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Another article about a wild man that is clearly a human, but that didn't stop Paul and Robert Bartholomew from suggesting that it might be a Bigfoot in Bigfoot in New York and New England. In addition, the Bartholomew brothers incorrectly state that this incident occurred "in western Long Island;" Mount Vernon and Bronxville are both in southern Westchester County. This story from the Springville (NY) Journal on September 2, 1897, is the first article about the incident that is from a New York paper. Forgive me for harping on stories like these but whether such stories are put forth by "researchers" as Bigfoot encounters through lackadaisical fact-checking or through intentional misrepresentation, each one sets serious efforts to resolve the question back 10 yards for every inch gained.

"How long was CLOVIS FIRST jammed down our throats? How many scientists careers were destroyed for simply reporting the truth? And it wasn’t just a little wrong…. It was vastly grossly WRONG," Norseman. "It's been a while since I thought about the Clovis Points and the Clovis society so I had to brush up on the topic and here is what I found," georgerm. The Clovis culture is an archaeological culture from the Paleoindian period of North America, spanning around 13,050 to 12,750 years Before Present (BP).[1] The type site is Blackwater Draw locality No. 1 near Clovis, New Mexico, where stone tools were found alongside the remains of Columbian mammoths in 1929.[2] Clovis sites have been found across North America.[1] The most distinctive part of the Clovis culture toolkit are Clovis points,[3] which are projectile points with a fluted, lanceolate shape. Norse, what is your viewpoint on the Clovis Society?

