Posted On: December 12, 2023

This is how I got interested in the Big guy topic.

Growing up in central Queensland, (Australia for those playing at home) and being mixed race, I spent time with the Aborigine kids.

Around the age of 12 years old, two boys tell me a story about the Junjudee.

I think we got on the topic after I asked them if they believed in ghosts.

Initially I thought they were just playing with me as they clarified that a Junjudee wasn’t their word for a ghost but a little hairy man species.

In a much more remote town where they used to live, a few hours from us, the Junjudee seemed to be a known thing and accepted part of their life.

The boys said they had both seen them and even played with the young ones in the bush when they were very young.

Once a Junjudee was seen running from the house after his family was coming home.

The hairy fella had raided the pantry.

The other boy told a story of how fast and scary strong they were, having seen one throw/shove a full grown adult after being cornered in the house when it was caught lacking, eating their food.

The Junjudee are supposed to be around 5 feet tall.

I didn’t know what to make of it at the time.

Then at some point I learned the word Yowie was related to little hairy things, thanks to a chocolate.

Turned out to be the more nationally known name for the “little Bigfoot” thing from Australian bush stories.

At some point came across the old and famous Bigfoot footage. Patterson - Gimlin. I was intrigued but I never linked the two.

Fast forward to 10 years later.

My mate G introduced me to Clint.

G would wind up Clint about Bigfoot for a laugh.

Clint was the one that mentioned Junjudee and I was stunned.

I had never met a white Aussie that knew that word.

Even to this day, over 15 years later, you don’t meet many Aussies of any colour that know the word.

Turned out that Clint had them “trespassing” through his property.

This guy was so serious that I just accepted that this guy has experienced something.

He must of appreciated that I wasn’t giving him a hard time because all I can remember is that a few days later he drove myself and G an hour and a half out to his property.

Showed me his place.

The path that was worn in through the bush that he claimed the Junjudee took through his property fence line.

He’d given up on fixing the slack in his barbed fence.

I could even see where the barbs had been flattened.

Clint shows me where he ran into one face to face and had the thing scream at him.

Auburn coloured hair, long arms outstretched as it screamed with the arm hair up to its pits draping down like it were a cape.

(The first time I had heard that anywhere).

I looked up the trail a bit too, he tells me the trail leads up to a creek that leads to a little water hole.

Then tells me to look it up on a map sometime.

He wanted to catch them but doesn’t know how he’d manage that or how to cage it.

He just wants to prove to everyone that they are real.

The dude was super serious about that.

I get home and I’m thinking this Clint was just a normal guy who has had an interesting experience and the poor guy has no one who believes him and it’s driving him nuts.

I remember to check a map and I find the spot he was talking about.

The creek was named “Native bear creek” and lead to the water hole, “Native bear dam”, I then remembered those boys from when I was a kid and where they were from and noticed the town they were from wasn’t too far off.

I used to go back and check on maps and make sure I could see the old native bear creek.

It doesn’t show up on the new maps anymore but it always makes me wonder what’s out there ay.

From what I’ve learned about these things, if they don’t want to be found they won’t be.

Well, unless they are caught mid munching.

Always wanted to get that out there and now that I see there are some genuine clips and stories on this internet I’m glad to finally add one.

Post from user Minervasun at at reddit.

Posted On: December 12, 2023

This is how I got interested in the Big guy topic.

Growing up in central Queensland, (Australia for those playing at home) and being mixed race, I spent time with the Aborigine kids.

Around the age of 12 years old, two boys tell me a story about the Junjudee.

I think we got on the topic after I asked them if they believed in ghosts.

Initially I thought they were just playing with me as they clarified that a Junjudee wasn’t their word for a ghost but a little hairy man species.

In a much more remote town where they used to live, a few hours from us, the Junjudee seemed to be a known thing and accepted part of their life.

The boys said they had both seen them and even played with the young ones in the bush when they were very young.

Once a Junjudee was seen running from the house after his family was coming home.

The hairy fella had raided the pantry.

The other boy told a story of how fast and scary strong they were, having seen one throw/shove a full grown adult after being cornered in the house when it was caught lacking, eating their food.

The Junjudee are supposed to be around 5 feet tall.

I didn’t know what to make of it at the time.

Then at some point I learned the word Yowie was related to little hairy things, thanks to a chocolate.

Turned out to be the more nationally known name for the “little Bigfoot” thing from Australian bush stories.

At some point came across the old and famous Bigfoot footage. Patterson - Gimlin. I was intrigued but I never linked the two.

Fast forward to 10 years later.

My mate G introduced me to Clint.

G would wind up Clint about Bigfoot for a laugh.

Clint was the one that mentioned Junjudee and I was stunned.

I had never met a white Aussie that knew that word.

Even to this day, over 15 years later, you don’t meet many Aussies of any colour that know the word.

Turned out that Clint had them “trespassing” through his property.

This guy was so serious that I just accepted that this guy has experienced something.

He must of appreciated that I wasn’t giving him a hard time because all I can remember is that a few days later he drove myself and G an hour and a half out to his property.

Showed me his place.

The path that was worn in through the bush that he claimed the Junjudee took through his property fence line.

He’d given up on fixing the slack in his barbed fence.

I could even see where the barbs had been flattened.

Clint shows me where he ran into one face to face and had the thing scream at him.

Auburn coloured hair, long arms outstretched as it screamed with the arm hair up to its pits draping down like it were a cape.

(The first time I had heard that anywhere).

I looked up the trail a bit too, he tells me the trail leads up to a creek that leads to a little water hole.

Then tells me to look it up on a map sometime.

He wanted to catch them but doesn’t know how he’d manage that or how to cage it.

He just wants to prove to everyone that they are real.

The dude was super serious about that.

I get home and I’m thinking this Clint was just a normal guy who has had an interesting experience and the poor guy has no one who believes him and it’s driving him nuts.

I remember to check a map and I find the spot he was talking about.

The creek was named “Native bear creek” and lead to the water hole, “Native bear dam”, I then remembered those boys from when I was a kid and where they were from and noticed the town they were from wasn’t too far off.

I used to go back and check on maps and make sure I could see the old native bear creek.

It doesn’t show up on the new maps anymore but it always makes me wonder what’s out there ay.

From what I’ve learned about these things, if they don’t want to be found they won’t be.

Well, unless they are caught mid munching.

Always wanted to get that out there and now that I see there are some genuine clips and stories on this internet I’m glad to finally add one.

Post from user Minervasun at at reddit.