Bigfoot
New South Wales
Aboriginal P.O.V, New South Wales 2001
Location: Northern, New South Wales
Event: Discussion from an Aboriginal P.O.V. (Point of View)
Date: 2000
Comment: We speak to various people with Aboriginal Heritage and find their stories fascinating
A discussion of aboriginal stories, and sightings, of "Hairy Men" with some young aboriginal men who live in Fingal and other areas.
K: The old people can communicate with them, the old people send them messages and things. They talk a lot about the "Little fulla's", but the "Hairy Men" are bigger, and just like a separate tribe of people, just like the aboriginal tribes. The old people say they are more human than animals.
The aboriginal, we do not see ourselves far from nature or the land, hence "Hairy Man" is another type of animal, just like humans are animals. And just as human beings live in societies, they were seen in groups like tribes but they didn't really interact with the aborigines, generally they would run off into the deep scrub.
One or two, usually of the smaller ones has attacked some men on mission. There are two types of the smaller ones, one type, nice and take care of children, and injured people, and the others very aggressive and naughty. I remember at one time, they let off people's handbrakes, and cars started rolling down the hill. Really mischievous ones, always playing games. If you cross them, they get a bit snakey.
B: The area that my parents from in west NSW, mostly the smaller ones in that area.
K: In my encounter, the one thing that stood out, was the eyes, big brown eyes, but a blank expression on its face, I remember it so clearly, it looked straight at me. It had no expression whatsoever, it makes me think now that it may have been sick.
One of my cousin's, married a girl from Casino. Her grandmother had brought her up. They went to live in Newcastle. It was a few months before they contacted her grandmother. They were laying in bed one night, and they heard footprints running through the house. She reckons that her Grandmother used to talk to one, and she had sent it up to check up on them and to make sure that she was OK. The girl got up straight away and rang her grandmother, who said to her " So he got there did he? He was checking up on you" We're not sure if they travel through time, but they are spiritual.
B: My cousin when he was a young boy, he used to go away all day. He said he was playing with the hairy ones. We saw one, once sitting on a 10- gallon drum, just swinging his legs.
K: We are brought up with a spiritual awareness, half of our whole life is the spiritual side - even people who have only lived in the city are aware. The little ones are spiritual, but not the "Big Hairy Men" you can touch them, and smell them. You know when I was standing in front of that one, it didn't even register, until he looked up straight into my eyes, and that is when I froze. I grabbed E, we were all around him, and then he screamed, that was when we took off.
The old ones, always told us not to go down by the lagoon, as that is where the "Hairy Man" lives. It makes sense, they have plenty to live off, fish, shellfish and bush food, there's plenty of plants, and wallaby.
In the old days, they tell us of one "Hairy Man" who used to live in a cave down on the beach. When the people were going up in to the mountains to hunt for other food, they would leave all their fishing spears, and anything else they didn't need in the cave, and the Hairy Man would look after them until they came back. They used to talk to each other, should I say communicate, as I don't know what language they used.
When the white people came, and started building, there was an old shed, and the Hairy Man, shifted from the cave and into the shed. But he was still solitary most of the time.
K: My Dad and one of my uncles used to come home from Primary school every day for lunch. On one day, they were screaming and mucking around, and a "Hairy fulla" came out of the bush waving a stick at them. They must have annoyed him with their noise. They were hysterical by the time they got home, and they didn't want to go back to school. But my Grandma made them go back. My Dad's 50 now, so it would have been in the late 1950's early 60's.
R: There were three of us camping, we would have been 11 or 12, and there was something up in a tree, shaking the tree. We had a dog with us. The thing jumped down and ran behind the tree. The dog chased it. We heard a big thud. The dog came back with a broken shoulder. The thing would have been about my size, about a metre high sitting down. They vary in height, it wasn't a big "Hairy Man", maybe a young one, about 1.5 metres tall. Around here we don't have very tall ones.
In the west, we had a weir, made of rocks where we put the fish traps. One day, the water was very low, and we were jumping form rock to rock. For one I had almost a 2 metre jump, so I backed up a bit to get a run up, and leapt to the other side. When I got to the other side, I could feel something. There was a full moon, and it would have been about 8 o'clock. I could see it running across the road. I still had ? kilometre to walk home. It was about 2 foot tall.