Preston writes "This experience happened during an autumn fishing trip for brook trout in one of the most isolated regions of the Adirondack Mountains. To reach this area is no small task. First, you have to cross a reservoir by boat an eight mile ride across water that itself lies nearly forty miles from the nearest town. Once across, you reach the trailhead. From there, the route winds past a series of ponds deeper into the wilderness. The first leg is a 1.2 mile hike to the first lake. From there, you can either hike around it or paddle straight across. My fishing partner and I use Kevlar/carbon-fiber canoes light enough to carry, so if weather allows, we paddle the lake instead. That lake is roughly two miles long. After taking out on the far side, the trail continues another 1.5 miles into the Five Ponds Wilderness. At the second lake, the trail turns north and becomes more of a bushwhack through old-growth timber, with mountains rising on both sides. That stretch is another two miles, heading deeper into the wilderness until you finally reach the destination lake. This area is considered one of the three most isolated locations in the entire Adirondack Park relative to civilization. It's an absolutely stunning place completely secluded, ringed by mountains, with water that looks glacial and holds trophy class brook trout. It's truly one of my favorite places on Earth. We arrived around mid-morning on the first day and immediately started fishing. We caught plenty of fish, and everything felt normal. As evening approached, we gathered firewood, set up our tents, cooked dinner, and sat around talking. At one point, I stood up and did a Bigfoot call followed by a loud tree knock. It was something we used to do as a joke in less remote areas to mess with other campers. My buddy laughed, and we turned in for the night. Sometime in the middle of the night, we were jolted awake by the sound of a large tree falling not far from camp. It scared the hell out of us. The night was completely calm no wind at all. What struck us immediately was the silence. No peeper frogs. No wood frogs. No loons on the lake. No breeze. Just absolute stillness. It felt wrong. We stayed in our tents until around 4:30 a.m., when we were awakened again this time by a rhythmic pounding, like something repeatedly striking a tree. The hits were forceful, evenly spaced, about every three seconds. It continued steadily until after sunrise, coming from the direction of the trailhead. We tried to rationalize it. I suggested a woodpecker, though I didn't believe it. Then I floated the idea that maybe two moose were sparring since it was close to the rut but neither of us bought that either. The consistency and power of the blows didn't feel natural. It also made us rethink the fallen tree from earlier. I wondered if it could've been a beaver, since they're nocturnal and nearby ponds were close but none of it fully added up. We eventually got moving, launched the canoes, and spent the day fishing. We practice catch and release unless a fish is mortally wounded, which unfortunately happened that day. We kept that fish, cooked it for dinner, then went back out on the water until dark. As we paddled back to camp at twilight, I noticed what looked like a dark shape partially concealed behind a massive old-growth pine that leaned out over the lake. It was nearly night, and the woods were pitch black but whatever this was appeared darker than the surrounding darkness. I chalked it up to my imagination and kept paddling. Later, as we were getting ready to crawl into our tents, I noticed lights hovering over the lake. I'd seen these before on a few occasions. There was one main light above the water, and smaller lights would split off from it, drifting away on either side. Eventually, the main light dimmed, and the smaller lights faded out entirely. I'll be honest I'm terrified of aliens, and having seen unexplained things before, I was already on edge. Lying in my tent, I suddenly felt heavy thuds on the ground. I yelled to Casey and grabbed my headlamp, assuming a black bear had wandered into camp. When I stepped out, I found a snowshoe hare at my feet. This was the largest hare I've ever seen and it showed absolutely no fear. It hopped right up to me and just sat there, right next to my boots. We couldn't understand why a wild animal would act that way. It was as if it was seeking shelter. The hare stayed by the fire with us like it was an old friend. Eventually, I went back to my tent and left it there by the fire. Later that night, another tree fell nearby. We lay in our tents talking quietly about it before eventually drifting off. Once again, near dawn, the tree pounding started same cadence, same duration continuing until the sun came up. That day, we headed to the north end of the lake, where a massive dome-shaped mountain rises with cliffs and sweeping views. That end of the lake acts like a natural amphitheater. Casey decided to hike the mountain to try to get cell service and check the weather for our departure. The climb is brutal you have to crawl on your hands and feet for much of it. The mountain rises about 3,000 feet, with sections that feel nearly vertical. On the back side is an exposed cliff overlooking other ponds, and that's where you can sometimes get fleeting reception. While Casey was climbing and calling his wife, I stayed behind fishing along the opposite shoreline, parallel to the mountain. At one point, I saw trees moving on the slope and assumed it was him. I yelled out his nickname. "Is that you, Poop?!" What answered me was one of the most nerve wracking sounds I've ever heard a blood-curdling scream that sounded like a woman being murdered, assaulted, and losing a child all at once. I know that sounds extreme, but it's the only way I can describe it. Worse still, whatever made that sound was moving fast crashing through trees and running across terrain so steep we'd had to crawl up it earlier. The scream shook me to my core. I was convinced Casey was dying. I gathered myself and paddled hard toward the sound, yelling his name. No response. Eventually, he came down the mountain. I confronted him, telling him not to mess around like that I thought he was in serious trouble. He looked at me completely confused and said, "What the hell are you talking about?" He told me he'd been on the far side of the mountain facing another pond. He heard something faint but assumed I'd hooked a big brook trout or was yelling in excitement. That night was deeply unsettling. The woods felt wrong unnaturally silent. It sounded like people talking at the far end of the pond, always just out of earshot, followed by faint, distant screams throughout the night. Morning couldn't come fast enough. We woke again to the same rhythmic tree pounding. This time, I decided to investigate. I headed toward the sound, crossing a creek and climbing a nearby hill. As soon as I reached the area where I believed it was coming from, it stopped instantly. That was it. I packed up my gear and canoe, and we got out of there. About a half mile down the trail on our way out, we passed through a muddy stretch between two hills. In the middle of the mud pit about twenty feet long and twelve feet wide was a single, distinct footprint. It looked as if something had stepped straight down into the mud from the hillside and climbed back out the other side. I took a video, which I later lost when I misplaced the SD card, but I did save a screenshot that I still have. Inside the print was a mature beech leaf typically three to five inches long placing the track somewhere between twelve and fifteen inches in length. I don't know what was going on out there. I've spent my entire life in the woods, often solo, and had been to that lake many times before without issue. I've only returned once since, in 2018. Other hardcore backcountry anglers I know have mentioned strange feelings in that area, though nothing as intense. This wasn't the only odd experience I've had in that wilderness either. Another incident occurred even deeper in the Five Ponds Wilderness among untouched old growth forest stranger still. You couldn't pay me to hike the one way, eleven plus miles back in there again. Something is going on in that section of the Adirondacks. I've heard stories from others that only reinforce that feeling. As a final oddity, on our way out that day, Casey and I ran into two armed military personnel carrying AR-style rifles. They were friendly, walked us back toward their camp, showed us around, and then escorted us partway before we continued to our vehicle. The whole experience was strange, start to finish and it's stayed with me ever since." Listen to the Podcast

Published in The Houston (TX) Post on January 10, 1960.

Published in The Houston (TX) Post on January 10, 1960. While Tirademan mentioned finding articles about "a Tom Slick expedition," I'm uncertain whether Tirademan found these particular newspaper reports about this specific Pacific northwest expedition financed by Slick. According to an AI-generated answer, which could never be wrong, Slick also financed an expedition to Nepal in the late 1950s.

