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Showing posts with label CAVE RUN LAKE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CAVE RUN LAKE. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Corvette Lake


                                           

                            Corvette Lake 

                                        Those who are swimming in debt

                                        Because of their new corvette 

                                        Know the bank can never take                

                                        What lies at the bottom of a lake.



 
                          I INVESTIGATE A LOCAL LEGEND


 Do You think most Urban legends are just stories with no real basis in reality? What if you went in search of the truth like I did one day recently with the determination to get to the bottom of it ''literally''. Since I was in Middle school various  people I would run into have tried to push a story on me about Expensive cars being disposed of in some nearby body of water .I heard this tale so many times I eventually told others and carried on the tradition. When I reached my twenties I got interested in Urban legends and studied folklore and from that point gradually started to question a lot of the old information I had absorbed years previously.What was truth and what was fiction?




 As It turns out There may be some truth to this one, the case in question begins with the creepy nursery rhyme at the top of this post about being in debt and car owners ditching an expensive vehicle to avoid it being repossessed .I heard both adults and kids say some variation of it back when gas guzzlers were more popular and more drivers before the Great recession did there best to get noticed with a flashy car. It also went along with an adage that once floated amongst the very wealthy stating basically ''anyone who could actually afford a Chevy Corvette, would not get caught dead being seen in one'' [Classics from the 50s' and 60's notwithstanding].





  Also I Think back to a time when I went swimming as a Kid in a pay lake called Vance's Lake in Bath County. I was camping with friends and went swimming [very briefly] and was having fun when I felt something sticking up from the water below my feet .Whatever it was, it was metal and quite possibly was a car axle sticking up. Then I realized I could stand on something muddy and flat and step up even though I was quite far from the bank. This fine Item felt like sheet metal and dented in as I attempted to somewhat stand on it. Realizing that this was most possibly the roof of a car laying on the  bottom as it crinkled and buckled slightly I quickly swam back the way I came and got the hell out of there never to swim in Vance's ever the more. ''Ah the things I used to do'' well It is interesting to note the Lake in this case is within feet of a large junk yard so it makes sense there might be old car parts thrown in there at some point. However it does give rise to the idea of cars dumped and hidden in lakes and such.


This Is an abandoned boat launch on the Rowan County side of Cave Run.



    The Next Incident was another camping trip with fellow students while in High school. We were around the fire one night just a few miles from where Vance's lake is. Our Host was the Grandson of the landowner and at one point he told us the nearby pond[although not very large}
contained discarded ''frames of stolen and stripped cars''. Now it doesn't end there ,as an adult I heard it once more

 

I worked for an Internet and Cellular service a few years ago .I was usually at the front desk by myself and  often  the day might bring some unusual character or two through the door.One day an older gentlemen [now deceased unfortunately] came in for some reason and started to tell a few tales.At one point he said ''Tom, You don't need to repeat this but Cave run Lake is also called Corvette lake''. He went on to explain how desperate people would drive Sports cars and other unwanted vehicles into the lake and later report them stolen to get insurance money.


Beyond the Obstacle you can still walk the long descent down to the waters edge.



         I never forgot this encounter so recently I went to Cave Run which is a very large man made lake In Bath and Rowan County. I remembered there used to be a Boat ramp on The Rowan side which is now abandoned and blocked off. Why did the Lake authorities make it unavailable? It is in a secluded area and it would have been easy at one point years ago to drive all the way down to the shore and send a car into the deep . I threw a few rocks into the water to see if I could get a clunk from hitting a fiberglass body or two but heard nothing. If there is anything down there one might have to do some scuba diving. They might be hard also since sometimes the water in the lake is fairly clear but mostly  it is like coffee. Still I think it is quite possible Cave Run Lake- IS -Corvette lake.






 







 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Author's encounters with Mysterious Monsters





   As far back as I can remember, watching films in the seventies as a Kid, information flooded my mind about Bigfoot. Others that stuck with me over the years are The Abominable Snowman and Loch Ness Monster, also known as Nessie from Documentaries such as MYSTERIOUS MONSTERS And SASQUATCH.

