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THE HEBBARDSVILLE HILLBILLIES Part 1 by Bart Nunnelly

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THE HEBBARDSVILLE HILLBILLIES

After nearly a year of gathering information and acquiring contacts I was finally
able to investigate rumors that large, hair-covered, bi-pedal monsters were still
being seen in Hebbardsville, Ky. HENDERSON County, just across the mysterious Green
River from Reed and Spottsville, Ky.- about which much has been written by myself. I
had learned that, in early winter 2004, two stargazers were parked on Negro Hill,
located on Pleasant Hill Rd overlooking the Green River bottom lands, when they
spotted two figures in the field below them pulling up old corn stalks and
apparently eating the roots. The creatures were large, apelike and hirsute, one
having brown hair and the other white. Returning to the scene the following morning
signs of the beings presence, in the form of uprooted corn and tracks, were
reportedly found. The creatures were dubbed ‘The Hebbardsville Hillbillies’ by the
locals and the press. I also learned that there was an old abandoned house in the
area where something had reportedly constructed a mighty strange bed out of grass
and sticks. Although I was warned by a local journalist that a fugitive from justice
had been apprehended in this same house a couple years previously, and it was
possible that this man had made the bedding himself, I was determined to see it
personally and decide for myself the nature of its construction. If it still
existed. However, since the source of the information did not reveal the identities
of the alleged witnesses, finding any information at all regarding the incident
proved to be a daunting task in itself.

As luck would have it, I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, Greg Tackett, one
time Hebbardsville resident, who claimed to know the story and locations well and
agreed to lead me to them at my convenience. I had also recently been in contact
with an old Cherokee gentleman, a Mr. M. F., who wishes to remain anonymous (real
name on file), who claimed to have seen these creatures countless times in the
Hebbardsville area since the 1960’s and could provide much detail about their
appearance and behavior. Among other claims. I decided to try and kill two birds
with one stone, so to speak, and both explore the 2004 sighting location and
interview this fellow in the same weekend.

Sat., Dec 16th, 2006 was mild. I had made an appointment to meet Greg and explore
the locations mentioned in the Hillbilly sighting, including the house where the
strange bedding was found. I pulled into his drive at mile marker number five just
as he was pulling out. He is a plumber by trade and had received an urgent service
call. He apologized and asked to postpone the adventure until the following day,
which was fine by me. I had scheduled an interview with M.F. for 2pm that Sunday to
record his testimony, do a sketch of the creatures he claimed to have witnessed so
many times and photograph the tooth and the location on which it was found if
possible. I told Greg that I would return around 11 a.m. the following day. He
promised to be ready. Instead of returning home I decided to go ahead and drive the
15 or 20 miles to Hebbardsville, and do some reconnoitering of the Pleasant Hill
area. Moreover, Greg had informed me that the lady who ran a small country store in
Hebbardsville had a copy of the original newspaper article concerning the
‘Hebbardsville Hillbillies’ in her possession. According to him, she had this
article displayed on the front counter for many months for everyone to see and had
only fairly recently taken it down. She was a very nice, friendly woman, he informed
me, and was sure that she would show it to me if asked. I had never seen or been
able to read the original article. Due to work schedules and time constraints I had
as yet been unable to conduct a micro-fiche search at the local library.

Twenty minutes later I parked my truck beside the store and walked in. Several
people, mostly local farmers, were milling about the store or eating lunch at the
tables in back. A young mother and her 2 children were standing at the counter
behind which two older ladies were busying themselves frying burgers and ringing up
customers. I grabbed a coke and got in line. When I approached the counter I smiled
and ordered a cheeseburger with pickle, onions and mustard. “The burger’ll be a few
minutes,” she said.

“That’s alright,” I replied. “I’ve got time.”

As she took my money I asked if she was the owner. She replied affirmatively with
what sounded like a little suspicion in her voice and I got the feeling that this
would not go well for me. Nevertheless, I informed her that I was a local writer,
come to investigate the Hillbilly sightings.

