Posted by: Craig Woolheater on August 22nd, 2013
Artwork and story submitted by the artist, Johnnie Diacon.
Hesci (Hello), I am a full blood American Indian originally from Okemah, Oklahoma now living in Tulsa (Creek Nation). I am of the Thlopthlocco Tribal Town (Raprakko Etvlwv) and Deer Clan (Ecovlke) of the Muscogee Creek Nation (Mvskoke) from my mother’s side and my father was Osage.
I want to pass on to you a description of our (Creek) Bigfoot which we call Tall Man (Estecvpcvke). He is around 10 feet or a little more in height and is covered in gray hair and has a bad odor which resembles a stagnant muddy pond. His color helps him blend in with the trees. He also has a whip-like tail that he cracks which sounds like thunder and if hearing this whiles in the woods this will often cause a person to get lost. I’ve heard older stories that it was his male appendage and not a tail, but this change possibly came about due to Christian missionary’s influences during the last part of the 19th Century and early 20th Century. He carries a club that he has made from a tree limb that he has broken off. The tree would soon die soon afterwards and the women would use the holes left in the tree to bury stillborn babies.
As a boy my father and I saw one up in the Osage Nation near Hominy, Oklahoma. It was late at night and at the edge of a field where the trees began you could see his large man-shaped silhouette barley swaying back in forth as he stood there looking towards us. My father spotted him first and told me to look in that direction, but not directly at him. It was a clear night with a full moon and no wind so the trees were not moving, but you could see him gently swaying like a large animal does when standing. He was about 50 yards from us and he must have been close to 10 feet in height. My father decided it was better to go inside and we did not talk of what we saw.
My late father-in-law was a Hopi medicine man and he lived on the reservation in Arizona. He told me that Bigfoot is like a creator or a helper and that he had visited their village and was healing wounded and sick animals. One in particular that he mentioned was a dog which had received a head wound from an axe which had split its head deep and was not expected to live. That night the Bigfoot whose Hopi name I do not recall came and was licking this dogs head I believe he said. Whatever Bigfoot did to the wound on that dog’s head saved its life and it healed with no scars.