Searching for Bigfoot: He Killed My Father I Will Seek Vengeance

How Bigfoot killed my father

On April 19, 2007, my father Lloyd Holmes and I, Josiah Holmes, decided to take a camping trip in the wonderful hills of Yosemite National Park. In what was supposed to be a lovely week of father and son bonding, it quickly turned into a true quest of survival. Two days after Bigfoot murdered my father and left me bloodied and beaten in a nearby ditch, park rangers finally arrive to the scene of the crime to rescue me.

It's been over two years since this heinous attack took place. Left with one hand, one testicle crooked pinky toe, and a severe drug addiction, I will now head back west and seek my vengeance. I will endure many adventures, conflicts, and obstacles along the way, but nothing will stop me from conquering this beast. Bigfoot took the life of my father, my best friend, and my hero, and I will have no mercy on his soul.

I dedicate this search to all who have been hurt by this beast, and I will not rest until vengeance is served.

The Search begins

Log Book: November 11, 2009

Its been over two years since my life was changed forever. After what was supposed to be a lovely father and son vacation in the Northern California hills of Yosemite National Park, it soon turned to "The Trip From Hell." After a long day of traveling we decided to stop and set up camp. Leaving my father to put up the tent, I went out to gather fire wood. Little did I know this would be the last time I would see my father alive.

After hearing shouting coming from our camp area, I rushed back. I noticed my father being pummeled and beaten by what seemed to be a bear. In an attempt to rescue my father from this animals ape like paws, I was immediately thrown into a nearby ditch. Being unable to move my legs and losing feeling in my left upper thigh/crotch region all the way down to my foot, I lay hovered over in that ditch and witnessed the heinous slaughtering of my father. I new then that I would soon be his next victim. Moments later, however, we made what I can only describe as an intimate moment of eye to eye contact. He presumed to walk slowly towards me, tilting his head to the left with a very sympathetic look in his eyes. As he approached my motionless body he reached down and softly caressed my hand. Then in an instant and with no hesitation he opened his mouth and took a big bite down tearing into my wrist and all the way through the bone. Then I went into what I can only explain as sudden shock, I was twitching and shaking as though I was having a seizure. Within seconds I lost consciousness. Bigfoot had just done the unimaginable. He had just killed my father, destroyed my vehicle, taken my clothes, ate all my food, destroyed all of my money, and left me to die in that ditch with one hand, one testicle and what later was diagnosed as a broken a pinky toe.

Round 1

I was then awoke in a hospital bed by a beautiful nurse who explained to me that after two nights in the hills I was eventually rescued by Park Rangers. I then tried explaining to her what had happened, after having little success convincing her that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me in this state, I demanded to speak to the rangers who found me. Once again explaining my story to the rangers and also to a few more nosey hospital workers listening in through the curtain, I wound up being put in a loony bin. After 36 days of eating nothing but pills and trying to block out the nightmares of what I had been through, I managed to somehow break myself out of that hell hole.

Since excaping the loony house almost 2 years ago, I've devoted my life to researching everything about Bigfoot. I have studied where he sleeps in the winter to where he sleeps in the summer. I've learned what he eats, and I've learned what he's attracted too. I now feel ready and very confident that I will find and destroy him. I have properly prepared for this grueling quest, and I will now seek my vengeance and redemption

Log Book: November 12, 2009

I have finally saved up enough money so I can buy the proper supplies for my "Hunt for Bigfoot." Mark my words, as long as my heart is still pounding, that son of a bitch will not get away with wrecking my life. I must get closure on this tragedy. No matter how long it takes, I will find that hairy bastard and put him 6 feet under, which is right where he belongs.

I will be setting off on my voyage into the mountains of Wyoming and Montana on february 1st. So that only gives me three more months of hands-on training. This is my destiny, Bigfoot will pay for what he did.

Log book: November 13, 2009

So today I headed to the Halloween USA store and bought a couple of Bigfoot outfits. I am a bit out of shape right now, and of course I only have one hand, and a hook hand, so I am going to start slow. I bought a child size bigfoot costume, a teen size bigfoot costume, and an adult sized bigfoot costume. I will first start with taking down a dressed up mini bigfoot, so in order to do this I had to go to the local elementary school and find some of the most bad SOB's walking the playground. I found only one kid though, but he was 4'8'' and a lean, mean fighting machine. He dominated those monkey bars, and you should of seen how high he could get on that swing. I figure if I can find one more like him, then I can dress em' up as minifoot's and have them hide in the woods and I will find them with my bigfoot instinct (its like my 6th sense). I think if I can pass that test, then i'll move on to mediumfoot training. (video footage will be coming soon).Bigfoot is going down