What child growing up in the seventies and eighties did not cringe at the thought of some big hairy hand reaching through a screen window, or perhaps the lurking fear of something unknown hiding and watching just under some pool of murky water .Both Bigfoot and Nessie physically resemble creatures we all think of as long since extinct and primitive; the fact that something prehistoric “could” still exist makes it all the more real and exciting.

 Over the years many documentaries have shown ‘’high tech ‘’attempts at proving the existence of Bigfoot and/or Nessie with various sensors and sound recording equipment. The famous 1967 Paterson/Gimlin film was of course always rolled out as the centerpiece of the program. As of this writing nothing concrete has surfaced, but the thought of a hairy man beast in the woods still persists.

             The earliest incident that I can remember to date, that solidified my interest in such things happened when I was about four or five years old, while visiting the fair in  my hometown of Owingsville Ky.  There was a white covered trailer with a PA system there; it was a traveling exhibit and over the speakers was a recording of scary, but enticing music; a man’s voice repeating the story of how a mysterious hairy manlike creature that had been found in a block of ice and the body was on display in a freezer inside the trailer. My Sister Bess and her friend, who both were six years older than me, went in with curiosity. My Mom offered to buy me a ticket as well, but I was too scared and stayed outside with her.

Later my sister described the glass and ice encased corpse in the display as looking as though it was made out of, ‘’Tootsie Roll.” Assuming this to meant she thought it was definitely a fake. The fact she thought it was a fake didn’t mean much to me, I’m still kicking myself to this day that I missed a rare once in a lifetime opportunity to have seen the famous MINNISOTA ICEMAN.  Despite my balking, fear quickly turned into thrill and amazement. I was hooked, and I could not stop thinking about a possible frozen body in the trailer. Even more so, I rapidly became intrigued by all things macabre and mysterious.

From Then on the more adults or other children tried to scare me with weird stories, the more of a lasting impression it made. I can remember a neighborhood boy who once attempted to scare little kids at the shallow end of a swimming pool by dragging his arms in an apelike manner; he was just playing around rising up out of the water and saying BOGGY CREEK! BOGGY CREEK! I had just days before seen the poster for the movie Boggy Creek 2 with the dark silhouetted long armed  simian splashing through a swamp[which is hard to get out of one’s mind once you’ve seen the poster ] and wondered to myself, ‘could such a thing actually be real.’

Not getting to see the original BOGGY CREEK until years later as an adult, it finally came out on VHS and then I had my chance. It is still a good movie today even though shot in not so flattering 16mm film, this works to its advantage as the filmmakers only showed grainy distance shots of the shambling creature, thus heightening the imagination of the viewer.  

ZILPO: Recent photo of The approximate spot where I saw a black thing standing by the road .In The 80's it was all gravel and the sighting took place on a dark summer night  in heavy greenery .



          Like many others of my generation, the idea of something being out in the dark was not just great movie material, but it was more about the possibilities. The possibility that in ones on backyard, there could be something unknown lurking. It was not until the 1987 movie HARRY AND THE HENDERSONS, did the image of  Bigfoot as a placid, smiling and close up in your face endangered forest creature [that endures to this day ] get implanted into the public consciences. I am not saying instead Bigfoot should be feared, but you see the pattern here?  There has been so much media driven material it’s hard to separate fact from fiction.

         If such a creature exists, it has yet to be captured [or a body hauled in to a city hall.]The Eastern Sasquatch often is reported to have somewhat different physical characteristics than the Pacific variety. It’s possible it is even a separate creature. The Fouke Arkansas monster [Boggy Creek], Missouri MOMO, The Ohio Grassman, and the Florida Skunk Ape are some of the catchy names of Eastern hairy monsters that are often reported being seen in the areas. So where do the Myths, Movies and Media Hype end and the facts begin? I know in Kentucky There are frequent sightings and just as frequent the witnesses fail to report the incident out of fear of ridicule.
 

Convinced that since there are regular sightings  reported in other places, there are just as many in Ky. It is my observation that Kentuckians are often of the type of people not wanting to get involved with the unknown or things misunderstood. I believe this to be a kind of Apathy born from the standpoint that since Kentucky unfortunately has been in the past, an often overlooked state. One grows up with the notion that ‘since nothing one does will matter in the big scheme of things what’s the point. Also Many desperately wish to really avoid ‘hick stereotypes’ and negative attention.

