My favorite that I have heard since I was young, in E. Texas..

The Wood Devil.

Samsquanch- Sunnyvale Trailer Park

FPFail

Yeti

Tennessee Wild Man

I thought they had decided Bigfoot really has a name.
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Harry Wildman.

(Sorry, the temptation got the better of me).  

Michelle Lujan Grisham

FPNI

OP cant handle "The Liquor"

Well, I got two votes for mine so

Here in South-Central Indiana:
The Crosley Monster.
It inhabits the Crosley State Fish & Wildlife Area.

Never heard that one. Can you elaborate on it?

Florida Skunk Ape. Hope that name's not racist yet.

Well that solidifies it as my most favorite name.

We say Bigfoot/ Sasquatch with the kids but we also refer to him as big nasty after bringing him up while camping. Wouldn’t say it’s anything with any history or lore behind it. Just a name for the kids.

Skookum.  "Evil God Of The Woods"

Dad's family came from Leslie/Perry counties in Kentucky. Several of them talked about a bigfoot-like creature, though none of them ever named it. Grandpa spoke of something he called the "wobegod". He wouldn't describe it, said it was better left to the imagination. No clue what he was talking about.

Fouke monster.
The legend of Boggy Creek.

While the subject of ridicule, there are several hill families that seem to have made peace with them, feed them, etc.

Go on..  

Dang ole "Skunk Ape" mane.

Yes I would love to hear the stories.  If people are in an active area, I can easily see them doing this.  It’s a bad idea though, it will only cause them more problems in the long run.

Woodbooger

Never establish feeding.

Not racist, but it IS a slur on Skunks and Apes.

My memory is foggy enough that I can't elaborate well...
There were some backwoods families out in the area of Mena, Arkansas that were reportedly on good terms with them.
The area is mountainous (for Arkansas). It is also just across the state line from Antlers, OK, another area of high activity.
Cryptozoology sites likely already have the details.
But it is a marked contrast to the usually reported behavior of the Fouke Monster - hostile, aggressive, throwing large rocks, etc.

Perhaps.
But compare the relative harmony these few families claim to the generally hostile encounters across the area.

Sometimes things get established regardless.
Unless a family enforces "bear country" discipline upon all their food sources/supplies it may happen involuntarily - in which case you've got a problem.

Wookie aka "Michelle"

Blue man, in Southern Missouri

Steve

A local one to N.C. is “Knobby”

We just say Bigfoot.

Alternatively, we say " WTF was that?"

I heard an inexplicable noise from the woods on several occasions over the years that would freeze you with fear. It wasn't human, it was way too loud.

My earliest was when my sister and I were out in the yard playing as it was getting dark. It scared the crap out of us and we ran inside. That was in the 70s and were were about 8 and 12, with my sister being the oldest.

I heard it a time or two through the 80s but it was really, really far away.

Around 91', at maybe 1am, about six of my buddies and I were at a friend's house down the street, about a quarter mile from my house. We were all in our early to 20s to early 30s, and my friend's step dad, a 50 year old man, a hoss of a man was out there with us.  We were wrenching on a couple of cars getting them ready for a race. He and a couple of the guys were ex mil, so not a bunch of wusses.

We all heard that sound coming from the woods. We all stopped and looked at each other for a second, and started back talking and went back to work. A few minutes later we heard it again, but it was only about 100 yards off this time, and was loud. Everybody, everybody froze for a second. We were all freaked out, and then the noise happened again, and we all ran like little girls into the house. When we went to our cars the my buddy and his dad escorted us out with a couple of shotguns. We all talked about it while we were inside, and nobody could imagine what it could have been. We were all hunters, and we know all of the sounds that come from all of the known creatures in nature. This sound was much more powerful and not like any of them.

We all felt like we were being watched before the first sound, which is something my sister and I felt.

The last two times I heard it, was when my second wife and I were playing video games in our house, right behind my dad's, and right at the woods. Again, it was about 2am. It scared her bad. She turned pale white, and it scared me as well. I knew whatever it was had no interest, at least up until that point of coming into a house, but she was terrified.

She wouldn't even go pee without me. I had to grab the only gun I had at that time which was an old .22lr, and stand in the bathroom with her. The next morning, we drove to Monroe and went to Classic Arms and bought two SAR1 AKs, a bunch of mags, and two cases of ammo.  This incident is actually what got me back into guns again after a 5 year absence.

