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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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…