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I had a chieldhood encounter with Bulldogman in the late '60s. As a kid what year it was wasn't important so I don't recall exactly.
I friend of mine and I were playing in the Ray Brown park West of the Charles Page High School late in the evening near dark. There is a large storm-water drain pipe (about 7 feet in diameter) located at the bottom of the vally floor just North of forth street. At that time the drain pipe was open and you could go all the way to the Arkansas river through it, I had followed it many times and you could come up at several places in town south of that starting point. The light down by the creek was very poor as the sun had already set. We were on the swings that faced to the East when Lynn yelled, "Billdogman!". I looked in the direction of the opening of the pipe where we saw a hunchbacked figure on two legs run out of the opening and head up the creek to the North at a very fast pace. As he ran he transistioned between two legged running and all fours as he went out of sight. It scared the daylights out of us and we ran all the way to my house that was at 7th and Garfield. The next day, it must have been during the weekend or summer break, I went back and looked around. Now you have to put the time in history to work for you here as there were several Western TV shows on at that time period and I'd seen lots of indians look for tracks, so being part Shawnee the thing for me to do was track that puppy down. After searching the area where we had seen him I came across a very strange set of prints that were longer than my hand, I was born in '62 and I'm not sure what year it was but as I remember the print was pretty big. It was as wide as the distance across my hand at the widest point of my palm not counting the thumb. There were pronounced dog-like claws at the leading edge with pad marks that matched up with them with the typical question mark shape of the outside edge of a human foot print connected to a pronounced heel behind them at the end. I was so convienced that I had busted Bulldogman that I dragged my mom (God rest her sole) down there to show her. She brought a Brownie camera with her and she took a shot or two of the mark. I have no idea what happened to the pictures as our house burned to the ground a few years later. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I've told many people about it over the years with the typical, "Yah, sure.." responce and it's kind of a joke in the family. But I remember the event very clearly to this day.