what a sicko). So the policeman asked, " Sir, why are you in the playgrounds watching and staring at little kids?" I respond "I am scouting for little kids to dress up in a costume, and then possibly filming them attacking me." The Policeman then responds with "why?" So I told him, "I need to practice for my hunt for bigfoot, but I need to start training first." the policeman stood there staring at me like I was nutz, but I assured him I was no sicko trying to get little kids to come home with me. i also told him if he let me stay for a little bit longer i will keep an eye out for that sick SOB who was at the playgrounds yesterday. The policeman responds with " well sir, that sick SOB from yesterday was described to me as someone who fits your exact description." I just stood there blank, and had no response. Did this guy really think I am child predator? Look at me do i look like a creepo? then i thought to myself "well yes i probably do, and me giving out candy probably doesn't help either." So i agreed to leave immediatly. The policeman escorted me off the grounds and asked one last question "Are you really looking for Bigfoot?' I gave a very determined look, and said "That is my destiny sir, he killed my father, ate all my food, stole my clothes and money, and left me with one testicle, five fingers, and a now crooked, once broken pinky toe." and away i walked into the woods (its a short cut home
On April 19, 2007, my father Lloyd Holmes and I, Josiah Holmes, decided to take a camping trip in the wonderful hills of Yosemite National Park. In what was supposed to be a lovely week of father and son bonding, it quickly turned into a true quest of survival. Two days after Bigfoot murdered my father and left me bloodied and beaten in a nearby ditch, park rangers finally arrive to the scene of the crime to rescue me.
It's been over two years since this heinous attack took place. Left with one hand, one testicle,a crooked pinky toe, and a severe drug addiction, I will now head back west and seek my vengeance. I will endure many adventures, conflicts, and obstacles along the way, but nothing will stop me from conquering this beast. Bigfoot took the life of my father, my best friend, and my hero, and I will have no mercy on his soul.
I dedicate this search to all who have been hurt by this beast, and I will not rest until vengeance is served.
The Search begins
Log Book: November 11, 2009
Its been over two years since my life was changed forever. After what was supposed to be a lovely father and son vacation in the Northern California hills of Yosemite National Park, it soon turned to "The Trip From Hell." After a long day of traveling we decided to stop and set up camp. Leaving my father to put up the tent, I went out to gather fire wood. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my father alive.
After hearing shouting coming from our camp area, I rushed back. I noticed my father being pummeled and beaten by what seemed to be a bear. In an attempt to rescue my father from this animals ape like paws, I was immediatly thrown into a nearby ditch. Being unable to move my legs and losing feeling in my left upper thigh/crotch region all the way down to my foot, I lyed in that ditch and witnessed the heinous slaughtering of my father. I new then that I would soon be his next victim. Moments later, however, we made what I can only describe as an intimate moment of eye to eye contact. He presumed to walk slowly towards me, tilting his head to the left with a very sympathetic look in his eyes. As he approached my motionless body he reached down and softly caressed my hand. Then in an instant and with no hesitation he opened his mouth and took a big bite down tearing into my wrist and all the way through the bone. Then I went into what I can only explain as sudden shock, I was twitching and shaking as though I was having a seizure. Within seconds I lost consciousness. Bigfoot had just done the unimaginable. He had just killed my father, destroyed my vehicle, taken my clothes, ate all my food, destroyed all of my money, and left me to die in that ditch with one hand, one testicle and what later was diagnosed as a broken a pinky toe
The chase begins
I was then awoke in a hospital bed by a beautiful nurse who explained to me that after two nights in the hills I was eventually rescued by Park Rangers. I then tried explaining to her what had happened, after having little success convincing her that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me in this state, I demanded to speak to the rangers who found me. Once again explaining my story to the rangers and also to a few more nosey hospital workers listening in through the curtain, I wound up being put in a loony bin. After 36 days of eating nothing but pills and trying to block out the nightmares of what I had been through, I managed to somehow break myself out of that hell hole.
Since excaping the loony house almost 2 years ago, I've devoted my life to researching everything about Bigfoot. I have studied where he sleeps in the winter to where he sleeps in the summer. I've learned what he eats, and I've learned what he's attracted too. I now feel ready and very confident that I will find and destroy him. I have properly prepared for this grueling quest, and I will now seek my vengeance and redemption
Log Book: November 12, 2009
I have finally saved up enough money so I can buy the proper supplies for my "Hunt for Bigfoot." Mark my words, as long as my heart is still pounding, that son of a bitch will not get away with wrecking my life. I must get closure on this tragedy. No matter how long it takes, I will find that hairy bastard and put him 6 feet under, which is right where he belongs.
I will be setting off on my voyage into the mountains of Wyoming and Montana on february 1st. So that only gives me three more months of hands-on training. This is my destiny, Bigfoot will pay for what he did.
