Monster Files: A Look Inside Government Secrets and Classified Documents on Bizarre Creatures and Extraordinary Animals

by Nick Redfern

Overview

Does the Pentagon have the body of Bigfoot on ice?
What is the U.S. military hiding from us about lake monsters?
What is the link between the CIA and the abominable snowman?
Why is there a British government file on sea serpents?
What do the Russians know about animal ESP?

For decades there have been persistent rumors, tales, and legends that government agencies all around the world have been secretly collecting and studying data on bizarre beasts, amazing animals, and strange creatures.

Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, sea serpents, psychic pets, the chupacabras, and the abominable snowman have all attracted official, classified interest.

Now, for the first time, the full, fearsome facts are finally revealed in Nick Redfern's Monster Files.

You'll discover all the amazing cryptozoological truths, conspiracies, and cover-ups behind the secret studies by the Pentagon, the Kremlin, and the British military, among many others.

Despite what your parents might have told you when you were a child, monsters, creepy creatures, and terrifying beasts really do exist. And our governments know all about them.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781601632630
Publisher:	Red Wheel/Weiser
Publication date:	05/22/2013
Edition description:	First Edition
Pages:	288
Product dimensions:	5.20(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Nick Redfern is the author of many books, including The Pyramids and the Pentagon; The Real Men in Black; The NASA Conspiracies; Keep Out!; Contactees; Memoirs of a Monster Hunter; and The World's Weirdest Places. He has appeared on more than 70 TV shows, including: Fox News; the BBC's Out of This World; the SyFy Channel's Proof Positive; the History Channel's Monster Quest, America's Book of Secrets, Ancient Aliens, and UFO Hunters; the National Geographic Channel's Paranatural; and MSNBC's Countdown. Nick writes regularly for UFO Magazine, Mysterious Universe, and Fate. He can be contacted at: nickredfernfortean.blogspot.com.

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CHAPTER 1

THE PRESIDENT'S BIGFOOT

Given that we have to start somewhere on our search for the truth about monsters and officialdom, we might as well show a fair degree of ambition and aim just about as high as we can. And it doesn't get much higher than the office of the President of the United States of America. Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt served as the Commander in Chief from 1901 to 1909 and is, to date, the youngest person to have ever held the position of presidential office: He was only 42 when he came to power. But, it's not the man's politics or youth that we're focusing on here. Rather, it's something monstrous, something malignant, something — or some thing — in the woods. Indeed, an inquiry into the controversial affair in question strongly suggests that the president became the recipient of nothing less than an early and quite graphic account of a violent encounter with a marauding, bloodthirsty Bigfoot.

As Roosevelt noted, frontiersmen are hardly the sort of people to be influenced by tales of paranormal or unexplained events. They are, after all, much too busy focusing on the practicalities and the day-to-day activities that go along with working, living, and hopefully surviving in the wild. But, there are occasional exceptions to that rule. And it was one of these exceptions that was actually made known to a U.S. president. The strange and sinister tale in question came to Roosevelt from a hunter by the name of Bauman. He had spent his entire life living and hunting in the American wilderness, and he was said to possess a profound knowledge of all sorts of tales of spectral entities and beasts of a most evil nature that haunted the forests, and that taunted and terrorized those people who dared intrude upon their dark domain.

Not surprisingly, given the impressive amount of time he spent in the forests of the United States, as well as his deep knowledge of supernatural lore, when Bauman spoke, the president listened. And he listened very carefully and closely, too. There was a good reason why Roosevelt's interest was so piqued. He, too, was an avid outdoorsman and a keen hunter. For example, in March of 1909, after his presidency was over, Roosevelt headed off to the expansive wilds of Africa, where he took part in a mammoth-sized hunt that saw at least 11,000 wild animals, including rhinos and elephants, slaughtered or captured by Roosevelt and his colleagues. So perhaps we can understand why Bauman's tale of terror so gripped the mind and imagination of this adventurous American president.