Log Book: November 14, 2009

Well I just connived my out of going to jail. However, I think I might be spending 30 days in mental institution again. I was again searching for prospective minifoots at the local elementary and I was approached by a undercover policeman, who was there because there was a tip of a strange man in his mid 20's lingering around the playgrounds yesterday,(what a sicko). So the policeman asked, " Sir, why are you in the playgrounds watching and staring at little kids?" I respond "I am scouting for little kids to dress up in a costume, and then possibly filming them attacking me." The Policeman then responds with "why?" So I told him, "I need to practice for my hunt for bigfoot, but I need to start training first." the policeman stood there staring at me like I was nutz, but I assured him I was no sicko trying to get little kids to come home with me. i also told him if he let me stay for a little bit longer i will keep an eye out for that sick SOB who was at the playgrounds yesterday. The policeman responds with " well sir, that sick SOB from yesterday was described to me as someone who fits your exact description." I just stood there blank, and had no response. Did this guy really think I am child predator? Look at me do i look like a creepo? then i thought to myself "well yes i probably do, and me giving out candy probably doesn't help either." So i agreed to leave immediately. The policeman escorted me off the grounds and asked one last question "Are you really looking for Bigfoot?' I gave a very determined look, and said "That is my destiny sir, he killed my father, ate all my food, stole my clothes and money, and left me with one testicle, five fingers, and a now crooked, once broken pinky toe." and away i walked into the woods (it’s a short cut home)

Round 2: Camping out searching and training

Log Book: November 14, 2009

Well I have decided to ditch the medium and adult bigfoot training. I no longer wish to explain myself to the local policemen on why I’m trying to get people to dress up in bigfoot costumes and play a game of hide and seek with me in the woods behind my fathers old abandoned house. I am also beginning to worry that the town sherif is tapping into what I have on my computer. I have found copies of my research on the bulletin boards of the post office, in the library, and in the local church. This has really been raising some serious questions of my sanity with the local town folk. It is just becoming to much work trying to explain my actions to everyone in town. If everyone would just believe that it was indeed Bigfoot who left me disfigured like I am, and who ended the life of a town hero then I might not need to follow through on this quest for vengeance and redemption. But now it's just gone to far and I feel the only way I will ever be looked at in the same light i once was, is to hunt this beast down, and prove to them all that he indeed is real and he did ruin my life.

So now I have a new plan of attack. I am going into hiding for a few weeks until the weather deems appropriate. Then once it does, I am going to go to the woods of Northern Ohio for 3 days. It is on this training session where I will practice the art of wilderness survival. I will bring no food, no water, and no tent. I will truly be man vs. wild. When I get thirsty I will drink from the rivers, when i get hungry I will use my wilderness instinct to track and kill deer, squirrel, and possibly rabbit. Using my trusty Swiss army knife, I will skin the fur off the dead and use it for warmth. Then draining the blood from the carcass, I will paint my face and body like a true warrior Indian. I will become one with nature and Bigfoot won't stand a chance against me.

I only have three months until I set off for Wyoming. The conquest is coming sooner than I imagined

Log Book: November 15, 2009

Maumee River in Northern Ohio.

I will be tracking and hiking up hills of ice in Wyoming when I start my mission in March, so I have located a place in Ohio that resembles what I will be dealing with. I am going to camp out for three days and track deer, and squirrel. I have also paid my roommate to dress in bigfoot gear and he has already headed to this area. He's going to be leaving traces of evidence that he's been there in the same manner that Bigfoot himself would leave if he was in the area. This will simulate what I will be looking for when the real quest begins

Log Book: November 17, 2009

I arrived in town of Maumee early in the morning and I have hiked for the last 5 hours. I am now setting up camp for the night. It looks as though my roommate has been here. He's left feces and traces of urination on a nearby tree, marking his territory exactly as bigfoot would do. Also I have seen Bigfoot prints in some mud heading up near the bend of the river. It looks as though he was hunting for trout, or salmon. After my two years of research I’ve come to the conclusion bigfoot loves all sorts of fish! Just thinking about all this is making me become very hungry and I need to find something before it gets dark.