Log book: November 13, 2009
So today I headed to the halloween usa store and bought a couple of Bigfoot outfits. I am a bit out of shape right now, and of course I only have one hand, and a hook hand, so i am going to start slow. I bought a child size bigfoot costume, a teen size bigfoot costume, and an adult sized bigfoot costume. I will first start with taking down a dressed up mini bigfoot, so in order to do this I had to go to the local elementary school and find some of the baddest SOB's walking the playground. I found only one kid though, but he was 4'8'' and a lean, mean fighting machine. He dominated those monkey bars, and you should of seen how high he could get on that swing. I figure if I can find one more like him, then I can dress em' up as minifoot's and have them hide in the woods and I will find them with my bigfoot instinct (its like my 6th sense). I think if I can pass that test, then i'll move on to mediumfoot training. (video footage will be coming soon).Bigfoot is going down
Log Book: November 14, 2009
Well I just conived my out of going to jail. However, I think I might be spending 30 days in mental institution again. I was again searching for prospective minifoots at the local elementary and I was approached by a undercover policeman, who was there because there was a tip of a strange man in his mid 20's lingering around the playgrounds yesterday,(what a sicko). So the policeman asked, " Sir, why are you in the playgrounds watching and staring at little kids?" I respond "I am scouting for little kids to dress up in a costume, and then possibly filming them attacking me." The Policeman then responds with "why?" So I told him, "I need to practice for my hunt for bigfoot, but I need to start training first." the policeman stood there staring at me like I was nutz, but I assured him I was no sicko trying to get little kids to come home with me. i also told him if he let me stay for a little bit longer i will keep an eye out for that sick SOB who was at the playgrounds yesterday. The policeman responds with " well sir, that sick SOB from yesterday was described to me as someone who fits your exact description." I just stood there blank, and had no response. Did this guy really think I am child predator? Look at me do i look like a creepo? then i thought to myself "well yes i probably do, and me giving out candy probably doesn't help either." So i agreed to leave immediatly. The policeman escorted me off the grounds and asked one last question "Are you really looking for Bigfoot?' I gave a very determined look, and said "That is my destiny sir, he killed my father, ate all my food, stole my clothes and money, and left me with one testicle, five fingers, and a now crooked, once broken pinky toe." and away i walked into the woods (its a short cut home
Camping out searching and training Log Book: November 14, 2009
Well I have decided to ditch the medium and adult bigfoot training. I no longer wish to explain myself to the local policemen on why i'm trying to get people to dress up in bigfoot costumes and play a game of hide and seek with me in the woods behind my fathers old abandoned house. I am also begginning to worry that the town sherriff is tapping into what I have on my computer. I have found copys of my research on the bulletin boards of the post office, in the library, and in the local church. This has really been raising some serious questions of my sanity with the local town folk. It is just becoming to much work trying to explain my actions to everyone in town. If everyone would just believe that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me disfigured like I am, and who ended the life of a town hero then I might not need to follow through on this quest for vengeance and redemption. But now it's just gone to far and I feel the only way I will ever be looked at in the same light i once was, is to hunt this beast down, and prove to them all that he indeed is real and he did ruin my life.
So now I have a new plan of attack. I am going into hiding for a few weeks until the weather deems appropriate. Then once it does, I am going to go to the woods of Northern Ohio for 3 days. It is on this training session where I will practice the art of wilderness survival. I will bring no food, no water, and no tent. I will truly be man vs. wild. When I get thirsty I will drink from the rivers, when i get hungry I will use my wilderness instinct to track and kill deer, squirell, and possibly rabbit. Using my trusty swiss army knife, I will skin the fur off the dead and use it for warmth. Then draining the blood from the carcass, I will paint my face and body like a true warrior Indian. I will become one with nature and Bigfoot won't stand a chance against me.
I only have three months until I set off for Wyoming. The conquest is coming sooner than I imagined
Log Book: November 15, 2009
Maumee River in Northern Ohio.
I will be tracking and hiking up hills of ice in Wyoming when I start my mission in March, so I have located a place in Ohio that resembles what I will be dealing with. I am going to camp out for three days and track deer, and squirrel. I have also paid my roomate to dress in bigfoot gear and he has already headed to this area. He's going to be leaving traces of evidence that he's been there in the same manner that Bigfoot himself would leave if he was in the area. This will simulate what I will be looking for when the real quest begins
Log Book: November 17, 2009
I arrived in town of Maumee early in the morning and I have hiked for the last 5 hours. I am now setting up camp for the night. It looks as though my roomate has been here. He's left feces and traces of urination on a nearby tree, marking his territory exactly as bigfoot would do. Also I have seen Bigfoot prints in some mud heading up near the bend of the river. It looks as though he was hunting for trout, or salmon. After my two years of research i've come to the conclusion bigfoot loves all sorts of fish! Just thinking about all this is making me become very hungry and I need to find something before it gets dark.
