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Hello NorCal and it's been a while since we have spoken. I just want to say your critical thinking is an important part of Bigfoot research but another important part of Bigfoot research is not to offend the long-time posters on this forum who have dedicated hundreds of hours of Bigfoot research and posting to other people's questions. Critical thinking is important part of research and questioning people that have had experiences is very acceptable. Some people that are making up experiences. The people on this forum have the ability to sense when somebody is not being honest. Now Todd Standing's so called bigfoot picture posted on this thread looks like a teddy bear that you would buy in the department store. I am never going to pay attention or waste my time on his reports. Now I've been doing Bigfoot research ever since about 1980 when I had an up-close Sasquatch sighting. My buddy Bill, and I had cut firewood all day, and we threw our sleeping bags out on the tarp and immediately went to sleep under the stars. Maybe somebody on this forum can explain this. I was sound asleep and snapped awake about 2 in the morning, sat up in my sleeping bag, and looked straight ahead for about 100 feet. The moon had lit up the whole area, and I stared into the face of a Bigfoot that was silently peaking over a 4 ft diameter horizontal log directly at us. Was this luck or esp? I tried to wake up my friend Bill and he kept sleeping so I looked back at the bigfoot and it had disappeared. Read the rest on this report under Northwest encounters. I was so amazed at the sighting that I drew a sketch of what I saw and it's posted below. First look at my sketch below then it's up to you to make up your mind if I'm telling the truth or not. Now why did I snap awake at 2:00 in the morning when I was dead tired after cutting firewood all day long? if you want to check up on me then contact me and I will give you the phone number of my wood cutting partner and you can ask him about this. Okay now NorCal welcome to the forum and let's settle down a little bit and give some of the old-time members some basic respect. Now can you guess how many posts it takes to have five gold stars under your name? Now this shows a dedicated member and researcher of Bigfoot who is serious about this endeavor. Now I feel bad for some of our members who have several gold stars, they remain active on the forum, and they have not had the good luck to see a Bigfoot. Some animals are so rare, far and few in between that some of the best field researchers may never see one, then along comes a novice researcher like me who sees a Bigfoot . I had another novice find one time. I was about 15, and we were staying and a very isolated cabin on the lower Rogue River, and I was digging up an old tire half buried in the gravel bar looking for blue-tailed skink lizards. Well out comes this rat that looks at me and then begins jumping up and down across the Gravel Bar like a kangaroo. After researching I found out just now that it's a rare and endangered species animal called the Tipton Kangaroo Rat. Below is my sketch of the Sasquatch that I saw up my Prospect, Oregon. it looked to me like it was a young male Sasquatch that just stayed behind the log and watched us while we slept. When you think about it that was kind of spooky.

I think Sykes DNA study has been called into question by Meldrum. I now question Zana being a Homo Sapiens. She undoubtedly belonged to the genus Homo. But science needs to work on parsing out samples that are closely related. Evidently you could give Neanderthal DNA to most genetics labs and the result would be Homo Sapiens. Meldrum tried to talk to Sykes about what to look for in a legitimate cryptid sample and he didn’t listen. It would be interesting to send Qwits tooth to the Max Plank institute.

If I'm following your though process correctly (which, knowing me isn't certain), that would mean that bigfoot/almas would be an archaic human (i.e. a species of homo but not homo sapiens) whilst Zana would have been the offspring of a male bigfoot and female homo sapiens (given that the minutely detailed mitochondrial DNA apparently passes via the female line, leaving Zana testing as pure homo sapiens). It's certainly an interesting thought, and could well be correct. How typical of such an elusive species that one of the very few possibilities available for testing would be an individual that wouldn't divulge anything! The other possibility, to my mind, is that she could have been a modern human, homo sapiens, from Africa, with Hypertrichosis who had been living wild following either voluntarily (escape) or forcibly (shunned) leaving her people. The descriptions of her are essentially from individuals who would have seen her as children, giving descriptions some 70 years later. Given that they would likely not have seen any other individuals of African heritage, Zana theoretically having been amongst the last of the slaves brought over by the recently deposed Ottoman Empire, she would have looked entirely different to their eyes. Coupled with potential Hypertrichosis, and the perspective of children (with regards to the super strength and speed), this could possibly be another explanation.