Deep in the woods, a nightmare begins

Back in the mid-1800s, Bauman and a friend spent time camping deep in the heart of the Bitterroot Range, a huge range in the Rocky Mountains that runs for more than 3,000 miles from British Columbia to New Mexico. It was on this particular range that something terrible, savage, and murderous lurked and roamed. At the time the incident took place, Roosevelt explained, Bauman was still very much a young man, and was hunting with a friend in a wild, mountainous area of the range. Not having had much success catching anything of significance, however, the duo elected to head to a much more desolate and seldom-traveled pass, through which ran a small stream, the home to a sizeable colony of beavers. Interestingly, the pass in question had developed an unnerving reputation as a place of malignancy and negativity. The reason for this was simple: Barely a year before the event that Bauman was about to describe, a woodsman was ripped to shreds and partially devoured by an unknown predator. The man's remains had been found by a shocked group of prospectors seeking their fortune, but who instead only encountered violent death and stark tragedy.

Bauman and his friend, however — both experienced men of the forests — were not at all daunted or dissuaded by this unsettling affair; in fact, far from it. The pair had packed all of the provisions they would need for significant time spent in the woods. Once they reached the pass, they headed still further up into the mountains with a pair of pack ponies as their only traveling companions. When the ground made going so difficult for the animals, Bauman and his buddy were forced to leave them in a stretch of meadow. The pair was now completely alone. For around four hours they trekked ever onward and upward through the dense, dark forest, finally reaching a small glade where they chose to make camp for the night — primarily due to the fact that there was evidence of plenty of game in the area. The next couple of hours were taken up with building a shelter and heading upstream to catch a few tasty salmon for a much-needed, hearty supper. It was when they returned to the camp that things took a decidedly alarming turn.

The camp was in a state of chaotic disarray. Some form of crazed, wild animal had evidently found the camp and virtually destroyed it. Their lean-to was mangled to pieces, backpacks had been torn open and their contents rifled, food was gone, and large paw-prints could be seen all around the area. The aggravated pair assumed they were bear prints — not an uncommon sight in that part of the world — so they had no choice but to quickly rebuild and settle down for the evening. As the night progressed, and as they scanned the area intently and with understandable trepidation, it became clear that the bear theory was not quite as sound as it had seemed earlier.

After carefully examining the numerous tracks, Bauman's comrade noted with astonishment that the beast — whatever it was — had clearly been walking on two legs. Totally baffled, the two studied the prints for a while longer, but were only able to conclude that they showed distinct paws or feet — but they were from no bear. The reason they knew is that although the tracks did seem to display evidence of claws — which certainly could have implied that a bear was the culprit, after all — bears only ambulate on their hind legs for very short periods of time. This particular creature appeared to be using them exclusively.

There was nothing more that could be done that evening, aside from getting a fitful night's sleep, which they did — for a while. Right around the witching hour, at 12 midnight, Bauman was abruptly jolted from his slumber and sat bolt upright. Although darkness was everywhere, his nose immediately told him there was an unclean wild beast lurking nearby. The animalistic stench was as strong and gut-wrenching as it was undeniable and immediate. But that was nothing compared to what happened next. Roosevelt listened, utterly transfixed and horrified, as Bauman described how a massive, animal-like form suddenly and briefly loomed into view. When Bauman had the firm presence of mind to quickly discharge his rifle in its direction, the beast made off like a shot. Unfortunately, the impenetrable darkness prevented Bauman from getting a good look at the elusive monstrosity in their midst. Not surprisingly, very little further slumber was had that night, and the pair wisely chose to get the campfire going again, in hopes of deterring the beast from returning and causing even more mayhem.

Fortunately, nothing else of an alarming nature occurred that night, and so the following morning, the two hunters headed off to check on several traps they had set the day before. Pleased with the plentiful bounty they yielded, the two headed back to the camp with several unlucky animals destined to become their tasty evening meal. But once again, all was not as it should have been. To the anger and growing alarm of the duo, their camp had been wrecked yet again. The newly reconstructed shelter was destroyed, their makeshift beds were in violent disarray and had been tossed around the glade, and just about everywhere there were those huge, bipedal footprints.