Log Book: November 17, 2009

I have just returned from tracking some deer. I wrestled down a 8-point buck and gutted him with my swiss-army knife. I am now one with nature. I have successfully slaughtered a deer with my bare hands, and my warrior instincts have never been so alive. I have decided to cut the heart out and keep it as a ritual tool for my late night Indian dance, when I will call on the spirit guides to give me the power to survive and the insight to track bigfoot. I will also be smoking some paoti, which I scored from an indian guide I met outside of Toledo. This will help call the spirits and possibly make me more zoned into this mission

Log Book: Sometime between november 17 and 18, 2009 in early morning

I have made a fire, then cooked and ate my deer meat. I am feeling very unusual feelings however from this paoti I smoked. I am hearing voices in my head and I am starting to hallucinate. I don't think this was a good idea? I think I am being stalked by a wilderness creature as well. Could it be the Blair witch? Am I in Pennsylvania or still in Ohio? Why am I here? What am I doing? These voices are making me go nutz! I need to document this so in case I die tonight someone will know what happened, it just seems like a good idea right now. I am so scared! What is that noise? Who's standing behind me? I am feeling extremely hot, I am stripping down to my underoos. I don't think I'll be needing that deer skin blanket I made earlier? I do need to get these voices out of my head though! What am I too do? I am just going to curl into the fetal position and try to sleep. I can only hope i awake in the morning!

Still Here

Log Book:November 19, 2009 still early morning

The hallucinations have wared down, I now remember what I'm doing out here again. I am however freezing my one and only testicle off! For some strange reason I awoke this morning curled up in a ball wearing nothing more than my poke-a-dot thong, and sucking on my one and only thumb like a two-year old child. After reading my entries from last night It seems as though I wrote a bit about what went on. I will say the paoti was a trip, but I think it's best to leave it behind.I do still have that sheet of acid and that hit of X I scored from the tree huggers festival my sisters band was playing at outside of Sylvania. Anyway back to important stuff. I do now remember what I am here for, I am doing a trial run for my search for bigfoot. I cannot ever lose this as my objective. If this happens again on my actual search, I have serious doubts that I would ever be able to find him? I also don't think I would be able to survive through another panic attack like that either? I need to just remember that he killed my father, left me with one testicle, five fingers, and as of now a crooked pinky toe which has since been permanently missing its nail. This should keep me motivated enough to keep on truckin'!

The Final Chapters

Log Book: november 19, 2009

I have been walking for the last 3 hours and its time too take a long break. I am however becoming a little worried that I am heading in the wrong direction, as I have not seen any clues that my roommate has been through this area. I am also contemplating putting an end to this mission. I had no Idea how isolated and alone I would become out in these woods. If I cant survive this test run, then there is surely no chance I will survive months in the woods of Wyoming and Montana. Well I guess I will try this acid I have, and maybe it will rejuvenate me to continue on. I only have one day left to track down the imposter bigfoot. Times running thin.

Log Book: November 19, 2009

Well its been only a few moments later and this acid has kicked in. I have continued walking westward, and I am starting to see bigfoot prints up ahead. I am happy to know i am still heading in the right direction. These hallucinations are very vivid, and I am again second guessing my decision to trip out in these woods. I can't stop tracking my roommate though as I am severely running out of time to accomplish my feat.

Log Book: november 19, 2009

It feels like im walking down the yellow brick road from the Wizard of Oz I am again hearing voices, and It seems as though these trees are growing arms and hands. If a scarecrow starts talking to me I will know I'm in deep trouble. I am happy to report some good news, I have stumbled upon a recent spot of fresh urination, and it looks like he must have led down for a nap earlier in this brush pile. He is very close and I can feel the finish line closing in ahead. Time to set up camp for the night and let this trip finally wear off.

Log Book: November 20, 2009

I have awoken this morning to much distress. It seems as though I have not moved sense I took that hit of acid yesterday. All that travel I logged about was all a delusion. It felt so real, I can't believe this has happened. I have severely damaged my chances of finding the imposter Bigfoot by my deadline of today. I have failed myself and most importantly my father. I have decided to pack it in and head home. I only hope my roommate realizes my failure and decides to do the same.

Log Book: November 20, 2009

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a drug addict. If I don't cure this disease I will never be able to catch Bigfoot. I left my one and only friend in Ohio, dressed up as bigfoot, and he was tragically murdered by a group of Deer Hunters. I don't know if I can live with this weight on my shoulders. I have now lost a good friend because of this stupid quest I'm on. Could I just give up? No I won't because I know in the end there will be a rainbow. I have to quit the drugs, they are messing with my mind, and I'll never succeed this venture if I'm High. I think I may go to a rehab clinic to get myself clean again. It's the only way that I’ll be able to finish this quest for vengeance.