Published in the Green Bay (WI) Press-Gazette on March 12, 1970.

Published in the Bangor (ME) Commercial on August 21, 1899; the entire story is entitled "Wonders of Sebec Waters." Because the mention of the Pomoola was so brief, I included the part about the snapping turtle the height of a man's knee...

I first read about this story on Bobbie Short's (RIP) Bigfoot encounters page, which attributes the 1873 book Camping Out, by C.A. Stevens, in Philadelphia. Miss Short included limited information about the book on a page of historic Maine sightings. I tracked down an online version, which apparently no longer exists. Fortunately, I saved Chapter X, “Old Cluey” and his Strange Tale of the Pomoola. While the book may be a work of fiction, one wonders where the idea underlying that fiction came from. Thus brought to book, Cluey related the following incident. Wash has straightened out his English, and fixed it up fit for perusal. The story is Cluey’s in Wash’s words, as recorded at the time in his note-book, from which I extract it. Wash entitled it, — OLD CLUEY’S INDIAN-DEVIL STORY. “‘Twas years ago,” said old Cluey Robbins. “I was nothing but a youngster then. My brother Zeke and I used to hunt in company with an old woodsman named Hughy Watson. This was either our first or second trip with him up to the lakes. After a tramp of five days through the woods from Norridgewock, our native town, we had come out on the shore of a wild-looking sheet of water, now called ‘Ragged Pond.’ Its notched, scraggy, and craggy shores might well have suggested the name. Near us a noisy brook came rattling down into it; and, not more than a quarter of a mile farther on, the outlet comes out in a parallel direction with equal noise and foam. Some idea may be obtained, from this circumstance, of the rough surface of the coun­try about us. “It ought to be a clever place for mink,’ said Hughy; ‘and we may find a family of beaver up this brook. I never was on these waters before.’ “We made up an open camp, Indian fashion, under some large spruces; and just at dusk we had the good fortune to see and shoot a caribou. It was cloudy, and came on very dark. I never, before nor since, heard such a serenade from owls as our fire drew around us. Screeches and the most dismal hoots blended in horrible concert. Round and round us they glided in noiseless circles. There were scores of them. It was utterly impossible to sleep; and the frequent discharge of our guns failed to disperse them. But in the morning the merry notes of the king­ fisher told us there were plenty of trout in the stream we were on; and, where there are trout, there are always mink: so we fell to lining the banks with ‘ figure-four’ traps, which occupied us during the whole of the following day. There were no indications that the stream had ever been trapped before; and we anticipated a full pack of fur. “This is what I call freedom,’ said Hughy as we sat around our fire that night. ‘Every thing just as old Mother Nature made it; and she made it pretty rough and wild too,’ continued the old fellow, gazing off at the black spruce- clad peaks of Katahdin far to the eastward, where the hunter’s moon’ was looming up over that desolate ridge. Like enough we are the first white folks ever in here. The lumber-men wouldn’t come into such a region as this. We crossed their old trail ten miles below.’ “Likely enough we were; at least, we had no reason to complain of the trapping-ground we had thus stumbled upon. We began to reap a fine harvest of fur ere the first three days had passed; and for boys of sixteen, like Zeke and I, no better entertainment could have been got up. “But, as days passed, we began to notice that Hughy seemed uneasy and watchful. “‘What can ail the old man?’ asked Zeke as we were making the round of the traps one day. He don’t act at all as he did the first few days we were in here. Haven’t you noticed it?’ “Yes, I had noticed it; and we agreed to rally the old chap a little when we got back. Well, after supper that night, seeing Hughy looking sulky and absent, I asked all at once, — “‘What is it Hughy? Aren’t things going on right here?’ The old man turned and looked at us a mo­ ment, as if not certain what he should answer. Then he said, — “‘I never like to be laughed at, especially by boys. I thought, at first, we’d struck a fine stream: and perhaps it’s all fancy; for I haven’t seen or heard a single thing wrong yet. But I’ve been feeling for several days just as if there was something, either man or beast, hanging round us here. It may be a catamount; or it may be some mean thief of a river-driver, sneaking about for a chance to steal our fur; or some Indian who hunts here, and would be glad to be rid of us. Can’t tell. And perhaps it’s all my notion; but I can’t get rid of it. I remember, once when I was up at the Telos Lake, I felt just so several days; and finally one night I hid in a clump of hemlocks a little ways from my camp, and didn’t go to it at all. Along in the night I heard a noise about it, and saw what I took for men there. I didn’t speak, or fire on them. Things were up­ set round the next morning; but I had moved my fur the day before. And, another time, I was up beyond Katahdin; and, several days before I had seen any signs, I began to feel that something was watching me. A night or two after, I waked up, and saw a catamount glaring at me from a tree-top. I suppose he had been prowling round, but had kept out of sight. And I think we shall find that there’s something unusual lurking round us now.’ “Old Hughy’s presentiments served to keep us wakeful and vigilant; but several days passed without the least sign of any one’s being near us, and we were beginning to forget it, when one evening I saw what certainly justified Hughy’s suspicions. I had left the fire to bring some water from the brook, which was within a few rods of us. I had stooped to dip it up, when, as I rose, I caught a glimpse of what I took to be a man, standing at a little distance. In an instant it vanished behind a shrubby fir. I felt quite posi­tive; yet it was so dark, and whatever I had seen was out of sight so quick, that I knew I was very liable to have been mistaken. Checking my first impulse to run to the camp and give an alarm, I decided to say nothing at present, but watch. “The evening passed. By nine o’clock, Hughy and Zeke were both asleep. I lay down, but kept awake. “Hour after hour went by. At length, the moon rose. It was one of those still, late autumn nights when frogs are silent, and birds and insects are gone; when only the larger beasts of prey are abroad. There were no owls that night. The leaves had fallen, and covered the ground with a dry and rustling carpet. “After a while I began to distinguish foot­ steps among them at a distance. They were faint and stealthy; and I was somewhat in doubt whether it were not my fancy, till the sharp snap of a twig convinced me. It might easily have been a ‘lucivee,’ or a ‘fisher,’ or a bear; but some­ how I at once connected it with what I had seen in the evening. “I listened breathlessly. “The steps were coming nearer. But it was very dark under the thick spruce-boughs. Sud­denly the steps ceased, and for a few moments all was still. Then I saw a dark shadow pass a narrow vista where the moonlight fell through the black tree-tops. It had the shape of a man. The steps went on as if the creature, or whatever it was, were passing around us, keeping at about the same distance. Gradually it came around to the point where I had first heard it. There was another pause; and again I saw it cross the moon‑lit line, to continue its walk around our camp. I wasn’t much scared; but its movements gave me a strange sort of feeling. I remember think­ing it was no use to wake Zeke, or Hughy, who was snoring away at a great rate. So, cocking my gun, I crept noiselessly down the path we had beaten to the brook, to get nearer the place where I had seen the shadow in the moonlight. Creeping up within two or three rods, I crouched at the root of a fallen tree, and waited. The footsteps were again approaching in their circuit. There was the same pause as before; and again the form stepped into the moonlight a moment, and was again in the shadow. But the moon was pouring down brightly; and I distinctly saw its shape, — the figure of a man, looking brown and naked, save where a hairy outline showed against the light. A feeling of sickness or of horror came over me. The idea of using my gun did not even present itself. I crept back as silently as I came down. I heard the steps come round again; then they grew fainter and fainter as the walker moved off into the forest. “It was getting toward morning. I sat down to think the matter over. Presently Hughy woke. “‘You up?’ said he. Whereupon I told him what I had seen. He listened without a word, till I was describing how it looked as I last saw it; when he exclaimed, — “It’s an Indian devil! It’s old Pomoola! That’s just as I’ve heard the Oldtown Indians de­ scribe it a hundred times; but I always thought it was all a lie. They always left a place as soon as they’d seen one of these things; and I reckon we’d better.’ “But we didn’t leave; and our good luck with our traps continued, despite Hughy’s hints at Indian superstitions. We were pretty cautious, however, and kept together a good deal. It was not that we were particularly afraid of it as a beast; but its singular movements had given us a sort of dread of it. “Nothing further was seen for some time. We had begun to fish in the lake for trout. It was alive with them too, — splendid fellows. We frequently caught them as heavy as ten pounds; and one day Zeke caught a toque which must have weighed twenty or twenty-five pounds. He fairly drew our canoe after him when he was booked, and it took all our skill to land him. “I remember we were up near the head of the lake that afternoon. Our camp was at the foot, or lower end. It was getting dusk as we paddled back along. There were several islands in the lake, nearly all of them craggy and high. Just as we were passing the lower one we heard a curious noise, — a sort of ‘Waugh, waugh!’ and, looking round to the island, we saw a strange, manlike creature standing upright on a rock overlooking the water. We were not more than eight rods off, and it was not so dark but that we could see it plainly enough. As we stopped paddling, it uttered the same sound again, — a noise between a grunt and a bark. “I knew at once it was the same creature I had seen before, and told them so. It must have swum half a mile to get up on the island. If we hadn’t been fools we should have gone up, and found out then and there what it was, and so solved the mystery; for the island was small, and we should have had it completely penned up, and at our mercy. But we were boys then, with our heads full of Hughy’s big stories; and as for Hughy himself, all the fur in Maine wouldn’t have hired him to go a stroke nearer. Zeke hallooed at it: whereupon it raised its fore-paws, or arms, and swung them about like a drunken man, making the same noise as before. It was growing dark; and we came off and left it. “The next day we went down round the island; but it wasn’t there. It had gone away during the night. “It was now November; and one morning we woke up to find the ground white and a smart snow coming. Towards night it cleared up cold and wintry. Our open camp wasn’t very comfortable that night. We waked up shivering. Hughy was wincing under twinges of his old foe the ‘rheumatiz.’ “‘We must get out of this, boys,’ said he. ‘Winter’s coming.’ “During the day we took up our traps, and prepared for our long tramp southward. We packed our fur in bundles; for we had to back it out for the first forty miles. It was to be our last night there; and we sat about our fire talk­ing over home-matters, and thinking of what might have happened since we left. All at once, Hughy remembered our canoe. “‘We may come here again,’ said he; ‘and it’s some work to make one. You go down, Cluey, and pull it up out of the lake, and hide it in that little clump of cedars close to the water. It’ll keep sound there two or three years.’ “So I ran down to the lake. It wasn’t more than a hundred rods. Drawing the canoe out of the water, I stowed it away, bottom up, among the cedars at the foot of a low crag which over­ hung the lake. “I was just coming away, when I heard be­ hind me the same queer sound we had heard at the island, and, looking up, saw the beast-man again, standing at the top of the crag. He wasn’t more than a hundred feet off: so I had a pretty good view of him as he stood out against the clear sunset sky. It was the same form and shape as before, fully as tall as a man; and I could now see his face. Perhaps it was partly fear; but I did think it had a devilish look. There was a tuft of thick hair on the head, which lent a frightful expression to the face. “If this was what the Indians used to see, I don’t wonder they thought it was the Devil. I had my gun, and slowly raised it as if to take aim. The creature raised his arm in the same way. But I had no thoughts of firing; I didn’t dare to: and, when I lowered my gun, the crea­ture dropped its arm with another ‘Waugh, waugh!’ “I know I was frightened; yet I saw it plainly enough, and could have sworn to its identity anywhere. “I don’t know how long we stood staring at each other: but I saw it was growing darker; and, stepping backward till I was out of sight behind a cedar, I went into camp about as fast as my legs would carry me. “Zeke was for going down all together, and shooting at it; but Hughy wouldn’t hear of it. He was pretty strongly tinged with the old In­dian whims concerning Pomoola, the demon of the mountain near us. “‘We’d no business with it,’ he said; ‘and he’d have nothing to do with it whatever, unless he was obliged to.’ “The next day we started for the settlements. That was the last we saw of it. Of course, Zeke and I told our story after getting home; and I presume it never increased our reputation for veracity among our neighbors. Hughy showed an old hunter’s wisdom by keeping still about it. When persons who had heard us asked him, he merely said that we did see something rather queer; and that was all they could get out of him. Zeke and I pitched into him once for not substantiating our account better. “‘No use, no use at all,’ said the old man; ‘and I ain’t going to get laughed at for nothing.’ “I’ve thought about it a great deal since; but I never could satisfy myself what it was we saw. I’ve heard of wild men, of children carried off and reared by wild beasts; and the Indians were always telling of Pomoola: but I never could settle it in my mind. I know there are a great many things in the Northern wilderness which the scientific men’ would laugh at a person for seeing or trying to describe. “But here’s my story. You can take it for what it is worth; and so must the reader. But we record it as a very fair specimen of hundreds of similar yarns,’ common among the lumber­ men and Indians, concerning the fabulous being or demon of the Katahdin region. My opinion is that it is all pure bosh, not only this story of Cluey’s, but the whole batch of them.” I heartily concur with Wash; though it does seem strange that there should be so many stories with no foundation whatever in fact.