A lot of the areas, like Fingal and that, all have their own stories - different missions - different stories.
On the South Coast, they have stories about them picking up dogs and throwing them.
I remember one story of my grandmother when she was little, and her mother and some of the other women, went down to the creek. They saw a mother and a baby "Hairy Man". When they saw the people, they moved out of the water and up into the bushes. I remember one of the last things my grandmother said to me. The more and more the white people take away the bush, the more they are going to see them, as they will have nowhere to go.
B: Remember in the early 90's and they pulled one out of the water? There were big floods, it was dead and had washed down from up the valley. They called the police. They came straight out. They put him in a van and took off. We never heard anything else about it.
Another story, I think it was in Coonabarabran, they caught one and put it in the cells. It was going crazy, screaming and all. Some Chinese man just walked into the cells, and let it out.
Last year we were driving along the road by the cemetery, the place where K had his experience, and this thing came flying out of the bush, and then BANG!!! The care went up in the air. I turned to look out the back window, and nothing was there. If we had hit a roo or a wallaby, it wouldn't have got up. The thing wasn't as high as the bonnet, but it was fast. It was like driving over a wombat or a boulder, but there aren't any wombats in this area and the road is flat. It didn't do any damage to the car.
Another day, my wife and I and the little ones were walking the baby in the pram, with the dogs with us. The dogs stopped dead in their tracks, and started growling. We could smell something. I sent my wife and kids back up the road, as I heard branches cracking as something came toward the road through the bush. But it stopped, and didn't come out of the bush. All our experiences happen in the same area, like he is just warning us not to stay in his space too long.
Bunyips
At home, we call them the "Devil Dog". Another name is the "Water Dog". We had one in the start of the Darling River, a black thing in the river.
We've seen it, one of Dad's mates was sitting on the bank talking to one of his neighbours, and this thing dropped out of a tree straight into the water.
Another time, this thing was on the bank, a black thing, they jumped in the Landcruiser, and started driving toward it with the lights on and beeping the horn to try to scare it. It didn't move. Then all of a sudden, it just slithered in to the water.
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Alstonville, New South Wales 1997
Location: Alstonville, New South Wales (McGuire’s Creek)
Event: Yowie Sighting
Date: 1997
Hi Dean,
I was fishing with my partner at the time when we made our way through the dense riparian zone to our secluded fishing spot when an animal that looked like a cross between a wombat and a pig scurried along in front of us and disappeared into the weed thicket thinking. That was a little strange, but we carried on to the creek bed that was rocky and had several Platypus active at the time.
We started fishing and there was a crashing sound of something large breaking twigs and heading for us through the weed thicket.
I advised my partner to jump in the water if a pig came crashing through, but the noise stopped about 10 - 20 ft away the creek edge.
It was hidden in the lantana thicket but I could see brown fur with a definite reddish tinge, and what I believe to be the chest area. I could not make out the face, but the eyes were like looking into mirrors. I would say the creature was about 6 1/2 - 7 ft tall as I was looking up when I saw the mirror like eyes (I am about 5' 11''). The chest area where I saw the reddish fur and it seemed quite broad, as it was tall. The shaggy hair was similar to a goats (matted and discoloured).
I felt fear, not that I was in danger but just not to approach the creature after about ten seconds of being semi frozen, with my partner getting a little worried.
Then it disappeared with little noise.
Other Observations: Other people in Alstonville also described the red tinge on the chest as well as there being several volcanic cave systems in the area that may act as a sanctuary for these creatures.
If I had a gun would I have shot it? I think not as I believe the fear I felt was some kind of low level telepathy that installs fear, and clouds the creatures face, as the face was sort of in view but all I could make out were these mirrors?
Trent
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Barclay's Island, New South Wales 1978
Location: Barclay's Island, New South Wales
Event: Footprint Find
Date: 1978
Source: Newspaper Clipping
Huge footprints found near the Clyde River have people stumped. Three men and others working close by, were called to examine the large prints.
Mr. Small who measured the prints says that he put his size 10 boots next to the Human looking prints and found they were a third larger again. He said the prints looked like Human bare feet, but measured 18" long by 6" wide.
Mr. Small said that he weighs 15 stone, and when standing next to the prints, he could not make even a close impression in the ground.