Log Book: November 28, 2009

Well I decided to join this experimental treatment center to help stop my drug use. I had read about this place in the paper that would pay me to try out new pills. These pills are supposed to help my body function freely without the drugs and help negate the withdrawal symptoms I would incur, so I figure getting paid and rehabilitated would kill two birds with one stone, so away I go onto the Fassey Clinic. I am going to stay there for 60 days and hopefully this stint will sober me up enough to conquer my quest.

Log Book: November 29

I am in the Fassey Clinic taking these experimental drugs 3 times a day. I hadn’t yet had a urge to use cocaine, heroin, or any other substance that would be illegal. I have met some nice people here to. It seems everyone is dressed up in white, which is a bit odd? I do have a roommate named Pearl, who’s here trying to get clean too! While talking to Pearl today I found out some interesting things. It seems Pearl is from Seattle, Washington, (coincidence?) So we get to talking and I tell him about my encounter with bigfoot. I thought Pearl would just blow me off like everyone else, and too my surprise he didn't. Pearl sat there listening with a very intense look on his face. I could tell he was about to interrupt me with something. And when he finally did, I heard from him perhaps the craziest bigfoot story ever, even more out there than mine. So Pearl goes onto tell me that in the summer of 1977 he and his son were out in the woods in Seattle hunting for marijuana plants. He had known of this place on outskirts of town where they could go and grab a few plants. As he stated to me "the times were very tough" So he thought shit I need to make a little money until a job comes around, and selling some of this to the people who ain't got no access to this weed filled territory could help. But the aftermath that occurred from this venture was life changing. Pearl went on to tell me the most horrific story ever....Bare with me here its going to be sick and sadistic, but i have to write what i’ve been told. On that night Pearl had gotten fired from his job at the local coffee factory. So while in a state of utter shock and feeling as though a failure, he went out and did the one thing that he had thought he left in his past. He took his last few dimes and got some LSD, which was becoming popular around town. After scoring this and getting his fix on, he returned home to his lovely wife, Loretta and 11 year old son Timmy, flying high as a kite, it seemed so easy to mention that he had just lost his job. After seeing and hearing this Loretta tossed his ass out on the street. Out ran young Timmy "Papa, are you ok?" Pearl responded with these fateful words " Son, I'm high on LSD, I got no job, no wife, and no income coming in." Then an idea struck him, "Son I need you to drive me up to valley." Pearl goes onto say, "telling an eleven year old boy he could drive, was like telling a newborn child to piss in the toilet." I honestly have know idea what that meant, but I swear as Buddha is my witness that's what he said. Anyway back to 1977, Timmy is driving the beat up old chevelle up to marijuana mountain with his tripping' out father riding passenger. When they reach the place they both get out of the car, bringing only one flashlight with em' they went on into the woods where the weeds grew, but of course something else was there as well, (maybe it was drug Tycoon, Honda's flunkeys, but he seems to say it was indeed Bigfoot, and I believe him) While traveling through the tight weeded areas, Pearl heard a noise, not similar to his LSD trip noises, so he stopped. He screams back " Yo Timmy, you there?" He waits a few minutes (or so he thought, hes really high) and gets no answer. He starts hearing deep breaths, behind him, closer, closer, and closer, they come, is it the LSD or is it real? Pearl doesn't know, but he don't want too stay any longer too find out. So he tracks his path back to his Chevelle, once returned, oddly enough he sees Timmy there standing. Pearl Yells out " what you doing young son?" Timmy looks at him scared and nervous. and replies with a whisper, "Sasquatch is real, and he's going to kill us, please papa save me, save me,?" But before Pearl could come to the rescue he witnessed Bigfoot tear his only son to shreds, and then eating everything, but timmys left foot ( really he showed it to me, he wears Timmys foot bone around his neck). High on LSD, fired from his job, kicked out by his wife, and failing in his attempt to steal marijuana plants from big time drug tycoon, Honda, Pearls life that he knew was over.

Back to present day, and now my utter remorse for what he has went through, we sat together and vowed that we would clean ourselves up, and then hit the road and get that bastard. Pearl also noted that in his one and only attempt to save his son, Bigfoot not only took one of his testicles, but both of em' and his name aint Pearl it's really Johnny or John for short. So now I have a reason to clean myself up, and so does John. After we stay in this Fassey clinic for our 60 day time period, taking these experimental drugs, John and I are going to be released with $3,000 for each of us and now not one, but two men, with new found spirits, that our going to find and Kill the one thing that has wrecked our lives, Bigfoot.

