If you’ve seen Beerfoot, or suspect you’ve encountered him or any of his known accomplices please submit a detailed account of your experience below. Together, we can arm fellow drinkers with information that will help them avoid falling victim to Beerfoot’s shenanigans.
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Cryptid Campus Chaos
The encounter is quite foggy though several were present. I believe Beerfoot left his stash of stolen items in my apartment after his escapades as well. A group of artist working for an opera company was enjoying some social drinks getting to know eachother as many were from all over and had gathered to work…
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Meridian Mischief
Yet again, another piece of evidence confirming that Beerfoot is surprisingly adept at utilizing technology and bypassing security measures. His tendency to craft overly emotional texts demonstrates an unexpected level of insight into the nuances of relationships, while his disregard for one’s dignity reveals the roguish character he’s often known for. Thankfully, this incident demonstrates…
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Watch out at Wagner
Publicly boasting 773 different craft beers on site is practically begging Beerfoot to show up at your establishment. Wagner Market in Oshkosh, Wisconsin was bold enough to do just that on a recent Facebook post. Coincidentally enough, a staff photographer captured this photo of a suspicious suspect, complete with orange and white trucker cap and…
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Winter Wine Warning
The following distressing encounter was submitted from Plattsburgh, NY And is consistent with similar testimonials that Beerfoot does not necessarily discriminate among alcoholic beverages. Â Â
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New River Nuisance?
The following encounter was submitted by an anonymous contributor and reflects a type of report Beerfoot Outfitters has been receiving with increasing frequency in recent months. Encounters of this classification, referred to internally as Type-A, are considered rare. The apparent increase in reports has prompted concern that Beerfoot’s alleged activities may be growing more obtrusive.
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Campfire Creeper of Kernersville
I was visiting friends for a small informal gathering that escalated, organically, into a backyard campfire. Alcohol consumption had been ongoing since earlier in the afternoon, which complicated later efforts to collect firewood from the wooded area adjacent to the property after nightfall. Recent rainfall had left the ground damp and the available kindling less…
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Red, White and Brews
On July 6th, 2019, Beerfoot Outfitters established what can only be described as a provisional outpost at the Breeden Insurance Amphitheater in Lexington, North Carolina, though “outpost” may overstate the level of planning involved. The aim was simple enough: raise public awareness about the existence and presumed threat of Beerfoot. In practice, the day took…
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Public Urination or Territorial Claim?
Our group of senior citizens were having a picnic lunch on the Cabot Trail when we glimpsed a large hairy creature along the bank of the water. Thankfully, his back was turned towards us, as he was relieving himself for what seemed to be several uninterrupted minutes. In hindsight, this would’ve been a perfect opportunity…
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Beerfoot is No Stranger to Technology
I learned this when a friend and I stopped by the local bar to “just have a couple of beers” before returning to our respective homes one Saturday evening. Distracted by conversation, Beerfoot must’ve shown up and seized the opportunity to swipe my buddy’s phone, completely unnoticed by us or our fellow patrons. Upon returning…
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Big Shoes to Fill in Mexico
Beerfoot Outfitters investigators traveled to Veracruz, Mexico after receiving informal reports of encounters involving Tommy Chupacabra, a suspected Beerfoot associate. While no direct eyewitness accounts of either cryptid occurred during the visit, the team documented a high volume of missing cervezas along the way. Locals cited repeated late-night incidents where fully stocked fridges were mysteriously…
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Bicentennial Beer Boost?
I’d just taken a round of PBR to my two buddies on the Rusty Rooster patio and was checking my phone while waiting in line at the bar window for my drink. I heard a commotion and noticed the bartender looking over my shoulder into the park like she’d seen a ghost. I turned around…