The stride was longer that of the tallest man. Mr. Short said if they were done by a prankster, they did a precise and detailed job, but there were no other markings around prints, so he ruled that out.
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Bangalow, New South Wales 1969
Location: Bangalow, New South Wales
Event: Yowie Sighting
Date: 1969
Witness: Errol Morris
The time was between midnight and one o'clock in the morning.
My friend and I were walking along the Pacific Highway on completely flat terrain with trees along each side of the road with the moonlight showing the centre white painted road markings for quite a distance ahead.
The edges of the road were in shadow, which is why we were walking (for 5 hours) along the centre of the road.
We had not seen a vehicle on the road for over three hours as we were hitch-hiking to Sydney to Brisbane. Our last lift dropped us in Ballina at a coach stop near an overhead rail line.
The creature appeared to stand over six feet tall while slightly stooped at the shoulders. The arms seemed a bit too long for a man. Even though it had stopped and turned its head to look at us, we weren't able to discern a neck as one would expect. It appeared to have a slightly protruding forehead. The eyes were not clearly visible as it head was bent forward a little, with a rather large mouth with the chin seeming to form part of the chest.
As I have stated, it clearly turned its head to look at us. It was very solidly built with very well developed upper thighs and feet that looked like it had toes. The hips appeared narrow with flat, as opposed to protruding, buttocks. The chest was barrel shaped with the shoulders slumped forward.
It took two steps to our three. We know this as it was walking along through dry leaves off to our left beyond the tree line. When we realised that it could not possibly be a four-legged animal, we froze in the middle of the road.
Up to this point we had been silent, but as we both realised at the same time that the sounds were not from a four-legged animal, we were so frightened that we could only whisper quietly to each other.
As we stopped in the middle of the road, we heard the foot falls hesitate a moment, then nothing. We stood frozen with fear. The sounds started again, but this time we heard footsteps in the gravel on the roadside and then this 'thing' appeared in full view about twenty feet ahead of us and stopped in the middle of the road and slowly turned its head and stared at us.
As we stood there experiencing a fear I have never known, my friend and I screamed. At this, the 'thing' moved briskly across the road, but it didn't run. It strode rather than ran, into the trees off to our right. After we had stopped screaming, we could only hear the muffled sound of it striding away. My mate and I stood in utter dismay and both of us with tears streaming down our faces.
We didn't move for a good ten minutes listening intently for any sound before we started back the way we had come as fast as we could run. When we eventually stopped, breathless, we discussed what we had just seen and vowed to each other that this would never be spoken of as long as we both lived, for fear of ridicule.
This was an event that nobody would ever believe. (This is not a joke.)
Other observations: Several minutes before we heard anything, we both detected a foul smell which we both jokingly blamed each other for, even though we both knew it had to be a rotting piece of road-kill somewhere on the side of the road. The smell became stronger as we walked along and my mate had commented in a whisper that there must be a dead cow somewhere in the paddock off to our left which seemed to be following us.
As the 'thing' came into view in the middle of the road, the odour was incredibly strong and pungent. We discussed this later and both agreed that it was coming from the 'thing'. Once the 'thing' had passed, the smell also faded and it is an odour that I will never forget. At no time did this 'thing' pose a threat to us, in fact we both agreed that it seemed frightened by our screaming.
About ten years ago, I saw a photograph purporting to be a 'Yowie', which I swear was identical to what my mate and I had seen.
I contacted my mate to discuss this photo and he reminded me of our vow. His words to me were, "Mate, I never saw a thing that night and I will never talk about it...ever. I told someone about it a few years ago and then had a visit from the police who asked me about doing drugs, so forget what you saw. I have."
He never spoke to me again after that conversation.
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Barwon River, New South Wales 1998
Location: Barwon River, New South Wales
Event: Yowie Kicked Dog
Date: 1998/99
Source: Exert from a Paul Cropper Interview with Kyle via AYR
Another was again in West NSW, but in Barwon Falls, where an aboriginal community lives on the Barwon River.
We were out hunting with a Staffy and a couple of other dogs.
We sent the dogs out, and the dogs got by a tree, and a Hairy Man came out from behind the tree, and kicked the dog, and then went up the tree.
The dogs came tearing back to us, and the one that had been kicked had a broken shoulder, it was totally out of the socket.
Again we decided to get out of there quick, if it had done that to a dog, what could it have done to us?
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