Log Book: November 17, 2009
I have just returned from tracking some deer. I wrestled down a 8-point buck and gutted him with my swiss-army knife. I am now one with nature. I have succesfully slaughtered a deer with my bare hands, and my warrior instincts have never been so alive. I have decided to cut the heart out and keep it as a ritual tool for my late night indian dance, when I will call on the spirit guides to give me the power to survive and the insight to track bigfoot. I will also be smoking some paoti, which I scored from an indian guide I met outside of Toledo. This will help call the spirits and possibly make me more zoned into this mission
Log Book: Sometime between november 17 and 18, 2009 in early morning
I have made a fire, then cooked and ate my deer meat. I am feeling very unusual feelings however from this paoti I smoked. I am hearing voices in my head and I am starting to hallucinate. I don't think this was a good idea? I think I am being stalked by a wilderness creature as well. Could it be the blair witch? Am I in Pennsylvania or still in Ohio? Why am I here? What am I doing? These voices are making me go nutz! I need to document this so in case I die tonight someone will know what happened, it justs seems like a good idea right now. I am so scared! What is that noise? Who's standing behind me? I am feeling extremely hot, I am stripping down to my underoos. I don't think I'll be needing that deer skin blanket I made earlier? I do need to get these voices out of my head though! What am I too do? I am just going to curl into the fetal position and try to sleep. I can only hope i awake in the morning!
Well I have decided to ditch the medium and adult bigfoot training. I no longer wish to explain myself to the local policemen on why i'm trying to get people to dress up in bigfoot costumes and play a game of hide and seek with me in the woods behind my fathers old abandoned house. I am also begginning to worry that the town sherriff is tapping into what I have on my computer. I have found copys of my research on the bulletin boards of the post office, in the library, and in the local church. This has really been raising some serious questions of my sanity with the local town folk. It is just becoming to much work trying to explain my actions to everyone in town. If everyone would just believe that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me disfigured like I am, and who ended the life of a town hero then I might not need to follow through on this quest for vengeance and redemption. But now it's just gone to far and I feel the only way I will ever be looked at in the same light i once was, is to hunt this beast down, and prove to them all that he indeed is real and he did ruin my life.
So now I have a new plan of attack. I am going into hiding for a few weeks until the weather deems appropriate. Then once it does, I am going to go to the woods of Northern Ohio for 3 days. It is on this training session where I will practice the art of wilderness survival. I will bring no food, no water, and no tent. I will truly be man vs. wild. When I get thirsty I will drink from the rivers, when i get hungry I will use my wilderness instinct to track and kill deer, squirell, and possibly rabbit. Using my trusty swiss army knife, I will skin the fur off the dead and use it for warmth. Then draining the blood from the carcass, I will paint my face and body like a true warrior Indian. I will become one with nature and Bigfoot won't stand a chance against me.
I only have three months until I set off for Wyoming. The conquest is coming sooner than I imagined
Log Book: November 15, 2009
Maumee River in Northern Ohio.
I will be tracking and hiking up hills of ice in Wyoming when I start my mission in March, so I have located a place in Ohio that resembles what I will be dealing with. I am going to camp out for three days and track deer, and squirrel. I have also paid my roomate to dress in bigfoot gear and he has already headed to this area. He's going to be leaving traces of evidence that he's been there in the same manner that Bigfoot himself would leave if he was in the area. This will simulate what I will be looking for when the real quest begins
Log Book: November 17, 2009
I arrived in town of Maumee early in the morning and I have hiked for the last 5 hours. I am now setting up camp for the night. It looks as though my roomate has been here. He's left feces and traces of urination on a nearby tree, marking his territory exactly as bigfoot would do. Also I have seen Bigfoot prints in some mud heading up near the bend of the river. It looks as though he was hunting for trout, or salmon. After my two years of research i've come to the conclusion bigfoot loves all sorts of fish! Just thinking about all this is making me become very hungry and I need to find something before it gets dark.
Log Book: November 17, 2009
I have just returned from tracking some deer. I wrestled down a 8-point buck and gutted him with my swiss-army knife. I am now one with nature. I have succesfully slaughtered a deer with my bare hands, and my warrior instincts have never been so alive. I have decided to cut the heart out and keep it as a ritual tool for my late night indian dance, when I will call on the spirit guides to give me the power to survive and the insight to track bigfoot. I will also be smoking some paoti, which I scored from an indian guide I met outside of Toledo. This will help call the spirits and possibly make me more zoned into this mission
Log Book: Sometime between november 17 and 18, 2009 in early morning
I have made a fire, then cooked and ate my deer meat. I am feeling very unusual feelings however from this paoti I smoked. I am hearing voices in my head and I am starting to hallucinate. I don't think this was a good idea? I think I am being stalked by a wilderness creature as well. Could it be the blair witch? Am I in Pennsylvania or still in Ohio? Why am I here? What am I doing? These voices are making me go nutz! I need to document this so in case I die tonight someone will know what happened, it justs seems like a good idea right now. I am so scared! What is that noise? Who's standing behind me? I am feeling extremely hot, I am stripping down to my underoos. I don't think I'll be needing that deer skin blanket I made earlier? I do need to get these voices out of my head though! What am I too do? I am just going to curl into the fetal position and try to sleep. I can only hope i awake in the morning!
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