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I stand corrected.

Back in my pro-kill days, we had a "cookout" (03/2003) in a meadow on a parcel (Rogers county Oklahoma) where activity was red hot as I had been approached (and screamed at) by a possible family group (~6 individuals) a few months earlier as I rebaited a camera trap (one night) with venison and mallard ducks, taken the previous season. BTW, the venison and ducks (unplucked, frozen whole) were extrappropriated from the scene w/o a single pic being snapped and w/o a single feather or piece of the venison packaging left behind. This led us to conclude it was not small critters engaged in the larceny. In reading (at lot, on the BFRO database) it appeared many sightings/encounters occurred when people were doing things (camping, hiking, fishing, etc.) other than out in the woods, with enough ordnance to take out Bolivia and posturing (stalking) through the woods as a predator, thus telling everthing in the forest, we were there to kill. So, I got the idea to have a cookout down in the bottoms with steaks and all the "fixins" cooked over a Weber kettle and/or in the coals of the campfire. We did just that had had more activity/incidents in that one evening than the previous six months, combined. What we considered the alpha approached us, 3X in a four hour period, probably wondering if we had cooked him a steak as well. The third time, he came to within ~25 yards of our position when T.E. spotted him across the creek using Gen III NV goggles. When he turned around to face me and his lips were moving but nothing coming out, I knew the big guy was back. T.E. grabbed his shotgun and took off after him with me catching up with him ~125 yards NE of the camp. Told him that whatever it was, we weren't going to run it down but we might run into it in the thicket, and then be on it's terms. We returned to camp and a short time later the other two guys returned (had been in stand #7, ~300 yards diagonal (SSW) of our position) and had three separate sightings (from there) using their Gen III NV binoculars. Anyway, as things seemed to go dead quiet, we decided to pack up and head up to the landowner's house. They left out in the SXS ATV and T.E. & I packed up the grill, etc. and just as I closed the tailgate on the truck, there was a sound of brush moving and a huge crack and then, crashing sound ~75 yards NNE of out position. Told T.E., that was one helluva tree limb that just fell. At the time, it was a full moon, clear, wind NNE @~5MPH and dead quiet. We drove up to the house and were standing in the front yard discussing the events of that evening when a popping/slapping sound was heard immediately north of the house, coming from what we referred to as rattlesnake canyon. It was a stone, the size of a softball ripping through the limbs/leaves of the trees like a cannonball. It landed with a thud, making a divot ~20 yards from the front porch. At that point, we decided it was time for Elvis to leave the building. It was the next day when we discovered the source of the crash heard the evening before while packing the camp up. It was towerstand #11, slammed over as a tinkertoy with the top (roof/walls) heavily damaged from the impact. The crack sound turned out to be the landscape nails I had driven into the ~18" diameter hackberry tree next to the NE leg to held brace it in high winds. We found one partial heel print on the ground at the base of the stand as our only evidence of effort expended in doing this deed. It took four of us and the 1500# winch on the ATV, all pulling to right the stand. That, sir, is the moment I began to truly realize the magnitude and magnificence of what we had been chasing around, like a bunch of schoolkids after a housecat. I also realized how foolish and flat dangerous it was as well and hearkened back to J.W.'s previous admonishment a few months earlier with, "we don't have enough gun". UHS = unidentified hominid subject (per, Dr. Ciani)

http://www.ifthelegendsfade.com/ About grandmother, in the 6th printing.

Thom showed me a book with over a couple of hundred pictures in it. I am not sure if he has a website at this point. At that point he didn't. Most of those are ones that have been given to him in photographs. Many, like mine, were given to him with the context in which they were found. Most I suppose were not. Just like Scott Nelson says, you cannot understand a BF language without face to face context, if BF language indeed exists. I don't know how you can interpret stick and rock glyphs unless you know the context from in which they were found. Some habitation situations report stick glyphs are commonly left. That is probably the best chance to understand what the attempted communication might be. Sometimes it is something like you leave them a bowl of apples and they leave you some feathers and some of sticks in return. Once I was left a deer carcass. They put it right by the drivers door on my truck so I would notice it when I went back to my truck to leave the area. If that is their idea of an equal gift exchange then that in my mind does not show much intelligence on their part. I could also have interpreted the carcass as I could end up eaten like this if I don't leave them alone. I would rather not interpret it that way. Randy

And what have the anti kill crowd produced for evidence? Zilcho.......... Which is the majority mindset? Yours! If the pro kill mindset was the prevalent one? We would have one bagged by now.