Few people know this but the Mothman's Great-Uncle was a well-known Goatman who was a mechanical savant who could fix damn near anything. He bathed in the creek twice a year, late spring and early fall, and if you happened to be driving by his bathing hole next to the newly graded county road you could expect a big friendly wave and bleats from the surrounding goats as he washed up.
Quite a number of his goats would get killed by idiot deer hunters in the fall. He painted "GOAT" on the side of one big buck goat. A hunter shot it right through the "O".