On Memorial Day of 2008, MogollonMonster.com was created to investigate the Bigfoot of Arizona. I literally knew nothing about Bigfoot other than the stories that were told to me around the campfire by my relatives. I now had so many questions and no answers. I had no idea as to where to begin, and I was totally under equipped. All I had was an old 8mm video camcorder that had some major tracking problems. The view finder was in black and white, and this made it very hard to find objects to be recorded. The batteries did not last very long either.
Never the less, we scheduled another expedition into the forest. The group was armed with the camcorder, and some disposable 35mm cameras. With this we hit the field as total novices. I considered the tent squishing event as Expedition 1, the finding of the 19 inch footprint Expedition 2, and the first videotaped expedition as Expedition 3. It was very evident that I knew nothing about handling a camera, but we did manage to record some very interesting finds.
Expedition 3 participants were Preston Smith, Phoebe Adams, and I. Our first morning started strange. Phoebe was first up and headed for the outhouse. I was up and went over to the picnic table to start breakfast. I went back to the tent to wake Preston when I saw it. On the ground not two feet from my tent door was a bare foot print. It was not huge, but was only 9 inches long and a good four inches wide. It was the weirdest foot print I had seen. We took pictures, videoed it and cast it in plaster. A second foot print was found in front of the shower tent.
Phoebe found a large ball of Spanish moss in front of her tent door. There was none growing in the camp ground. It had to be carried there. We thought it was some kind of gift from our barefoot friend. Later we found out Spanish moss is a treatment for high blood pressure, fevers and infections. We believe we were visited early in the morning and they played "slap the bull" with our tents and left Phoebe a present. Some kind of thank you or peace offering.
Was it a rogue camper with strange feet? Was it a smaller Bigfoot running in his toes to keep quiet while visiting our tents? Whoever or whatever it was carried that ball of Spanish moss for many miles, or could it have been a stash from nearby?
(Expedition 3 to be continued…)