Go read this short tale:

http://paranormal.about.com/library/blstory_august06_19.htm

Have any of our Tenessee regulars ever heard anything about this before?

Why is it always Tenessee?

A bigfoot rapeist thats a goodun !

Sounds like the wife was slipping around on the guy with the hairy next door neighbor. :happy:

I'm pretty sure that not many people who lived in the Smokies, the Ouachitas, the Rockies, the Kiamichis in the 1920s had a car. Now if the story had said a team of mules and a wagon....maybe.

My Mom and Dad used to tell me tales like this. Made me believe some of them too! :laugh:

Good evening...Trail of Tears...wherebouts in Arkansas?

I wonder if this story could have influenced the memory of the "rape incident" referenced in Mary Green's "Fifty Years"?

Don't know about the Smokies or the Rockies but there are not many roads paved and otherwise in the Ouachitas or the Kiamichi...This is one of the areas most apt to yield a specimen...too many good ole boys with cannons out there...these days....JMHO

No Bucks....No bigfoot...

ole bub and the dawgs

Southern part of the state. Where (some of) the Cherokee and the Choctaw marched through and/or were driven on their way to Oklahoma.


I would not doubt one bit that this story was found by Janice Coy in a search of the internet and turned into a wild tale of a young girl raped by a sasquatch in Tennessee.

Very astute observations Jay and Ole Bub.

A car on a dirt road, way back in the Smokies, at night, in the 1920's? Maybe, if they were wealthy, and stupid. There was no such thing as cell phones or an abundance of other motorist to count on for help back then. If you got stranded way back in the middle of nowhere without the neccessary tools and supplies to fix your auto, then you were basically screwed(pardon the pun). As far as this story goes, I'm having some trouble believing anything about it, unless it's some sort of coverup for a pregnancy that wasn't supposed to happen. Since it was so long ago in a time of great-mysteries and not-knowing for many, then some of the more 'exotic' excuses for many of life's screwups would have probably flew a little better than they would've in this modern day and age.

Could Janice have read this story and gleaned a few ideas from it? Possibly. IMO, as time goes on, more and more evidence of Janice's plagiarisms will probably be uncovered.

Here's several more from Captain Kool Aids' website:

"Two tales collected by Leonard Roberts follow:

Curious Legend of the Kentucky Mountains--Four or five versions of this curious and strange legend come into my collection over a period of about six years (1948 to 1954) from an isolated region of the Kentucky mountains. At first I did not know what to make of it but, having also collected a few versions of the "Bear's Son" story (Type 301), minus the half-bear, half-man introduction, I guessed that this was that introduction now broken away and told separately. It now appears to be a distinct legend since Dr. Archer Taylor refers me to the long search for American versions by Mr. Rudolph Altrocchi. and now that I reflect on this item I realize that it is not unique to Kentucky mountain folklore. During my youth in these mountains it was not unusual to hear a rumor of some half-wild man, naked and hairy, being found in the woods, living close to animal state. This kind of Romulus-Remus legend seems to stick in the minds of the folk. But how this particular legend made its way into eastern Kentucky is a mystery to me.

The following version was taken down in pencil in 1950 from the lips of Lee Maggard, who lived in a small cabin on the south slope of the Pine Mountain range near the small lumber town of Putney, Harlan County, Kentucky. He had heard it on Maggard's Branch, Leslie County.

The Yeahoh

Once they was man out huntin' and he got lost and after a while he begin to get hungry. He come to a big hole in the ground and he thought he would venture down into it. He wen down in there and he found that the old Yeahoh lived in there and had deer meat hangin' up and other foods piled around the walls. km The man was afraid at first, but Yeahoh didn't bother him and he went toward that meat to get him some. The Yeahoh walked over and looked at the knife and said, "Yeahoh, Yeahoh," a time or two. He cut it off a piece of the meat and it started eatin' it.