Unfortunately for Bauman and his friend, whatever had made those prints was quick to return. Although the darkness was by now all-encompassing, the cumbersome yet quick movements of the obviously very heavy animal on the floor of the forest echoed all around the camp, as did an unsettlingly weird, drawn-out howl or moan, which set their hair standing on end. Thankfully, the blazing fire kept the beast at bay. Bauman may have been an experienced man of the forest, but by now, even he had had just about enough, and so had his friend. Admitting to the president that the creature or fiend — whatever it was — had gotten the better of them, they decided that the wisest course of action was to get the hell out of there. Doing so in complete darkness would not have been the brightest of ideas, however; so the plan was to keep the fire going steadily through the night, which would hopefully deter the creature from coming any closer, and then make good their escape at daybreak. If only it had been that simple. Sadly, it was anything but.

Murder at the hands of a beast

When the sun began to rise the next morning, the two decided it was a case of now or never, and began their journey home. Ominously, however, even as they left the camp, the pair had a growing, nerve-jangling sensation that they were being shadowed by someone or something that, although it could be heard, quite clearly did not wish to be seen. The telltale, constant snapping of branches and rustling among the trees made it clear that the infernal thing was stealthily and expertly following their every move. This continued for the greater part of the day. As much as they wanted to beat a hasty retreat from that malevolent, godforsaken place, there was one last task the men needed to take care of: They needed food. On the previous day they had laid three beaver traps in a small pond situated in a large ravine. If the traps had worked, that meant yet another good supply of food for the return journey. In the heart of the dense forests, far away from home and civilization, food, of course, was a vital necessity. So Bauman volunteered to go and check the traps. It was a decision that may very well have saved his life. But his friend, who was tasked to set up their next camp, was not so lucky. Unfortunately, there was just no way the two could complete the journey back down the mountains before darkness fell.

Sure enough, the traps had done their job, and Bauman was a satisfied and very relieved man as he headed back to the camp. Satisfaction and relief were quickly replaced by fear, however. Very oddly, as the man himself explained to Roosevelt, as he reached the camp it was utterly and deafeningly silent. No birds, no animals, no wind, no noise. Even the soles of his shoes seemed to make no sound at all as they crunched on the fallen twigs and leaves beneath. This was most assuredly not a good sign. Approaching tentatively and with great caution, Bauman called out to his friend. There was no answer. That was even worse. With quickly mounting concern, Bauman could see that the campfire had all but gone out; the only thing that remained was its leftover smoke coiling and swirling upward into the thick forest canopy. By now extremely worried, Bauman called out to his friend with anxiety once more. Again, there was no reply.

Suddenly and most horribly, Bauman knew why his cries had remained unanswered. Stretched out next to the huge trunk of a once-mighty fallen spruce was what remained of the body of Bauman's hunting partner. Throwing all caution to the wind, he raced over to his friend to try to help, but it was obviously far too late. Bauman stared in utter shock as cold fear sank its teeth into him: The man's neck had been broken, and savage bite marks covered his bloodied, pummelled neck. And all around, there were yet more of those strange, huge bipedal tracks. Looking at the scene in a state of shock, Bauman had an all-too-clear picture of what had happened: His friend had evidently been sitting on the fallen spruce, warming his chilled hands over the welcoming fire that he had built right in front of it, when the unknown infernal beast of the forest had silently crept upon him from behind and mercilessly torn into him with pulverizing, almost-demonic force. What was worse, the broken body appeared as though the gigantic animal had rolled over it time and time again, apparently in some nightmarish form of obscene, maniacal glee.

Bauman, by now in a state of sheer panic, knew there was only one option available to him if he was to get out of there alive. He abandoned all his possessions and provisions, aside from his rifle, and ran for his life. It was a long and torturous trek back to civilization, during which, as Bauman told Roosevelt, he had come to believe that the creature was less flesh and blood and more diabolical or demonic, something akin to a terrible devil or goblin. Finally Bauman reached the pass where he and his friend had left the ponies; to Bauman's eternal relief, the animals were still there, happily grazing. It was a warming sight for Bauman, and the darkness and inchoate terror that had plagued him as he fled the woods finally lifted. The terrible events were at their end and the nightmare was over.