“Do you know anything about that?”, I asked. “Sure don’t.” she replied. “Don’t know
nothin’ about that.”

“Really? A friend of mine told me you had a write-up from the newspaper. Said you
had it taped to this very counter for a long time. That true? Do you have the
article?”

“Sure don’t.” she nervously replied and I could tell immediately that this ‘nice,
friendly’ woman was lying to me. Usually people love to talk and, more often than
not, will if given half a chance, and there’s no better place in the world than a
small town country store if tales are what you’re looking for. Unless you’re an
outsider. Though I was born and had spent nearly my entire life right there in
Henderson county, she had never seen me before and viewed me with obvious distrust.
I couldn’t really blame her for it either. It was just the way of things here.

“Look…All I know is that happened years and years ago on Pleasant Hill road. And
there ain’t been nothin’ like that goin’ on ‘round here lately.”

I noticed a couple ‘good ol’ boys’ eying me from the back. The next couple of
minutes passed uncomfortably and quietly. Then I took my lunch, thanked her and
walked out.

I found Pleasant Hill Rd. to be hilly and heavily wooded mostly, especially as I
drove closer to the river. Bisecting the area was a large swath of land that a local
logging/mining company had reduced to pasture by removing the trees and mining for
coal, turning great tracts of this virgin wilderness into bleak, treeless
meadowland. Despite this there was still hill after rolling hill of densely forested
woodland to be seen with small, gently running creaks which snaked their way through
every few yards it seemed. Even the tracts of second growth timber were fairly
dense.

I drove to the end of the road and pulled into the lot of the old African American
church that stood on the ridge overlooking the Green river. Gazing out the
windshield at the lowlands of Ash Flats I ate my lunch. I was disappointed at my
inability at getting the store owner to speak with me regarding the Hillbilly
sightings, or even to let me see the newspaper article, but I still had high hopes
that my luck would improve by the following day. The sun was high and bright and I
was loath to go home but I knew that there was little I could do without my guide,
other than wander around aimlessly in the woods, so I started the truck and headed
out.

Sunday, the 17th was slightly overcast as I got into my 4 wheel drive and headed
East again. It was already unseasonably warm, with forecasted temps reaching into
the 70’s. True to his word, Greg was ready and eager for the undertaking and I owe
him a huge debt of gratitude for agreeing to help on this venture. Shortly afterward
we headed out, pointing the truck towards the steadily climbing sun and the
Hebbardsville river bottoms. We would have to take the long way around, Greg said,
and come up to the hill from below through the field where the initial sightings had
occurred. The location of the old house site, said to be situated back in the woods
at the end of ‘Book Lane’, was owned by the logging/mining company and allowed no
trespassers. If we were caught on this land chances were good that it would not end
well for us. Fortunately, we both felt that some things were worth risking in the
quest for answers to mysteries of this nature.

We found the lane and drove on but the dirt road soon turned into a muddy ruin two
feet deep, and we realized that the only way to continue now was on foot. I stopped
the vehicle in the middle of the road. It was a very isolated location and there was
no chance of passers by spotting the truck from the main road. We were both
confidant that we could get in and out without being noticed. A short while later I
was standing in the field where the two creatures were seen feeding on the corn
stalk roots. I looked up at the old church, situated high on the wooded ridge above
me and took a few pictures. We walked for another hour through the mud but, when we
approached the intended spot, there was nothing to see but level ground, the old
house which contained the nest had fallen victim to the areas logging activities. I
had arrived months too late to see and photograph the alleged bigfoot nesting site.
Though I was disappointed it was just as well. My camera had inexplicably
malfunctioned as we approached an outlying shed and I was unable to take pictures
for a time, although nothing unusual was noted by either of us. We made the return
trip as rapidly as possible. The day was wearing on and I had other business to
attend to in in the tiny town of Hebbardsville.

(CHECK OUT THE EXCITING CONCLUSION IN PART II ON JANUARY 11, 2010 !!)

