The Winsted Wildman

December, 2011 by Ray Bendici
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Illustration by Pie Grande, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Although we've written about the various alleged sightings of "Bigfoot" in Connecticut, there's one particular variation on the theme that we thought might be a little more fun to explore: The Legend of the Winsted Wildman!

That's right—Connecticut's own unofficial Bigfoot legend, the story of a large, hairy creature that "terrorized" the locals on two separate occasions, almost 80 years apart. You know, if you believe the stories.

The tale supposedly starts in August 1895, when the Winsted Herald reported "a large man, stark naked, and covered with hair all over his body, ran out of a clump of bushes."

It was witnessed by town selectman Riley Smith, who was out in the woods with his bulldog, merrily picking berries and minding his own business when the creature came along, causing Riley to be "badly scared and his dog was fairly paralyzed with fear." He described it as "a wild, hairy man of the woods, six feet in height," and adding that "the man’s hair was black and hung down long on his shoulders, and that his body was thickly covered with black hair. The man was remarkably agile, and to all appearance was a muscular, brawny man, a man against whom any ordinary man would stand little chance."

Over the next few weeks, the Wildman was purportedly seen by at least two other witnesses, whose descriptions matched Smith's. The Winsted Herald speculated that the Wild Man may have been Arthur Beckwith, an escaped mental patient from the nearby Litchfield Sanitarium. The sightings soon stopped as suddenly as they had started, and the Winsted Wildman disappeared back into the woods and was forgotten about . . . for a while, anyway.

Almost eight decades later, the Wildman reappeared. In late July 1972, the Hartford Courant reported that a "strange, man-like creature" was observed by two young men on Winchester Road, near to Crystal Lake Reservoir. At a long distance near a barn they saw a figure "about eight feet tall and covered with hair" that walked upright and finally disappeared into the woods. When it was suggested that what they may have seen was a black bear, they replied that "It was no bear."

Two years later, in September 1974, the Wildman was seen again, this time by two couples who had been parked at night by Rugg Brook Reservoir. They described to police being "terrified" by seeing a "six-foot, 300-pound creature covered with dark-colored hair" in the moonlight, and had fled the area immediately. The police went back to search and were unable to find any tracks or evidence.

Since then, there have been no other reports or accounts of the Winsted Wildman.

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So what did witnesses see, if anything? A bear? A Bigfoot? An escaped mental patient? Or was it all just a hoax?

This nicely researched investigative piece by Brandon T. Bisceglia of the Hartford Skepticism Examiner sheds a bit more light on the story. It's suggested that the original report may have been fabricated (or greatly embellished) by Louis Timothy Stone, the editor of the Winsted Herald in an order to create a sensation to help sell papers—a common practice at the time. Stone was known for creating fantastic stories, or dramatically exaggerating actual ones, especially tales involving unusual creatures. The Winsted Wildman certainly fits the bill.

The Examiner article also looks at the events from the 1970s—a decade where Bigfoot stories were at their apex (so to speak) and a time when the idea of a large, hairy primate-like creatures hiding in the woods of North America was certainly in the national consciousness. It's easy to see how someone may have seen a black bear (which were just returning to the region) at night and in their panic, might have mistaken it for the legendary Sasquatch. The power of suggestion, right? It's reminiscent of the Glawackus, which in all likelihood was a fisher cat, but was greatly exaggerated when the locals weren't used to seeing the then-odd creature in the area.

Here's another semi-recent story about the Winsted Wildman from the Bigfoot Encounters website.

Of course, we'll never have a definitive answer without proof—and until someone captures the Winsted Wildman or he comes in from the woods to tell his story, it'll remain another one of Connecticut's fun mysteries.

As always, if you know of any other stories or sightings involving the Winsted Wildman, please pass them along!

 

 

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Submitted by Parminder Runni... (not verified) on
Mah goddamn! eg cruisait through les woods un jour avec my trusty ole combination ak-57 uzi radar lazer triple barreled double scoped heat seekin' shotgun when all of sudden, dis here wildman hoped out infront a me! wellll i opened up wide open up on ma trigger while the gun was still at my hip and by the time she got up in my shoulder, de barrille était rouge chaud puis n'avais plus de fumée qu'une chminé en pleine hiver! goddamn wildman hit de ground! i was thinkin, i dun went and killed a wildman! i gotta call the taxidermist! so i get on the phone with my taxidermist, when all of a sudden, i heard the signature 4 clicks of a classic griswold and gunnison black powder revolver...i turned around, and cullen bohannon from hell on wheels had his gun pointed at me! so i knifed em. i looked round for de wildman, and he was gone! so i flipped up my thermal scope and started scanning de brush! der he was! taking a massive shit in the ferns! so i ripped on him again and sent 87 rounds of 7.5x65 ak-57 rounds right into him! all in de facialities he was hit dis here time! then i wen up to him and i poke poke poke him with a blunder buss...he waked up, so i blew him up with a blunderbuss load of nails! then i turn around to jesse pinkman with his pistol pointed at me! then i got hit by what i think was a two tone, green and black pontiac aztec. i got back up and wildman was talking on an iphone...my iphone dammit! so i took it back and he was laughing so i asked whats so funny and he said i just called in ''de boyz'' so i started runnin den! i heard a rumblin behind me, so i look back and se a whole herd of wildmen on polaris wheelers! i wasnt scared then cause polaris sucks. so i turned and broke out my terdy terdy ten guage over under side by side combination rifle pistol shotgun and flipped the switch to full auto. i ripped them all in de tires! dey all did front end flips and shit like dis, so i just kept rippin em up! den i smelled smoke. all de hot shells landed in my pants...and caught ma britches on fire! i was runnin hard all around de land screechin out the words: HELP! HELP MA BRITCHES IS ON FIRE! GODDAMN IT LORDY! den i brought all the wildmen in my creepy van and drove em off a wharf the end.

Submitted by Regionaldo "Sti... (not verified) on
There was this one time I had this feeling of some unknown being watching me. Oh and btw I was in the woods also. So I decided to turn around and take a good ole assessment of the situation at hand here folks. And there it was, The windsted wildman. I took out my blunder buss filled with all the weird crappy spoons from the kitchen droor. Cocked back da mighty hammer of death bringing and took a hip fire. I managed to fill both the eyes with spoons and so I ran after him and ultimate punched him right in the toodles. I then lulled him to sleep with my choir voice. I placed the sum da bitch under my sisters bed and he's still there too this very day.

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