What we seem to have here is an undeniably fascinating and controversial tale that, rather incredibly, involves nothing less than a U.S. president being informed of the startling facts pertaining to an early, documented encounter with a violent, homicidal Bigfoot — an encounter that ended in the inhumane, bloody slaughter of a real person. Moreover, as will become graphically clear later in the pages of this book, this is not the only occasion upon which senior figures in American officialdom and hairy, giant man-beasts of the woods have crossed paths. For those reasons alone, the saga of President Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt and his friend Bauman is an illustrative and, for our purposes, appropriate place to begin our turbulent journey into weird waters. And speaking of weird waters ...

CHAPTER 2

SERPENTS OF THE HIGH SEAS

Who would ever have thought that sensational secrets about gigantic monsters of the seas could be contained deep within the concrete confines of a government facility in southwest London for more than a century and with nary an acknowledgment of their existence? This statement is one 100-percent true all the same, though. The location at issue is the National Archives, which is home to priceless, historic official documents dating back more than 1,000 years, as well as to millions of pages of previously classified files from the British equivalent of the CIA (referred to as MI6), the nation's version of the FBI (known as MI5), and the British Army, Royal Air Force, and Royal Navy. And it's to that latter body — those brave mariners of the mighty, high seas — that we will now turn our attentions. It's time to open up something undeniably remarkable: the British government's sea serpent file.

"It is enough to frighten the strong at heart"

The dossier in question begins with a remarkable confrontation that occurred on May 9, 1830, between a gargantuan sea monster and the entire crew of the Rob Roy, which was a British Royal Navy ship that was on its way home after an extensive voyage across the perilous waters of the Atlantic Ocean. As the ship passed by the island of St. Helena, something incredible occurred, as the Rob Roy's captain, one James Stockdale, detailed in the ship's log. It was an astonishing event, worthy of the most sensational parts of Michael Crichton's Jurassic Park and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World:

About five p.m. all at once while I was walking on the poop, my attention was drawn to the water on the port bow by a scuffling noise. Likewise all the watch on deckwere drawn to it. Judge my amazement when what should stare us all in the face as if not knowing whether to come over the deck or to go around the stern — but the great big sea snake! Now I have heard of the fellow before — and I have killed snakes twenty-four feet long in the straits of Malaca, but they would go in his mouth. I think he must have been asleep for we were going along very softly two knots an hour, and he seemed as much alarmed as we were — and all taken aback for about fifteen seconds. But he soon was underway and, when fairly off, his head was square with our topsail and his tail was square with the foremast (Stockdale, 1830).

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Table of Contents

Introduction 11

Chapter 1 The Presidents Bigfoot 15

Chapter 2 Serpents of the High Seas 25

Chapter 3 An Army of Manimals 31

Chapter 4 A Wartime Wolfman 45

Chapter 5 Weird and Wacky Winged Wonders of War 57

Chapter 6 How the Pentagon Made a Monster 63

Chapter 7 Welcome to the Jungle 71

Chapter 8 Animal ESP and the U.S. Army 77

Chapter 9 A Yeti-Hunting 007 85

Chapter 10 Secret Agents and a Supersized Snake 101

Chapter 11 Autopsying a Monster 109

Chapter 12 The Strange Saga of Acoustic Kitty 115

Chapter 13 The Minnesota Iceman, the FBI, and the Vietnam War 121

Chapter 14 From Lake Monsters to Secret Experiments 131

Chapter 15 Sasquatch, UFOs, and the U.S. Air Force 141

Chapter 16 BackintheU.S.S.R. 153

Chapter 17 Are We Ready for Bigfoot? 159

Chapter 18 A Mountain of Secrets 167

Chapter 19 The Nessie Files 177

Chapter 20 A Nightmare From the Skies 185

Chapter 21 Specters and Phantimals 193

Chapter 22 The Abcs of a Royal Conspiracy 201

Chapter 23 The Biggest Blooper of Them All 211

Chapter 24 In Search of the Governments Mermaids 215

Chapter 25 The Cat Is Out of the Bag 221

Chapter 26 Werewolves and the Military 229

Chapter 27 Something Dwells Down Under 241

Conclusion 253

Bibliography 261

Index 277

Acknowledgments 283

About the Author 285