The Werewolf sighting in lower Louisiana happened until I was at least 14 years of age. Werewolves hailed from France. They were people who lived among the 16th century French. Louisiana Creoles thought the Cajuns brought in the werewolves in their colonies after they were exiled by the British from Canada and poured into the Creole colonies of Louisiana for refuge.
Werewolves were usually identified as people who lived in secluded rural areas or villages in France. They usually had a uni-brow or eye brows that ran straight across their foreheads with hairy palms. France had accused no less than 30,000 people, which were brought to trial in the 16th and 17th century and many were executed for being werewolves . There were no talk of werewolves until the Cajuns poured into Louisiana. Where ever the Cajuns went, there started to be werewolf sightings. Even before there was such a thing as Cajuns and Creoles, one still could find certain French villages that were rumored to be filled with werewolves. The residence of these French country villages, sailed to the New World during colonization, where they were known as the Cajuns instead of just French! Cajuns are direct descendants of the French village people, whom the French rulers thought to be hiding humans who could transform into werewolves. What added fuel to the suspicion of Cajun werewolves in Louisiana was the fact that Creole women were very high strung while Cajun women were often able to hunt and fish, faster and better than most men! An explanation to werewolves could be that in France and Canada-the French and Cajuns lived in colder climates. In these colder climates-French Bread would grow a fungus that would cause hallucinations and this was the "official" scientific reason for the werewolf craze within France and some of its colonies.
This still didn't make a dent in Louisiana's Creole and Cajun river communities. There have been numerous times that a werewolf report would go out among the locals, who would learn of a sighting, while making groceries in the town's local Supermarket.
There were times when my grandmother would keep me in the house because there was a wolf-man running around the local towns. The werewolf sightings were always in the rural towns South of New Orleans. The locals would map the creatures steps by reporting which towns the werewolf was popping up in. The non-Cajun or Creole locals would call it a Bigfoot. Some said it was a dog and some said it was a demon. So, one could hear that there was a Bigfoot running around Port Sulphur's bayous, the wooded areas of Sunrise or hiding out in one of the caves in Fort Jackson. Fort Jackson is an empty fort located about 70 miles South of New Orleans and was constructed during the civil war. Fort Jackson has a cave system that was used to hold people during the civil war as criminals and supposedly many people rotted to their deaths in the caves.(at least that's what they say) Camping-out stopped in the Fort about twenty-eight years ago when a boy scout trooped pitched tents and then they supposedly were waken up from their sleep by ghost of civil war prisoners, who were hovering over their tents by the hundreds. I never heard of anymore people camping at the Fort after that story got around town. It was then used, by the locals (pre-Katrina) to get into adolescent mischief. While the locals from Buras and Boothville would hold football games at the Fort or just do a little underage drinking-no matter how drunk a person got at Fort Jackson, no one would be so drunk that he or she would wonder in the cave system.
Louisiana's rural , bayou and wetland areas, held some strange phenomenons. Adolescent locals would always travel in clicks and packs. No one would really walk the town, at night by his or herself. This wasn't due to crime being that everyone knows everyone else but due to just creepiness. The Mississippi river waters along the levee system is a strange entity. My grandmother would warn me, not to stare at its waters for too long because it would call me and charm me into its deadly waters. The Mississippi River is strange, being that it is very calm on the surface but heavens help you if you get into those river waters. Since the days of early Louisiana settlements, there have been stories of spirits rising from its waters and then disappearing into Louisiana's swamp fog to residence disappearing into thin air-never to be seen or heard from again.
I personally never saw the werewolf or Bigfoot-but I have heard strange things on full moons. I have heard the footsteps while walking from my grandmother's home, walking when I walked and stopping when I stopped to listen to the movements. I am not saying it was a werewolf but it was some animal with man intelligence. Whatever it was, it knew how to hunt. I grew up hunting in lower Louisiana and I know when I am hunting or when I am being hunted! Numerous people have reported these sounds to the local authorities over the years. My family once heard the howls of what sounded like a wolf or a high pitched cry. I remember calling the Plaquemines Parish Sheriff Dept. and they dispatched a Sheriff that weighed about 400 lbs named Big Sam. Big Sam wasn't about to go into the woods and investigate. He stood about 100 feet back and listened for 20 minutes and when he didn't hear anything he left and went to the Port Sulphur's donut shop.
I am not saying that there are Cajun werewolves running around lower ares of Louisiana but I still will not walk those areas alone at night. Who knows what will pop out. People may not believe or understand this but in my zest to stop exploitation of certain parts of Louisiana-I followed a code of silence-especially among Creole and Cajun communities but it's Halloween-whats a little legend going to hurt!
Then again, I'm a guy whose circle of friends includes David Blaine the "Magic Man." Not many people know(not even locals) that before he got really famous-he would bum around lower Louisiana. Maybe he's the werewolf! People in New Orleans didn't even know how to get into Plaquemines but David Blaine managed to always be walking on the 1 road that ran through the area along with hidden, out-the-way roads that hugged the river curves. I've been meaning to ask him this question for a long time.