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There used to be a young one that would come to my yard at night & bray like a donkey. Sometimes I'd hear him farther away & always recognized him because he would finish up with a short "Who?".

I’m usually not alone. I usually have one saddle mount, one pack animal and a dog along. I’m never usually startled because my animals around me are a early warning device. There are exceptions. I was riding Redman above lake Ellen and a Bull Moose was laying down in the shade next to a logging road. He bolted and so did my horse. Luckily I had my chinks on which saved my knees and I never let go of the reins. I got drug for abit. But I didn’t want to be on foot with a angry Moose, Ive had one strange feeling in my life like I was being watched. I was solo camped in central Idaho for mule deer at a place called middle meadows in the chamberlain basin. Went out hunting one day to the north towards the Salmon river. Place called Grand dads cabin. The timber was thick for that country.....compared to say north Idaho where its always thick. I just had this ominous feeling the whole time....like I was being watched and not with good intentions? Never saw anything. On the same trip one night I had the mules tied to the high line. And they were fidgeting and Mitzie my red heeler was going Ape barking out into the meadow. I only had a bedroll with me and I shined the light lookin for eyeballs. Never saw anything. But something was there because the animals don’t lie. You don’t need to guess with animals around. But it could have been anything. When we were young real young we were hunting Mule deer in the Selkirks. My best friend shot a nice buck on the opposite side of this canyon. We almost killed our horses to get over there. We gutted it and I used a lariat to tie the buck onto his saddle. We were 19 maybe and as green as grass. I had tied my coat over his horses head. We took it off started leading him and he went to bucking and kicking right off the canyon wall down down down. Crash, bang, boom. I tied off my horse and we took off after him. I knew we were gonna shoot a horse at the bottom. He was alive.....lying on this buck. My buddy wanted to cut the rope. I warned him that it was my only rope. So we tried to untangle the horse and it started thrashing about and we were worried about the antlers. So we cut the rope...... To make a long story short, we had two other hunting partners. And as they came back down the same trail we had been on we called out to them. We didn’t have a flash light, didn’t have an axe, nothin. So they went back to camp to grab gear to get us out of our predicament.....it’s pitch black. We are standing basically in a war zone. A gut pile above us, a dead deer, a cut up horse, my horse and us two. This is prime Grizzly Bear real estate. We are maybe five miles from the Canadian border and the Salmo river. I check my 44 on my hip...... Anyhow, as time goes by we can see lights coming up the canyon and talking. Both of us. It would come and go. We had no sense of time standing in the black. But we were both in agreement that they were just over there. But nobody showed up across the canyon from us. On and on it went. What makes two grown men hallucinate together? In full agreement? That was weird. With the snow trackway......I was young. It was my father that started acting strange. We followed those tracks for awhile and it was like his lightbulb turned on. It was like his checklist ran out of boxes. Moose? Out of hibernation Bear? Mule deer? Bigfoot? He just stopped abruptly.....his curiousity left him and he said we were getting out of there now! Dad was an outdoorsman, and hunted most of his life. I don’t know if he was having a feeling per say. I think he simply weighed his situation. Something large and seemingly bipedal was in front of us and he was armed with a axe for a Xmas tree and had his 10 year old son in tow. I remember the snow was deep, and the tracks were not dragging, like we were. But I wasn’t scared at all, until he started acting scared. Ive had tons and tons of scary things happen to me. But I knew exactly what had happened. I had a Horse roll over me in the Selway and crack some ribs. I’ve had horses upside down in creek bottoms with full pack. Makes fer soggy underwear.... I’ve had Black Bear hackle and slap the ground and pop their teeth. I’ve had Moose stand their ground and pin their ears back. I’ve been mule kicked. I’ve wrestled a whitetail buck and got my hand skewered. Lol. Its been a great life. No regrets. But Concerning Bigfoot he either gives me a wide berth or we have never bumped paths because I promise you the dog, mules and horses would have told me he was there. I always check crick bottoms for tracks, all animals..... Never smelled anything rank. No rocks tossed, no wood knocks. Ive had two friends tell me they had heard something. The one was a Californian and I think he heard a Cougar screaming. But my riding partner who is like my second father. Lived in Ferry county his whole life. He encountered something while riding his horse that was in the brush in front of him. Of course his horse stopped on the trail, wouldn’t go further. The sound he described was guttural and unknown. I played a clip of the Sierra sounds and he said it sounded similar. Who knows? I enjoy my time out there. I need to figure out a portable comfortable bed. I can’t sleep on the ground no more. Or I guess make day rides and sleep at the horse trailer. I hope that helps and I’m sure I’ve forgotten something!

I wont go that far.... proving it true means a dead body. In fact Roger being around so many live Bigfeet and not knocking one down? Is suspect for me. Especially being a cowboy. We are a murderous lot. I’ve killed cows, old horses, old dogs, cats, chickens, coyotes, hawks, owls, badgers, ground squirrels, deer, elk, bear, turkey, turkey vultures, grouse, tree squirrels, camp robbers, hogs.....not gonna count fish. A lot. But Yer trying to prove to the world that Bigfoot exists......but now you decide to draw the line in the sand? I do like Bob Gimlin though. We got to talk abit about breaking mules. But as far as strength....lifting the front of a Volkswagen is child’s play. A 800 lbs Sasquatch should be able to pick it up and throw it off the logging road!

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I just like to occasionally poke him with a sharp stick. They have the same IQ, and mouth size.

Better? No, it displays utter ignorance of the people you're insulting via your assumptions. I am ignorant of neither biology nor science in general. Likely more qualified than you are, for instance, although that might be self-damnation by faint praise. I have no idea whether you're competent to engage in the conversation. MIB

I'd like to take issue with that statement. (and then I'd like to get back to my popcorn and chuckling at you from the sidelines)

How about trying to contribute something to the conversation beside snide remarks?

Seeing as how roughly a trillion dollars worth of economic structure is riding on non-discovery I don't doubt at all that someone is watching.