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KICKACTS SALUTES “The Beverage of the Week” submitted by Jon Tucker

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Amber Bock has always been a special beer of mine. It was my first dark beer I ever drank, and let me tell you it got me hooked. This beer is very crisp, with a lovely aroma. It is filling but the malt and the hops are very little to be seen. The after taste really gets me, but again not as strong as a normal bock. Fairly priced, it is usually the better choice out of the ordinary draft choices at a bar.

Jon

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John, Chapter 4 (Woman at the well)

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You can read and cross-reference John, Chapter 4.  I believe it’s important to look at some background information that may help to understand the events of Chapter 4 in their proper context.

Palestine at the time was divided into 3 sections: Judea in the South, Galilee in the North, and Samaria in between. North to South, the entire area ran only 100 to 120 miles. During the time of the Assyrian captivity, Jews were taken to Assyria and other races were brought in to replace them. These people intermarried with the Jews that remained in Samaria, creating a mixed breed of people that were detested by the Jews of Judea and Galilee. The Samaritans only recognized the Pentateuch (the first five books of the Old Testament also known as the Torah) as their inspired Scripture. They had set up worship on Mt. Gerazim.   The Jews had worship in the Temple at Jerusalem.

Since the Jews wanted nothing to do with Samaritans, when traveling from Judea to Galilee they would take the much longer route around Samaria.  This required traveling along the coast or through Perea, rather than through it (a difference of 3 or 4 days travel). It would be like leaving Texas on your way to Kansas and going around Oklahoma. Jesus, however, went straight through the heart of Samaria, and in so doing, provided us with a model for how to carry out the Great Commission.

Jesus went to where the people who needed his message were. Jesus “needed to go through Samaria”. He would save a great deal of time going through Samaria to get to Galilee. But, when the emphasis on “needed” is seen in relation to Jesus’ overall mission (“the Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost” Luke 19:10) and specifically what happened at the well.  I think we see that the need for Jesus to go through Samaria had much more to do with the souls of the people of Sychar than with quick travel.

For us, I think the lesson is simply that we need to be on the lookout for opportunities to share the gospel, and that means getting out into the world. We may not get the lost to come into our specific church, even if we invite them; if not, our mission is to go out there and meet them where they are.

Jesus met people where they were. Jesus met this woman at the exact time and place that she would be most receptive. The time was important enough that John recorded it for us. She would never have entered a synagogue or the courts of the Temple to hear Him teach. We need to realize that most of the time, if people are going to come to know Christ, they are not simply going to wander into our churches: we have to go out and get them.

This also means meeting people where they are spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Here is an example of meeting people where they are.  This pastor had a heart for the lost, and as a result, many of the “flower children” in the area began attending his church. About this time new carpet was installed in the foyer and sanctuary.  It was thick, beautiful, and baby blue. One evening the deacons complained that these street kids were coming in with sandals, or no shoes at all, and tracking dirt on the new carpet, and something must be done about it. The pastor left, and when he had not returned for some time, the deacons went to look for him. They found him on his hands and knees, ripping up the new carpet. He looked up at them and said: “We do not need this carpet, but we MUST have those kids.”

It seems that sometimes we don’t take the phrase “come just as you are” as literally as we should. Jesus met this woman where she was, and He accepted her as she was, but He loved her too much to leave her as she was.

He had a sense of urgency. We need to go now. Jesus tells the disciples “Do you not say, ‘there are still four months and then comes the harvest’? Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes and look at the fields, for they are already white for harvest! (John 4:35)”. We have a tendency to look at evangelism as something we’ll do later, when we’re more equipped, or when the time is more appropriate. This is something that I think is happening to many people and churches all over America right now. Everyone is preparing for some large outreach program or event that will happen in the future, and certainly we should be doing this. But while some look ahead several months to what they expect will be a great harvest, how many people are ready to hear the Good News right now? And how many of them will never hear because we waited to tell them and missed the opportunity?