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How long was CLOVIS FIRST jammed down our throats? How many scientists careers were destroyed for simply reporting the truth? And it wasn’t just a little wrong…. It was vastly grossly WRONG. So if science suppressed vastly older cultures found farther south than Berengia 13000 years ago? For 75 years? What else are they suppressing? They concocted a “narrative” and then they vehemently defended that narrative. This wasn’t science. This was a cult. And people shouldn’t just blindly trust science. It should be questioned repeatedly. And be forced to reconsider the evidence often and adjust hypotheses accordingly. Heckle fish WF video talks about the Egyptian experts loosing their poo about older cultures in Turkey recently found. Why does science do this? And they of course throw shade on bipedal cryptids the world over. Despite more findings that our family tree was more bushy and more recently extant than previously thought. Why?

In this archival "classic," Cliff Barackman and James "Bobo" Fay speak with Crime Scene Investigator and Latent Fingerprint Examiner David Zigan! David recently launched Bigfoot Forensics, a project that utilizes forensic science and related disciplines to evaluate purported sasquatch evidence. Join us for a deep dive into David's recommendations for methods that all field researchers should be employing when documenting footprints, handprints, and more! Subscribe to the Bigfoot Forensics YouTube channel. Visit David's website. Sign up for our weekly bonus podcast "Beyond Bigfoot & Beyond" and ad-free episodes! Get your official "Bigfoot & Beyond: Enter The Sasquatch" shirt! Listen to the Podcast

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They aren’t unobservant at all.

In this chilling Bigfoot encounter, a Yurok Tribe member shares eight years of terrifying Sasquatch activity on a remote property in California’s Lost Coast and Humboldt County region. What began as strange noises quickly escalated into rock throwing, tree knocks, massive woven structures, red glowing eyes, and blood-curdling screams just feet from her home. Living alone in a secluded valley with only one road in and out, she describes being followed through the woods, surrounded at night, and experiencing intense moments where something large paced outside her cabin, shook trees, and vocalized in rage. She recounts encounters involving nest-like structures, stick formations, thrown objects, foul odors, and coordinated tapping signals, suggesting multiple Sasquatch operating together. This firsthand account also explores Native American perspectives, long-term Bigfoot habitation, and the psychological toll of prolonged exposure to unexplained entities. From a mysterious lemur sighting to missing wildlife, strange activity inside the home, and feelings of being watched, this episode raises unsettling questions about what truly lives in the forests of Northern California. If you’re interested in Bigfoot sightings, Sasquatch encounters, cryptid investigations, Native American Bigfoot lore, or true paranormal experiences, this episode will stay with you long after it ends.  Sasquatch Summerfest 2026 is July 10th through the 11th. It's going to be fantastic and this year, I'll be a speaker!!! Listeners, if you're going to go, you can get a two day ticket for the cost of one by using code "BSP" like Bigfoot society podcast at ticket checkout. 🗣️ Share Your Story Had a Bigfoot encounter or strange experience? Send it to bigfootsociety@gmail.com – your story might be featured on the show! 🎥 Watch & Subscribe on YouTube 🔴 Subscribe here → Bigfoot Society YouTube 💬 Leave a comment & let us know your thoughts! 📞 Leave a voicemail with your story → Speakpipe (Use multiple voicemails if needed) 👥 Share this episode → Watch & Share 🎧 More episodes → Podcast Playlist 🌲 Recommended: New Jersey Bigfoot Encounters 💥 Support the Show & Get Perks ✅ Join the community on Supercast – Become a Member ✅ Listen ad-free & early on YouTube – Join Here 📱 Let’s Connect Instagram: @bigfootsocietyTwitter: @bigfoot_societyTikTok: @bigfoot.society🧰 Tools & Partners I Use (Affiliate Links) These help support the show at no extra cost to you: Beam (Better Sleep): Try BeamWildgrain (Better Bread): Join HereSeed (Probiotics): Get SeedMedi-Share (Healthcare): Learn MoreLMNT (Electrolytes) Free Sample Pack with your first purchase! : Get LMNTOrganic and non-GMO groceries delivered for less http://thrv.me/uarEhS🎙️ Podcasting Tools: Repurpose.io: Try ItDescript: Sign UpStreamyard: Start RecordingRiverside.fm: Try Riverside🎧 My Audio Interface: View on Amazon ☕ Buy Me a Coffee – Support Here 🛍️ Grab Some Merch – Shop on Etsy 📬 Mailing Address: Bigfoot Society 125 E 1st St. #233 Earlham, IA 50072 Listen to the Podcast

No. Once the boxes are opened the first time that may be true. From what I'm told, though, they're not opened, not categorized: they are warehoused, no more. The staff are that overwhelmed by sheer volume. What you're grasping for is a nice story but it is a false story.