Part 2:

"Were stuck I yell, I cant get out of this god forsaken place." John ..You there . "Yep" they are not going to let us out of this place, we need to escape. Forget the money they said we would get, we gotta be free. The vent above 2hours pass bye:

Im crawling through this vent and its getting to me. Its so tiny, but we have to get outta this place so onward I go. John you there "yes" we are going to be fine. Here comes another fuckn rat your way john. Look out. Oh my god I see Light. I am slithering through like a snake now.. BOOM. It worked , by god it worked, John were free, free, ..Holy hell. Get to the road. .

We made it out of that Fassy clinic. Im thinking it was a place for the mentally insane. But John and I are far from that. Well what now we aren’t going to have 3 grand we thought we were going to have after successfully. Completing the clinic tests. Well we are in white clothes walking down the road. So I guess we must hitchhike. After 2hours of passing cars we finally got a person in 1957 red chevy to pick us up. At first glance we were a little weary of this fella. But shit we gotta go find bigfoot so what the hell. This greasy tall lean man , is very odd to us, his name is Todd. We drive along with telling stories about bigfoot and how we are headed up to Washington to trace his steps. It just so happens that Todd Is headed that way too. But h’s looking for the man who killed his Race Horse. Todd is a Race Horse junky, It seems as though A man came down to Toads Horse stables upset about a race that had happened earlier and just unloaded fire after fire on Golden Glory. Then the guy went on the run after that. After brushing through the crime scene, Todd had found a finger print and he has the name of the man who killed his thoroughbred.

So now there’’s three of us heading up to Washington. So look out here we come.

Log Book: We are driving down the highway and we are stoned. We stop up at this big festival in the woods of Oregon. Man was that a blast Eating chromes and smoking the green. I have know idea what was going on from this party. But I feel awful because we were supposed to be drug free, but when you got hot naked bodies flying bye you must stop. Or you’’re no man. Now my minds messed up even more. I try telling people at this festival about bigfoot and it done’’t go over well. I guess he is a Friend to these people. Damn bigfoot making friends out west and killing humans out east. Maybe he stopped at some these parties on his way through and got really drugged up too otherwise I cant imagine him not killing anyone on his way through. But Those were some good drugs.

Log Book: December something I think? who knows anymore

Back on the road after the festival. We are nearing Bigfoot’’s presents I can feel it .I don’’t know what im going to do when I come face-face with this creature. .........................

Dialogue:

I yell Todd wake up man your falling a sleep. John is behind the wheel. We are nearing the point of where Todd’’s stop is. He knows he must get ready to get his revenge. Sober up Todd, Your about to kill a man. See John and I have no problem with killing a man. But it seems this long journey has made Todd think twice about doing this awful crime. The mans about to get gutta work here shortly, are you ready Todd? How are we going to do this. Shit, do it,...take the shovel hit him. Ok we got him down. Is this the man that killed Golden Glory . Looking down at him Todd goes "yes"so We tie this bastard up. I have an idea. We use this man as bait for bigfoot. OK. Now we got bait. This couldn’t be any better.

THE FINAL CHAPTER

Late November 2009

I have just awoken, im lying on the ground in my thong, it seems to still be the afternoon of late November 2009 and the sun is now glaring down on me, its semi-cold, little snow and I have images flashing in my head, from one of the craziest trips I ever have been on. Possibly the last mission was hallucinated in my mind, For some reason I have documented a search for a creature that never took place. The good news is I think I only dreamed that my dear old, best friend, was tragically murdered by deer hunters. As i'm still in the Maumee Woods. I better fend off for home. I desperately want to look for bigfoot, but drugs are just drawing me in circles. This trip was so vivid, though. I feel like everything I wrote down really happened I cant explain it, but maybe an out of body experience occurred? The people ,the faces, were they all fake? They Couldn’t of been? Pearl "A.K.A. John" not being real? Wow he seemed so life like. I just don’’t know anymore. I really may have a mental disability . I do need help. My journey is going to come to this end , I will head home with these notes I talk about crazy things that really didn’’t happen. Or did they? Bigfoot I know your out there, I say one day I might be able to find you and kill you and redeem my fathers death., but as for today I need to get my head on straight. No more hallucinogens for me, only prescribed drugs from the doc. Then, maybe, I will get that hairy bastard who killed my father.

January, 2012

I am back my friends, the last two years have been crazy, i got one of those mechanical hands and I decided to join the navy. I traveled the world, giving up on the search for those 2 years, now im healthy and off the drugs and my mind is rested, So Its show time, im back on my search again.

