“The deserts of New Mexico. November, 2006. I’ve spent my entire life travelling the world in search of one fearsome, hideous creature. I believe I’ve finally found the killing grounds of . . . the legendary GOATMAN.
History is filled with stories of a terrible being – said to be half-man, half goat, with fangs that can rip the heads off things. Big things. Like people.
As soon as I hear about the most recent attack, in the dry, arid Southwest, I head off to the scene.”
“It’s worse than I could have imagined. Their heads appear intact, but they tell me their organs have been sucked out. Sure victims of the Goatman. Or El Chupacabra, but whatever.
We set off into the New Mexico desert in search of the legendary Goatman on November 25, 2006. We were never seen again. Only this photo-journal remains.