Are they unobservant and don't question the fossils of giants that should stand out in their collections. The needle in the haystack is huge and hard to miss.

american mammal fossils - Search Well bigfoots are found in practically every state within the United States and it's amazing that we have found no Bigfoot fossils. "In 1916, the Department of Paleontology began a long association with Childs Frick, the son of steel magnate Henry Clay Frick and a longtime American Museum trustee. Using his personal fortune to employ a small army of collectors and researchers including Morris Skinner, Theodore Galusha and Beryl Taylor, Frick accumulated a collection of over 200,000 fossil mammals, which formed the basis of a series of monographic studies on mammal evolution. The collection was donated to the Museum after Frick's death in 1965. The financial assets of the Childs Frick Corporation, which were donated to the Museum along with Frick's fossil collections in 1968, assisted in the construction of a new, 10-story collection and office building, which opened in 1973. " Why no bigfoot fossils? Probably lots of animal fossils.

Well, they were experienced woodsmen, and they had to put up a battle to defend their cabin from a Bigfoot intrusion. They were probably used to dealing with severe situations that involve wildlife so they were able to combat the adversary and make it out alive. Some of these American woodsmen and American forest women were totally amazing people and spent a lot of time exploring and camping in the woods. They had capable firearms and were good shots with multiple shot weapons. Pack a pistol in the woods and be safe.

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Certification Programs The Wildlife Society supports the development and advancement of wildlife professionals throughout their careers. Certification constitutes recognition by TWS that, to its best knowledge, a member meets the minimum educational, experience, and ethical standards adopted by the Society for professional wildlife biologists. TWS’ membership currently consists of more than 600 Associate Wildlife Biologists®, nearly 1,800 Certified Wildlife Biologists® and 35 Qualified Airport Wildlife Biologists.sTWS’ Certification Program managed by Council via the Certification Review Board. This society was mentioned since some of the Bigfoot Forum members may be interested in a wildlife biology career since you are young enough to adapt to this career move. This program could help the federal government to classify bigfoot as an American primate species. Get some training then a position in wildlife biology and the study of great North American mammals for the BLM, US Forest Service, or the US Park Service............................. just a thought. Evelyn Merrill, Ph.D., CWB® Vice President and now president. Evie made a right-hand turn into the wildlife profession in the mid 1970s and never looked back. She has been a member of 4 US and 3 Canadian TWS chapters including being president of the Alberta Chapter and the Canadian Section. She was first elected to Council as the Canadian Representative in 2019. She is a Certified Wildlife Biologist®, a TWS Fellow, and served as Editor-in-Chief of the Journal of Wildlife Management. She was honored by the Alberta Chapter with the William Rowan Distinguished Service and by TWS with the Special Recognition Service Award. Evie got degrees from the University of Idaho and the University of Washington tracking elk in remote areas. She spent her early career working in management agencies, but then stepped into the world of academia at the Universities of Wyoming, Wisconsin and now Alberta. She delights in doing field research with her students on the trophic dynamics of ungulate populations, but turned to the dark side of chronic wasting disease in recent years. Evie and her husband split their time between exploring the biodiversity-rich Beaver Hills east of Edmonton, Alberta, trapping the Canadian Rockies, and fishing the BC coastal shores. Her life is filled with the adventures of 3 grown boys, 2 grandkids, and a duck-enthusiast yellow lab. In her off hours, she is horseback riding or gardening.

I find it odd that the San Francisco (CA) Chronicle has more detailed reports on some stories than local papers do. While this this incident has been covered before, this article published on May 25, 1976 provides a detailed description of the original "kidnapping" and the search efforts. It also includes a supplemental article which indicates that Peter Byrnes sent two assistants to assist in the search, and to investigate the claim. To top it all off, this article includes the only report that I've found about California's Attorney-General giving an oral advisory opinion regarding ownership of a captured Bigfoot. UPDATE: I found a 1960s clipping about the California AG's letter and was going to post it, but guess who found it first - that's right, Tirademan. He appears to have found the same AP wire story in a different paper and Gigantor archived it at https://bigfootforums.com/topic/42489-california-1960-abonimable-snow-man-in-california/.

Happy belated birthday, and I'll mercifully spare you and the forum having to endure me singing. Many happy returns.