January 29^th, 2012

I’ve started up amateur wrestling classes at The Beasts (I cant give out names but he’s U.F.C. hall of famer) place in location in Coldwater, MI., with a good friend of mine. This will get me back in attack mode, im going to find Bigfoot, there know denying that, its just when I the problem

January 29^th, 2012,

Before I get into the training i’ve done again. I should let you know what i’ve done in the past two years so lets begin with The Navy.

My journey Began in 2009

after making it out of separations, i was back into boot camp. One Captains mast Down, but more to come. I guess an assault on civilian swimmer isn’t tolerated these days in boot camp. I was ordered to take an anger management course ,that’’s where , according to Sr. Chief Rodriguez I found out that I might have big penis, I probably liked to stare at my naked body in the mirror, and I may have been molested a child. This guy was crazy. He would touch me on the thigh, It was funny to see his reaction. when i would agree to everything he was saying. Like one question was "do you like looking in the mirror, I bet your penis is big? Do you play with it in front of the mirror? What kinda sick questions are these amigo? I think they were trying to make me be aggressive, or at least i hoped, with these tactics. Well after all that for a week, I finally passed and was sent to a new division. Wow that was a close one I thought to myself. So after my 3 months of boot camp, where i got to watch movies and play games for 1 week and trained the rest of the time, I finally made it through. I graduated. Now Im off to Culinary Arts school, which was right across the street. Yes i had fun in school over there, but we were drummed like boot camp again. Being woken up at 0400, to go and run 5 miles, every other day, but it became easy after awhile. be up at 0400 go run, then go cook food for the next 8 hours. It was a good time. I passed the school with a 93%. But little did I know that The Cook Don was in waiting. I took my 15 days of leave, got married, got called by my Senior Chief Saying I was UA, because they thought i was supposed be on the ship the week before. I guess contact from Illinois to Virginia is impossible, really. One phone call to my old command would have straightened that out. but it must have been too hard for S.C. Cabana can, to do that. maybe he didn’t understand the American way to do things. Anyway, we got it figured out, but dumb me got married. And thats where the twist and turns began.

Norfolk, VA

I was greeted by whom we later nabbed as "tinker bell". CS3 Hurley. Wow what in the world did i get into. His womanly voice, and flip flops, with spiked and frosted Hair. He had it going on, and I bet he was front row watching the day that the united states decided that its ok to be gay and serve our country! Im in my dress whites. Alright so anyway we drive off to my new home, The USS Donald Cook. AS soon as i enter the ship I could feel tension building. around the area. I guess they had just removed a CS1 Digger and made him a DC3 Digger, for messing around with a fellow shipmate, and then bragging about it. Well That happened to be The new CS1 Candy. She took his job, basically everything, but his manhood. Well unknowingly, My ship decides to take a 3 week tour of the sea the next day. and while this was going on My wife, who I was told by my command to not have come down until October, decided to drive to Virginia. once we pull in Im thinking I get to get off this ship and find out whats going on with my wife. She Cant just stay in a Motel from week-week. So I leave, and I guess I was supposed to be on the ship working until 1800 with CS2 Low Rider (he was a good man and I kinda screwd him over).So there I was unknowingly UA in virginia. after I found my wife, I decided to sleep it off a couple nights. My fault. After finally returning to the ship on monday, I was hit with another captains mast for the UA Fiasco. Well I took my licks, spent 10 days on restriction. And then Thinking Im coming home to a loving wife, I was shell shocked to find out she had rented this apartment for 990 a month, and was sleeping with guy across the street. So now my heads spinning. I end up being put in a behavioral center for one week. because she said i was suicidal. well after the week ends I was back on the Donald Cook again, riding along side by my SO Rose, a friend maybe? But two days later i happen to hear a voice message from that same SO calling my phone drunk, and leaving a message to My wife. Well the next day, i decided to whisper in ensign Roses ear, that I know what you are doing an im wanting him to stop. Then he freaked out and called me into the office with sr. chief. But at least this time i was right so this incident got rubbed under the table. But that whisper in that ear would later become my demise.