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So sorry for his family. A very courageous intelligent man. He will certainly be sorely missed.

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That is cool that you were able to see the museum and meet Jim. I was able to make a plaster cast of one of his largest brown bear ones, it is quite a treasure to me with the date of the course inscribed on the bottom. Jim is a great guide when searching for wolves and bears in Yellowstone too. Will message more later in the weekend. Colbert says in related news, a bear was found behind the counter of an ice cream shop in Lake Tahoe, lol. Would hate to be the clean up on aisle 1 on call person for that caper.

Hello there, I have been looking at your thread on and off and I'm just wondering how far from your house are you finding these footprints? I was camping out in Oregon near Prospect, Oregon, around 1980 and about two in the morning I woke up and Bigfoot was looking at me from about 50 to 60 ft away. I started doing field work and looking for bigfoot, and I got a little freaked out because there were 3 or 4 incidents when Bigfoot was acting paranormal. I attached a sketch of what I saw. I have no idea what your property looks like and some of Texas is Desert and other parts of Texas I believe have forest and brush. How do you describe your property? There's 161 pages on this thread so I'm sorry if I'm asking questions because I I don't have time to go back and read all 161 pages. I'm going to have to do some catch up so can I ask questions and can make intelligent comments. How far from the closest town are you and how many people live in the town? Do you think the Bigfoots that live around there are dangerous or shy or what kind of personalities do you think they have? What kind of an area do you think the bigfoots are making their dens in?

I admired the man. He seemed like a good person, who did some very good work. He will be missed by many on this forum. Condolences to his family.

Hey Bipedalist, how fortunate that you got to take the course with Jim Halfpenny and Jeff Meldrum. I received the flyer for it, and couldn’t make it— but how I wish I could have. We’ve had dinner with Jim when we were visiting Yellowstone,at an Asian place outside of Gardiner MT. He showed us his museum, which includes lots of track casts including Bigfoot. Anyway, message me if you want to chat about the class.

It’s not as wide as it looks when you look closely the arm is in front of that leg. It appears to be one limb. That adds to people thinking it’s the left leg but that arm and leg both get cut off by the underside.