Well, the man stepped over to the middle of the pit and took out his flint and built him up a fire. And the Yeahoh watched him and looked at the fire and at the flint and said, "Yeahoh, Yeahoh" again. The man put his meat on a stick and br'iled him a nice piece and started eatin' it. The Yeahoh watched him and acted like it wanted a piece. The man cut it off a piece of the br'iled meat and reached it over, and the Yeahoh commenced to eatin' it up and smackin' its lips and saying, "Yeahoh, Yeahoh."

Well, the man lived there with it a long time and they got along all right. After so long they was a young'un born to 'em, and it was half-man and half-Yeahoh. And the Yeahoh took such a liking to the man it wouldn't let him leave. He got to wanting to get away and go back home. One day he slipped off and the Yeahoh follered him and made him go back. Went on that way for a good while, but he picked him a good time and slipped away. This time he got to the shore where they was a ship ready to set sail. He got on this ship and he looked and saw the Yeahoh comin' with the young'un. It screamed and hollered for him to come back and when it saw he wasn't goin' to come, why, it just tore the baby in two and helt it out one-half to him and said, "Yeahoh, Yeahoh". He sailed on off and left it standing there.

The version that Dr. Taylor refers to in my book _South from Hell-fer-Sartin_ is called "The Origin of Man." Another version was given to me by this teller's grandson. It has the same title and contents, except that the Yeahoh has six children and tears them all in twos and throws them after the embarked man. Another text, similar to the one given above, was accidentally erased from my tapes.

The following text was recorded from Joe Couch, Appalachia, Virginia, in 1954. He had heard it from his people while he lived in Perry County, Kentucky.



The Hairy Woman
One time I's prowling in the wilderness, wandering about, kindly got lost and so weak and hungry I couldn't go. When it begin to get cool, I found a big cave and crawled backin there to get warm. Crawled back in and come upon a leaf bed and I dozed off to sleep. I heard a nawful racket coming into that cave, and something come in and crawled right over me and laid down like a big old bear. It was a hairy thing and when it laid down it went chomp, chomp, chawing on something. I thought to myself, "I'll see what it is and find out what it is eating."

I reached over and a hairylike woman was there eating chestnuts, had about a half a bushel there. I got me a big handful of them and went to chawing on them too. Well, in a few minutes she handed me over another big handful, and I eat chestnuts until I was kindly full and wasn't hungry any more. D'rectly she got up and took off and out of sight.

Well, I stayed on there till next morning and she come in with a young deer. Brought it in and with her big long fingernails she ripped its hide and skinned it, and then she sliced the good lean meat and handed me a bite to eat. I kindly slipped it behind me, afraid to eat it raw and afraid not to eat it being she give it to me. She'd cut off big pieces of deer meat and eat it raw. Well, I laid back and the other pieces she give over as she eat her'n. She was goin' to see I didn't starve.

When she got gone again I built me up a little far and br'iled my meat. After being hungry for two or three days, it was good cooked--yes, buddy. She come in while I had my far built br'illing my meat, and she run right into that far. She couldn't understand because it kindly burnt her a little. She jumped back and looked at me like she was going to run through me. I said, "Uh-oh, I'm going to get in trouble now."

Well, it was cold and bad out, so I just stayed another night with her. She was a woman but was right hairy all over. After several days I learnt her how to br'ile meat and that far would burn her. She got shy of the far and got so she liked br'iled meat and wouldn't eat it raw any more. We went on through the winter that way. She would go out and carry in deer and bear. So I lived there about two year, and when we had a little kid, one side of it was hairy and the other side was slick.

I took a notion I would leave there and go back home. I begin to build me a boat to go away across the lake in. One time after I had left, I took a notion I would slip back and see what she was doing. I went out to the edge of the clift and looked down into the mountain, and it looked like two or three dozen of hairy people coming up the hill. They was all pressing her and she would push them back. They wanted to come on up and come in. I was scared to death, afraid they's going to kill me. She made them go back and wouldn't let them come up and interfere.