Portsmouth, VA: The Yards

Well i’ve been fitting in a little bit with the navy life, After being diagnosed as suicidal, and extremely depressed, also after being arrested on board the ship by Virginia Beach police, for assault on a family member, my chain of command thought it best for me to go down to the reefer decks and become the JOD's assistant. They don't trust me around any knifes, which ironically is what I was holding the day my life changed forever, but I’ll get to that later. My new task dealt with working for CS2 Ice. I didn’t know much about this fella at the time, but from what I saw, I was a little frightened. This man was Tatted up and down his body, and out of work he dressed like a gangster/ drug dealer. Short guy with blonde hair and a sarcastic tone which eventually became are thing in common. If looks made a sailor, then this guy was sure to be a bad one. But you cant always go by the cover, as CS2 proved to me. I don’t think I ever learned as much in the navy as I did when I was working with this guy. Yeah we would slack at times, and go hide and sleep for a few hours to rest off the booze from the night before, but I quickly learned when tasked with a job, this CS was on the ball. Any question I would ask he would have the answer. He new the Navy from top to bottom, and quickly gained my respect. We were tasked with breaking out the everyday food for the cooks to make for our crew. This job usually only took about 3 hours tops, and yet we were stuck on the ship until 1500. So everyday wed have to come up with something to kill time. Mostly it was having me go out and shine the bell. but when it was shined, we usually just sat and plaid games on our phones, and told stories. Not a bad gig in my mind.But of course after awhile I was going to have to go back to real CS work and I new it. So i lived in the moment and enjoyed my time off from work. Usually going out at night and ending up drunk downtown, picking up escorts. Yeah it was good but i blew a lot of cash in the doing of this. Except for one occasion, where i rented a room out at the Navy Lodge and called up a lady to come over, she charged a steep price and i was unwilling to pay it all up front. So after we did are thing, the girl asked for the other half and I told her that I didn’t have it. Whoopsi, that was not going over to well. She quickly jumped on the phone to her pimp and told him the situation. He asked her what room I was in and she thank god had forgotten. And I swear to you the next thing out of her mouth was "what room are you staying in" i couldn't believe she just asked me that, but being the coy man i am, I quickly told her to go look on the outside of the door. And believe it or not she fell for it. Wow. as soon as she exited the door to look I gave her quick shove and slammed the door Knowing that this wasn't over by a long shot, I high tailed it out of the back door and ran around the corner and jumped in a cab and never returned. Wow, Unbelievable, that was a close one in my opinion. I probably could of been shot. Now it was time for me to take it easy on the escort business, and that I did. Never again for this guy. Now I had a better idea of how to spend my weekends, taking a bus up to Dover Delaware to play the game of Texas Hold'em. But after one wild weekend with that I decided to stay on the ship each weekend. I was out in Dover playing at a cash table on a sunday morning doing extremely well, and just playing patient waiting for my alarm to go off so I could run to catch my bus at 1700. But unfortunately, I have a gambling problem, and I started to lose. So to get the edge off of losing I drank a beer or two, and still kept losing. Finally running out of my last $700 in a span of three hours, I suddenly realized my alarm must not of went off, it had to be about time for bus to go, and sure enough I was right. The clock read 1745. Oh snap, Im in trouble, I missed my bus, and have no money to get back home. So searching through my phone looking for help I called Mr. CS2 Ice, he was drunk and didn't have a real good option for me, so I new I was dead in the water. But much to my luck I was standing there and a older man overheard my conversations, and introduced himself as a Master Chief in the Navy out of Norfolk, VA. No kidding. How lucky am I. He offered me a ride back that night, and I made it back on the ship broke, and drunk, but most importantly I wasn't UA. Yes that was the end of my days in Dover.

Back to Norfolk, VA

Are ship returned to our port in January, and we were back into are old schedule of under-ways every week. usually monday- thursday we were gone, so my chain of command felt it necessary to put me back to work in the Galley as a cook on watch. I hadn’t been in trouble in months and was starting to earn trust in my shipmates for a first time. Eventually even becoming the night baker on under ways, where I worked from 1900-0800. every day. That was a good gig, until I realized how easy it was to sneak booze onto the ship. Being drunk on an underway at 0200 is fun for me, but not for others, as I harassed them in our berthing most nights. My sidekick companion during these long nights was my FSA, a new York, japanesian. He could slice up vegetables very fast and we had a great system going on, until I completely lost control. After falling asleep for 3 hours in my rack, I was awoken by someone quietly and longly, whispering my last name..Holmesssssss, Holmesssssss..It was that FSA staring at me, with a knife in his hand, I admit i was little scared, but i let it go because I had To hurry up and Run up too the galley to cook a morning breakfast for the crew. Oh Man Was I running late. This day was to become my doom. I got all of the breakfast out, it wasnt very sharp though, and i hadn’t had enough time to make extra food yet, then Sure enough The Wardroom chef Came barreling down and took almost all of the breakfast rice. This led to an argument between me and that DC3, whos now back in the galley as CS2, about how to make the rice. we had a big tiff, in front of the crew, an i didn't tell him that i had to throw the leftover rice on top of it, because Wardroom had taken it all. Now i was agitated. Hungover,tired and angry, I found myself in the back cleaning knives, then in comes mr. perfect seamen Dirt, making fun of the fact i had just got fired from night baker, because of that episode earlier. So to shut him up i simply said the words "You know i could stab you and that would end this conversation" Dirt freaked out as usual, telling people i was attacking him with a knife and i was going to kill him. I just sat in the back and smiled, Now I was called up to the Supply Office where I needed to explain myself, and the first words out of my mouth up there went like this "If I were really going to kill Dirt, I wouldn't use a knife, Id wait for him to be on Watch and Id Push him overboard."I got a chuckle out of my one CS1,but the other two thought i was serious, and ordered me to DRB.

