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    Adams County Bigfoot: Friend or Beast?
    Adams County Bigfoot: Friend or Beast?
    Adams County Bigfoot: Friend or Beast?
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    Adams County Bigfoot: Friend or Beast?

    By Jay Vernon

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    One man's personal journey into the unknown.


    What started out as an uneventful upbringing on a farm quickly turned into a series of strange and unexplainable encounters that defied all logic.


    This story covers Jay's personal encounters with Bigfoot on a farm, encounters that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Bigfoot's presence was felt, but was he a friend or foe?


    Read about this true story of unbridled fear for the first time ever.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHangar 1 Publishing
    Release dateFeb 9, 2022
    ISBN9781955471374
    Adams County Bigfoot: Friend or Beast?

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      Adams County Bigfoot - Jay Vernon

      1

      NEW BEGINNINGS

      Age 2

      It was a sunny, steamy August day in 1968. I was almost three years old at the time. We were moving from Milwaukee three hours north to an unincorporated town of Briggsville, Wisconsin. It was the first time to our new, or should I say, a very old farm that my father was so interested in having after his retirement from the military. He had always wanted to go back to the way of life he had grown up with. He was raised on a small farm in central Alabama until he was fifteen. Their farm had a few farm animals, crops and even a small cotton field. After enlisting at the young age of sixteen, he then spent the next twenty-two years in the Army and Navy as a parachute rigger. That’s a person who makes parachutes. My parents met while my dad was on leave touring Central Park in New York City. My mom was there for her senior class theater trip. My parents’ story goes that a strange man that my mom had no interest in was hitting on her as they were enjoying Central Park. She was telling the man to please leave her alone. The strange man kept stopping her and her friends stating that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. My dad, who was walking by with another Army friend, saw my mom’s frustration with this man and stepped in pretending to be her boyfriend. The man then finally left her alone. My mom thanked my dad and they started talking.

      Before you knew it, my mom and dad had hit it off right away. They kept in contact, dated and were married a year later in Alexandria, Virginia, where my father was stationed. After a few years of trying, they thought that they couldn’t have children. They were saddened that they couldn’t have the family they deeply wanted. After giving up on having children, they were approached by a military friend of my dad’s that felt he and his wife couldn’t care for their newborn. They knew my parent’s situation and asked my parents to adopt their baby boy. My parents thought long and hard and decided to adopt him and make him their own. This baby became my brother Wayne. About two years later, they were surprised to find out they were pregnant with my brother Drew in 1961. With the two children in tow, my mother followed my father to every stateside assignment he had. After Alexandria, they moved to Alameda, California, San Diego and then to Pensacola, Florida, where I was born in 1965. Six months after I was born, my father decided to retire from the military and concede to my mother’s wishes and move to the Milwaukee area where she had grown up. My mom really wanted to just settle down after moving around the country so much. They took all their savings and built a rather nice new home in Browndeer, a suburb just north of Milwaukee. A year later, my third brother Lonnie was born on Christmas Day in 1966. My mother loved the new home and being close to her family and the friends she grew up with.

      In the summer of ’68, my father couldn’t take the city life and decided to pack the family up and move them to an old farm in the deep woods of central Wisconsin just outside of the unincorporated town of Briggsville. It was a quaint little fishing town with a nice lake, a gas station, a tiny Post Office, two Church’s, one Lutheran and the other Catholic, a General Store where you could get almost anything. Besides the normal small selection of canned and dry foods, they had building materials, farm supplies and parts, feed for any farm animal, fishing supplies and so on. There were two taverns, The Mill Inn and the Pheasant Inn, just across the street from each other. There also was a VFW Hall just across the street from the Mill Inn. There was a four-room school for grades K through 6th grade and just on the north side of town was a sandy baseball diamond, a place that I would come to know well. Head three miles north out of town past that ball diamond, past a few other farms, and that’s where we were moving to. It had belonged to a brother to another farmer about a mile down the road. He had died in an accident when a twelve-point buck had jumped over the road and its horns had penetrated his heart after crashing through the windshield, killing him instantly. After his death, the farm had gone up for sale and my father bought it without even asking my mother.

      My father had taken a U-Haul up to the farm a few days ahead with my two older brothers, Wayne and Drew, to clean up the farm and start moving in. That summer day when my mother, my little brother Lonnie and I pulled into the sandy driveway was the beginning of our new lives.

      My mother looked for the first time upon an old, white, rickety, two-story farmhouse that was built in the mid-1800s. The farmhouse had a kitchen built off the side that was added on around 1900. It was obvious why she was crying for several minutes with both hands on the steering wheel. This old run-down farmhouse was the opposite of the new house she had just left behind in the city.

      My father came out from behind the house and eagerly waved her up the drive. She wiped her eyes and eventually pulled the rest of the way into the drive. As she got out, she grabbed Lonnie from the back seat and followed my dad around as he gave her the tour. I quickly jumped out and started to explore the property. In the front yard was a large oak tree that shaded the house. Across the driveway were a big red barn with a rock foundation wall painted white and a chicken coop behind the house, a granary, and a corn crib. Behind the barn was a tall brick feed silo with a metal top and a ladder fastened up the side all the way to the top. The buildings were all old and run down. There was a sandy dirt trail that ran around the back of the house and between the buildings. Next to the barn were about ten dairy cows in one pen and six pigs in another. Then I couldn’t believe what I saw...there were five horses in a back pen with a horse shelter to the side. I had seen horses before in a parade in Milwaukee, but these were our very own! They were an assortment of sizes and colors. Behind the barn were an old orange Allis Chalmers tractor and corn picker. What young boy doesn’t love tractors and horses! I was very excited! My life on the farm is just starting! There was something new to check out around every corner. So much room to run around and be a kid. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!

      2

      FIRST DAY

      Age 2

      Iwoke up our first day on the farm to the smell of pancakes and bacon my mother was cooking! The sun was shining brightly through all the windows that had no curtains in the entire house. It was rare seeing my father at the table eating with us. He normally was at work when we lived in Browndeer. He had been a Security Officer at the local mall and did Private Investigating work. So, he wasn’t around much the couple of years we lived there. I couldn’t wait to finish eating so I could go out and explore the farm more. I especially wanted to see the horses!

      My father had plans for Wayne and Drew to help fix up and clean out the buildings on the farm. I followed them outside, and my father hadn’t noticed that I went off by the horses just across the driveway. I was a quiet yet somewhat fearless kid that loved to explore my surroundings. I reached through the fence and started petting the horses. Their noses were so soft! Drew yelled to me, stating, They’ll bite your fingers off! I didn’t pay much attention since both of my older brothers loved to pick on me. After a few minutes, I thought I would peak into the barn to find nothing inside the lower floor. It smelled like cow manure. I really didn’t like bad smells, so I quickly moved on. I walked around to the back side of the barn and found a tractor ramp to the hayloft. I followed the ramp into the open loft door. The musty smell of the hay bales was strong. You could see the sunlight peaking between all the boards. There were huge beams across the upper area of the loft that reached from one end to the other. Hanging from the ceiling was a long rope with a small board tied to the end. It was a swing that would allow you to swing out the front hayloft door. I thought, Wow, this was a cool place to hang out. Then I heard my name being yelled. I ran out of the barn to find my father with a great look of anger on his face. He yelled, "I need you to be careful, this place is too dangerous to be running around on your own! He then grabbed my arm very tightly, dragging me into the house and gave me a few strong whacks on my bottom and told my mother to keep me in the house. I sat there, somewhat destroyed.

      My exploring had quickly come to an end. I knew I had to be back inside. I now had to watch out the window my father, Wayne and Drew working outside for a while.

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