About two nights later we heard it again. I figured with a good light and an AK, I could handle whatever it was, and convinced myself it was just a bear or something, so I grabbed the gun and a couple of mags and walked into the woods. My wife stood on the steps with hers. I got about 20 yards and felt creeped out, like I was being watched. I kept pushing further into the woods and made it about 50 yards, and I heard a twig snap, and then that noise, a deep, bellowing, mournful groan, that froze me in my tracks. I shined the light in the direction of the sounds, and I saw a couple of the smaller saplings being bent over, and whatever it was made that horrific noise again.

I don't know why, but I didn't think to fire the gun in that direction. I just started backing up along the path, and when it made the sound again, I lost my shit and ran back to the house. My wife was standing inside at that point, no longer outside. We locked the door and ended up not being able to sleep.

I have not heard it since, and that was 2001 I think.

I'll add this. Every time this thing was around, the dogs would whimper and whine and slink low, get in their houses or under a bush or a car. They'd bark and growl if we were outside, but they were scared as hell.

I, and the people I mentioned are not the only ones in my area to have heard it. None of the old people would talk about it unless you mentioned it, and a couple had stories of getting run out of the woods while coon hunting, and their dogs hauling ass back to the truck before they heard anything, or whimpering in fear and staying near them. They couldn't explain the sound either, and these were old guys in the 1970s, raised up with my grandfather ( coon and fox hunter ). They had it happen in the 1920s when this area was nothing but woods or watermelon patches, no houses at all. The highway here was just a dirt road for the farmers.

I know there's got to be an explanation, but if you ever heard that sound, you'd have to think a long time to think of one.

Yeah there is an explanation, and I am positive you know what it is!

I spent hours and hours every day almost for years in those woods. My best friend, myself, dad, sister, we hiked and hunted back there and were the only ones with permission by the old doctor that owned it to do so. The only places I didn't explore were a couple of half acre sized areas that were so thick with brambles and briars and thorns, just completely covered that you couldn't see the ground right near the creek.

Now the old doctor passed away in the early 2000s, and his son owns it. He lets a hunt club hunt back there. Maybe that's why I've not heard it.

I was told it was a buck making noise but I know the sounds they make, and I listened to the sounds on the computer and it's not close. Same with black bears, which are plentiful back there. I'm not sure if we have any brown bears or not, but I listened to all their sounds on the computer too, nothing like it. Sort of similar but it sounds much more like a gorilla than anything else. I know we don't have those.

I can't describe it well except to say it's mostly animal, but it's almost got a human quality to it as well, and the mix is almost other worldy . But it's loud, really loud.

The one thing that used to freak me out, is that there's a really big Indian burial ground back there. It's on top of a huge rock that's a good half acre in size. The top of the rock is in the middle of an outcropping of hardwoods. The ground is around 40ft below, and there are what I call fingers, ( because it looks like the fingers on your hand ) running outward from it to the creek. I guess you could say gullies.  They're about 7-8ft deeper than the ground around them, you can't see from one finger to the next while you're in them, but from the top, you can see them all. It is the best hunting ground in the south that I've see. Nothing can see you or smell you for the most part.

Anyway, there are about 20 mounds of rocks piled up on top, with a couple that are stacked about 4 feet high. There's lots of artifacts in that area. I've found a lot of things but out of respect I never took any of them out of there. I've brought some out that were from along the trails but not the grave site.

What's weird is I always felt drawn to it, peaceful, calm. I always felt a connection to it, long before I knew I was an Indian. I can't explain it but it's there.

I never took but two people back there, my dad and my best friend, we hunted the area. I don't believe anyone else has walked that area in almost 100 years but me.

But getting back to the Bigfoot or whatever is or was back there. I seemed to get a notion that it might have been a spiritual being and not flesh, and it had something to do with the grave site, maybe protecting it or something. See I've never heard that sound when I was alone, and maybe it knows i won't disturb the graves or steal from them. That's a bit into oddball territory, and I'm not sure I would actually believe it was the case.

vicuñas

Yeah. I've been through the Ouashita..

Many ?????s...

That's creepy. I know you did the right thing by not shooting. I just know it.

I believe we share a common life spirit..

Quite possibly.

Hattak

Osiyo.

NEVERRRR.
I cannot stress this enough.

it goes south.

it went south where we did it.
it went south where my friends have done it.
it went south at the casino...

Halito.

There has to be a story or two behind this...

Sandra.

She's a big hairy local, often mistaken for Sasquatch.

Mogollon Monster