Well, I took a notion to leave one day when my boat was ready. I told her one day I was going to leave. She follered me down to my boat and watched me get ready to go away. She was crying, wanting me to stay. I said, "No, I'm tired of the jungles. I'm going back to civilization again, going back."

When she knowed she wasn't going to keep me there, she just grabbed the little young'un and tore it right open with her nails. Throwed me the hairy part and she kept the slick side. That's the end of that story."

http://bfro.net/legends/algonkian.htm

Whats up with Janice Coy? isn't she the one that lives with Fox?

Just to be clear, I'm not asking for people to believe the story, I'm asking if anyone ever heard it before, or a variant. The KY legends are obvious myths (the symbolic partition of the child shows where the myth is leading) and the TN story may be similar, but hasn't yet reached the final mythic version in the form we have. If it was a widely told story, there should be other versions of it, and yes, it may have some bearing on the Coy saga. It's alright to note the details that show the story to be fictional, but lets not get lost in them.

Coy wouldn't have gotten the story from the site I linked because it's a new post. But a legend that was in currency when she was growing up might be a source.

"She was grabbed up by none other than Bigfoot and - now get this - she was impregnated!!!"



Right there next to the car? She didn't try to scream and attempt to wake her husband?



This is the part that had me really had me cracking up....



"Now she and her husband the next morning fixed the car and headed back to town."

Just another normal Tennessee road trip I guess...? :rolling:

She might have been interested, you know what they say about guys with big feet.

Isnt there some guy in the UK that was suppose to be half bigfoot half human?

So the female sasqwatch with whom this "gentleman" was living with tore their baby in half when he left her and gave him the smooth half? Pardon me while I go throw up.

I know that creates a disturbing image, but that's one way that myth sticks with you, by creating an incongruous or disturbing image. The myth is highlighting the separation of man from animal. In our present age, where not a few of us (perhaps not so much on this forum) don't spend any time outdoors at all, having forgotten our primitive past and everything that goes with it, including the necessary barbarism of hunting and killing for food -- to such people maybe a myth like this one hasn't got so much to say. But less than a hundred years ago folks were much closer to the wildness that exists outside suburbia, and a myth like this one emphasizes civiization and civility by showing its opposite. There's a seduction in returning to the wild state, which is represented by the sexualization of the myth -- I know it's gross, but on a basic, animal level, complete freedom of the libido is an urge. I don't think I have to stress that point. So too, freedom from other constraints of civilization has its pull. That's what the myth shows, and by setting itself against those energies -- after all, the direction of the myth is ultimately away from the hairy woman (though perhaps there is confusion about what to do with the hairy half of the child) -- but by setting itself against those energies while at the same time exercising them in the imagination, the myth serves a civilizing purpose. Your saying "that's gross" is to show how civilized you are.

Myths never initially make sense in the conscious mind because they go past it to the subconscious realm where the primal energies live. We still create myths today, but they are carried in a different form most of the time - movies, video games, etc. So these stories were never true, and the people who told them knew they weren't true, but they were important as myths that reinforced the cultural values of the time.

It's a point to be pondered, whether bigfoot actually exists or not, it falls right into that spot mythically where man grows past his ancient wildness and looks back at it. The rejection of bigfoot by society at large can be seen as the operation of the myth. Mythically speaking, bigfoot has to be rejected. We build cities and cherish our babies because we are civilized. So when we try to break through to ordinary folks who have not seen a bigfoot, we are fighting against the grain of the myth.

To say, "Bigfoot doesn't exist" is to confirm that we are finally civilized. Yet the endurance of the icon that bigfoot has become shows that there are still energies there that are in tension with the civilizing impulse.

Or, I meant to say, Dude, that story is teh whack.

I keep asking myself that very question...

Again and again and again...

Who says any of this stands out as a "myth"? I have considered tearing family members in half many times and have encountered hairy women on numerous occasions.

I have seen that a couple of different places and even heard it happened in different areas too!

I will have another look around to see if they are simultaneoulsy ocurring.

Alex



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