Weird Things Culture Researcher Matt Finaly takes a weekly look into the social, political and cultural climates of a populace at the time it was affected by a legendary paranormal, extraterrestrial or cryptid phenomenon. It appears on Tuesdays…
Werewolves and Wisconsin have shared an epic, decades-long romance that’s spanned forests, farmland and highways. The bipedal lupine beasts have been sighted horking down road kill and lumbering at locals throughout the southern region of the state for over 70 years. It all started one night in 1936 when a lone man driving down a dark stretch of
US 18, just east of Jefferson City, saw a strange, hairy creature that stood at least six feet high and had a canine muzzle and strange three-fingered hands.
The beast was digging up one of the many Native American burial mounds that dapple Wisconsin’s countryside. The witness, a local named Mark Schackelman, drove on, but returned the next night to see if he could find evidence of the creature. Schackelman reports walking over to the mound, only to find the man-wolf standing there, stinking of decaying meat and growling a strange, three-syllable word that sounded like “Gadara.” The witness goes on to report that, understanding the creature to be some agent of evil, he began praying and slowly backing away until he reached his car and was able to escape.
In the ensuing years, more and more reports of werewolf encounters began circulating the state, culminating in the 1990s, when, with dozens of sightings and an investigative book penned by a local journalist, the so-called Bbecame a fixture of Wisconsin’s popular urban lore. Looking back at the sighting that started it all, one has to wonder what truths can be excavated from Mark Schackelman’s bizarre report of his initial visual confrontation, his puzzling late-night return to the site and the talkative monster that he subsequently found there. A Federal program dedicated to the mass poisoning of wolves, religious fervor and wild talk of cannibalized human remains buried deep beneath an ancient city are just the tip of this hairy, snarling, depression-era iceberg.
(more…)