Now I would like to compare the response of the woman at the well with the actions of the disciples. Each had spent time with Jesus, although the woman’s time was far, far shorter, and each had a very different response to His message. The disciples had been in the city buying food during the time that Jesus had the conversation with the woman, and they returned at the end of the encounter. It was obvious that they had succeeded in bringing food back to Jesus; it was equally obvious that they failed in the far greater mission of bringing lost souls to Him. They had been in the city of Sychar, walking through the shops and mingling with the people, and yet the twelve of them did not bring a single person to meet Jesus.

There are several possible reasons for this failure:

a. They were so preoccupied with their own needs they did not think of the needs of others. Preoccupation is a great danger for us as well. We can become so wrapped up in work, school, family, soccer games, etc. that we don’t leave room for eternal things. We can focus on our own needs and wants so much that we forget about the needs of others. We can become so consumed with the physical that we too forget the spiritual.

b. As faithful Jews, the disciples had an almost inbred hatred of Samaritans. It may have never occurred to them that God could love these people or that the Samaritans might long to know God. The Samaritans were not their kind of people. They were of a different race, a different religion, and a different culture. Because of their prejudice, the disciples essentially saw the Samaritans as inferior, and therefore missed the fact that they too needed a relationship with Christ. We do the same thing today. The only truly segregated institution left in America today is the Church. We overlook (intentionally or not) many of those who are different from us, from the homeless to the Muslims to the kid with more body piercings than teeth. But when Jesus tells us to go to the entire world, He means everyone.

c. They were so concerned with doing work for Jesus (buying bread) that they forgot to be about the work of Jesus. They missed the individuals they came into contact with and the needs of these individuals because they were “on a mission” to get bread.  We too can become so caught up in committees and programs and church functions that we forget why Christ left us here after He saved us.  We need to be about His work. And this work always involves leading individuals to Christ. Even the huge numbers that are saved at large Crusades are in reality saved as a bunch of individuals.

The woman has a response that is completely different than that of the disciples. In contrast to their indifference, she can hardly wait to run back to the city to tell everyone who will listen about Jesus. She is acting on Romans 10:14-15 years before it’s even written:

How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”

We need to remember that this woman was a virtual outcast even among the Samaritans. She came to the well in the middle of the day because it was a time when no one else would be there. Her reputation was certainly not pristine. And yet she ignored the possibility of rejection and ridicule in order to tell these people about Jesus. And they came on the strength of her testimony. She told them, and the Holy Spirit did the rest. And unlike the disciples, who were basically chastised by Jesus for not recognizing that the harvest was at hand, she was able to see fruit from her testimony.

“Then they said to the woman, ‘Now we believe, not because of what you said, for we ourselves have heard Him and we know that this is indeed the Christ, the Savior of the world’.”

This is not unusual even today. Many times it is the new believer that is most effective in the work of evangelism. They may not know all the verses or all the answers to objections, but they are on fire to do one thing: tell people what Jesus has done in their life. That’s exactly what we are called to do every day. Even though the disciples, like many of us, missed out on an opportunity that was right in front of them, Jesus gives them, and us, assurance of blessings when we are obedient to the Great Commission.

“And he who reaps receives wages, and gathers fruit for eternal life, that both he who sows and he who reaps may rejoice together. For in this the saying is true: ‘One sows and another reaps.’ I sent you to reap that for which you have not labored; others have labored, and you have entered into their labors.”

Contained within these verses are the promise of three distinct blessings:

a. The promise of reward (“wages”) for doing the work of evangelism

b. Fruit that brings eternal rejoicing

c. The joy of sharing this task with other believers

Who do you most identify with? Is it the woman, who ran off without fear to tell others about Christ? Or is it the disciples, who missed numerous opportunities but are given the chance to do better? Whichever more fits you, you cannot rest on your past accomplishments or lament your past failures. The harvest is now, and the Lord needs laborers. (John 4:36-38) (John 4:42)

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