This is really sad news to hear, and it's going to negatively affect all of our future work because Jeffrey was one true academics that always was positive in regards to the existence of Bigfoot. We simply just don't hear from Anthropologist /biologists from the top universities, and they should be on this forum posting but they're not because Bigfoot is still an animal that in many circles of academics they still don't believe Bigfoot exist. They haven't studied it. it's really insulting when you hear academics talking about Bigfoot as if it's a fairy tale and there's no real proof of it which I hear all the time. I just get disgusted when I hear academics and other people joking about those who know about Bigfoot. I just feel horrible that Jeffrey has passed, and I hope that in other University's across the United States people have the guts to stand up with their phds and agree that Bigfoot is a real creature since there is so much accumulated evidence that it could choke 10 horses. They don't agree with the evidence because it's not popular, and they know they're academic friends may put them down if they state positive opinions about Bigfoot. I just feel so bad that Jeffrey Meldrom has passed, and he was a very courageous person that stood out and didn't waiver and always told others that Bigfoot was freaking real. I had an argument with my brother this morning, and he's a Rogue River guide and duck hunter and he is not even close to being convinced that Bigfoot is real. There are so many people that you have to have Bigfoot jump out of the bushes and slap them in the face before they'll really believe Bigfoot is real. Okay this is enough of my rant. I'm really angry and sad at the same time. As a memorial to Jeffrey Meldrum, I think that each of us should contact some of these PhD biologists and let them know some of the facts about Bigfoot and see if they will join our forum. This effort will be like us packing Jeffrey Meldrum's coffin to the burial site and posting a granite tombstone remembering his contributions and encouraging other great academics to join our effort.

I missed that thread, darn it. But now that I read everyone’s comments, I’m feeling the warmth and camaraderie of the Forum!

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Yah no.

Because they are 100% human (and thus due basic human rights), but not 100% homo sapien (which is what Zana was eventually proven to be, @120 years after her death). Agreed, however: 1) While a Neanderthal and Denisovan may have been able to successfully breed with Homo sapiens, and their offspring been able to further reproduce, Florensinsis or sasquatches might be able to reproduce with Homo sapiens, and their offspring might have been sterile........but all were of the genus Homo........... 2) If #1 is true, we will never find sasquatch or Floresiensis DNA in the current extended human record. It will have to be recovered from a sasquatch, Hobbit, or 1st generation hybrid. 2) People might see a feral human and see an Almas, sasquatch, or Hobbit, but are actually seeing a feral homo sapien..................or vice versa Let us review the "definition" of an Almas: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Almas_(folklore) Zana was an almas. She also just happened to be homo sapien, too..............

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It's interesting. I saw a documentary some years ago - 'Bigfoot files' - it was a UK documentary regarding Brian Sykes' investigation of DNA, which had an episode looking mainly at Zana with other considerations of Almasty. I don't know if you could see it in the US but it's quite interesting if you can, and has contributions from Igor Burtsev, who excavated the grave, and from Zana's descendants. The conclusion, as you say, is that she was human (with the usual 2-4% Neanderthal DNA that almost all European/Asians have). The interesting part was that it concluded that she would have been West African. Hypertrichosis is what has been suggested as an explanation of excessive hair, which has been proven to occur sometimes as a result of hormonal changes from hunger and deprivation. An African (possibly an escaped or shunned slave from the recent Ottoman Empire) with Hypertrichosis could explain the appearance and DNA. Again, the difficult thing is weeding the scientific evidence from the anecdotal, given that Zana wasn't studied until 70+ years after she died and that the descriptions come from individuals who saw her as children over 70 years previously. Whilst open to the idea that Bigfoot is a very close relation to homo sapiens, I do question how Zana would fit into that. The DNA evidence put forth to support Bigfoot is DNA that is very close to but not quite human - unknown primate. Zana was confirmed as 100% human. If Bigfoot is 100% human, how would one account for the extreme discrepancy in size -height and girth - differences in reported facial features, mid tarsal break etc etc.? And if there is a difference in DNA, which to my mind there must be however closely linked, then one species couldn't change their DNA in order to become the other

Interesting story. Thanks for the video. It's a genuine shame that the more interesting stories happened so far back, and therefore investigated less thoroughly.

I agree. I'm thinking the good doctor is truly a "knower" at this point .