DRB:

After being, ridiculed, poked fun at, told i was the worst sailor in history, and that they couldn’t trust me to have there back in time of war, I was ordered up to Captains Mast. And I then new the end was near. What really bothered me during the Mast was that no one said anything good about me in there, i thought jee for over a year i did a lot for that ship. I redid the reefer decks, polished the bell, made really good food.Prior to my mast I had written up a chit to speak with the Captain alone, but im not sure who he was listening too, but he got the impression, I was going to kill him during this meeting, When all I wanted to do was tell him what really happened. So the meeting never took place.

CAPTAINS MAST: my final Hoo-raah

During this Captains mast the captain had went over the timeline of my navy life, and all the trouble I caused, making me me feel like I should be booted.And at one point the XOI came over to the Captain and whispered something in his ear. I thought that was strange.Then I remembered back to My incident with the SO, who was calling my wife, Wow they new about that, i couldn't believe it. I new I was done for now. as the Captain told me doesn't it feel a little threatening when someone comes and whispers into your ear. An I agreed.At that point I just wanted this thing over with,because I had just been beaten down so bad. And the final verdict came in with a 45/45 and administrative separations. Yes I was going to be discharged for all my wrongdoings, And Ironically enough the other man Dirt got 45/45 and was discharged as well, for other reasons. So for the next 45 days while waiting my release,Him and I slept right above one another, did are extra duty together and ate together, we even plaid video games together. So If I were really wanting to kill this man, Was is it safe that we lived together for the next 45days, side, by side I guess I want too much of a threat at all then?

January 30^th, 2012

Ok now back to reality, training, no drugs, no alcohol, just me and Bigfoot..im ready to finally get the vengeance i’ve sought for so many years.

March 23^rd, 2012

Well a couple months have passed, but my voyage continues. I read a report of Bigfoot sighting back where it all began in Yosemite national park. This time means war. Im ready for anything

March 24th, 2012

I’ve saved money too fly over to Yosemite and meet my fate. I cant believe the airlines these days, I did not know I couldn’t bring anything over 3oz aboard the plane, as ive been living on a ship for so long. So I had too toss my body cleansers out. But the great thing for me was I left my machete in the bag underneath the plane. So that is going to make it to Cali.

Marrch 25^th, 2012

I’ve arrived in Yosemite, so the mission is on. I had to hitch a ride with a trucker though after I landed. That was a little scary, his big white beard, and beer belly, with red eyez cought me off guard for a moment. But I needed a ride, so I hitched it up. He ended being a pretty good guy, just making money trucking, The area still looks the same, I can smell the wilderness and I know im where I belong. I am going to set up camp here, at the place where it started, and Im not going to leave until I find that Hairy Bastard. RIP Dad.

This voyage is for you!

IM Back

recently I’ve discovered a few things. My father was a gambling, drug addicted, alcohol abuser, and womanizer. Which also included and adultery. That night that I thought bigfoot killed my papa, it just was a hallucination to the fact that he actually had drowned in our home pond after sunbathing with vicodin and vodka. I will always love my father, I will never forget the time Gary Hoffman tried pulling the demons out of him with foreigner demon doctor. Nor will I forget the lovely wrestling trips where we kicked ass. My Dad had his moments as the greatest man on earth, which showed when his funeral turnout was over 600 people including celebrities, wresting coaches, and friends. The times with my father will be cherished forever and who knows maybe while hallucinating all this maybe i’ve come onto something. Bigfoot really could be out there so beware when camping. But as for my papa he was safe always at camp sites, but once he was left alone the addictions took him from us at 53. I know he still had 30 more good years left in him and I wish I was actually there that tragic day that The greatest Man I ever Knew!