This attitude may be changing slowly as sightings are becoming more viral on the internet and mainstream on television. While looking over forum postings of sightings [ often relating events that took place years before the advent of the internet ] I find  For the most part there is still little to follow up on. For more recent Sightings The Best part is  you often get  a first-hand witness and no News reporters getting in the way, This  strips away the ‘hype.’ The Net has been a great thing for Crypto zoology no matter what; it allows the researcher unlimited access to details and reports. In the past Flaps of sightings might occur, 911 may be called and even the occasional TV crew would interview a witness, but that is where it would end, that is unless you saved a news clipping or videotaped a broadcast.What is Bigfoot? Does he exist at all? There are all kinds of theories. I believe it makes sense to not adopt any particular belief system or position until more facts appear. I have always tried to remain a skeptic; I have found it is a healthy attitude when one has an interest in exploring the strange and the unexplained. That being said, I have seen some very strange things over the years and had the opportunity to meet credible witnesses.

When I was seventeen years old I saw something I will never forget. It was in the area of Cave Run Lake, known as Zilpo. I was on a camping trip with a couple of buddies who we will call  Kevin 1 and Kevin 2.We had been riding around all night in a old white Chevy pick-up, “Country cruzin’,” we called it. Our Final destination was to go to nearby Clear Creek camp grounds and set up camp. However, we then decided to go to Zilpo Beach first. In those days the road to Zilpo was gravel, narrow and less accessible than it is today. We were down on the beach at night, no one else was around and we were playing war games. We had on Camo, web gear, and it was particularly popular past time for many kids in our High school to stage various types of Vietnam and Navy Seals type games. 
 
 It was getting late ,about 3 AM so we loaded into the truck and drove back up the steep winding road back to Clear creek, which was about eight miles away. Soon, as I drove up the road, in the headlights I spotted something as I drove by slowly. It was visible only from the chest up as it was in high brush and vines. It was obvious it was absolutely jet black and it stood out among the bright green foliage. It looked like the shape of a man but covered in not hair but black glossy short fur like a black bear. I could only see half of the face as I looked out the window. It had to be no less than ten feet from the truck. The face even in the dark, showed a strong brow ridge, like that of primitive man. As far as body language goes it appeared that it was staring angrily at us as though it had been in the process of crossing the road but now had to be very still. It may have just been my impression, but I felt like it was somehow drawn to us since we had been making a lot of noise playing on the nearby beach. The things appearance was like a wild animal but ultimately like a man also. It was wide shouldered but since it was in the woods I could not tell the height of the creature.

 

 My Illustration of what I saw.

 

            After I passed it I turned to my passengers and said ‘’tell me you saw that.’’ Kevin 1, who was sitting in the middle of the bench seat just stared at me with wide eyes and nodded affirmatively. At that same moment Kevin 2, who had apparently been staring out the passenger window in the total opposite direction blurted out, “what, what?!’’ He was looking all around but we were past it. We were still moving, now rounding a bend. I replied, ‘’It looked like Sasquatch.’’ Kevin 1 nodded in agreement. We drove on into the night, I don’t think we discussed the incident further, it was late and we wanted to find a camping area.

              Now, why I did not back up and take another look I don’t know. I continue to kick myself for these failed attempts at exploration. One reason may have been the road was narrow and slippery and it was a two wheel drive, long bed truck and I did not want to lose momentum; there were also steep curves and it was dark with remote surroundings. Who knows really? Another possible explanation could be is what one witnesses out of the ordinary and unexpected can sometimes experience what is known as a temporary mental block. It is a kind of option paralysis that witnesses report after the fact.

            I have been back to the area many times since to look around and it has been difficult to pinpoint the exact spot where it was standing. I have taken trails and walks all over the hills above the road, but I have yet to see tracks or any signs, however, this did not end up being the end of my story with strange things in the woods.   
                                               
The Very Crest of the hill above Zilpo, few ever hike there.