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I don't have any that I have any faith in. Sure, I have ideas about what it looked like, but it's a big leap from saying what it resembled to suggesting that's what it actually was, especially with the inseparable implications. I'm going to take the safe course and simply say "I don't know." MIB

Smilodon! We're only 8000 years too late. Doubt one would strangle a sabre-tooth.

You made my day. Carry on.

"A random person"...... That's kind of a telling statement don't you think? I mean I have asked others to join in but this is basically what I'm left with....just being a "random person". It's ALWAYS what I'm left with on this Forum. And yet years of discussions have produced nothing and have gone nowhere. What a big fat ineffectual waste of time for something as important as Sasquatch existence and disclosure. So sad. I will be ending out that email again tomorrow. Why? Because psychologically I haven't been beat down so far that I'm afraid to do so. You folks can run around in the woods packing whatever it is your packing, taking whatever pictures, going wherever it is that you secretly go, and come here with your chests all puffed out with your tales of research. But sit for 5 minutes and send an email off to an elected official who's department witnessed large nests out in the forest is too much to ask? As far as I can see you've lost your battle. The government behavioral laboratories have won and succeeded in turning you all into fearful little creatures. I honestly hate to actually be witnessing this for myself but I'm glad that I have. It reaffirms that one doesn't need physical cages to put people into cages. All one needs to do is remove their courage and will to stand up and demand an answer. You may as well face it, there will be no answer for you folks until SOMEONE ELSE gets it for you. My email will go out tomorrow and it will keep going out until I either get a good response or a bad one- but I WILL get one.......random person be damned. I've made my choice a long time ago, and I chose to stand up.

I suggested to my local state House of Representative delegate for my district that she designate BF as a protected species and prohibit shooting them until science recognizes the species and it can be determined if it needs protection as a first peoples or animal that may be on the road to extinction. At the same time I sent a information request related to my suggestion to the State DNR as to numbers and population density. The state representative responded and said that was a good idea and she would consider submitting legislation. She has not to my knowledge but she at least responded. The DNR never responded. I do not know what can be done other than try to get an appointment with someone in the agency. Perhaps they need to be reminded that if they have knowledge of a species facing extinction and do nothing to prevent that, they would look very bad if the species is recognized by science and it comes out that they have known about it but been doing nothing to protect it. There has to be a paper trail in the states where BF is common. It would take an insider to get access to that. Yikes sorry about that. Do they still give them to you in the stomach? I have raccoons wandering through my yard nearly every night and I am afraid of encountering one in the dark and getting bitten.

Ok, so the scariest night of MY life ... well, two contenders. The second, chronologically, was a night when at least 3 BFs entered our camp 5+ miles back into a federal wilderness. I awoke thinking I was dying. Could not breath. Facial muscles spasming. Pressure waves bouncing around inside my eye sockets. Sound that I thought was me hyperventilating. I've told it before so I'll save the details. I managed to mouth-breath but it was forced / labored, then calmed a little. Once I worked out that it wasn't me hyperventilating and heard the wood knocks, which probably took about 15 minutes, I knew what was going on and figured I'd be ok, it was just going to suck getting there, but that first bit awakening thinking I was dying was terrifying. The first was in the early to mid 80s. I did a solo backpack trip on a seldom used trail along a ridge. No water. At the end, I dropped down an old two-track to a mining claim looking for another trail dropping into the canyon .. at the canyon mouth is a road, more trails, a couple houses, and a fishing lodge. I got to the mining claim, end of the road coming down from above with either a mile and a half of creek splashing, jumping off small waterfalls, etc, or hopefully I'd find the trail. Set up camp in the road across the creek from the miners' shack ... 50-75 yards away. They'd just forded the creek with their jeep, no bridge, small creek. Ate dinner, climbed into my bag while the sun was still hitting the ridge high above me even though I was down in shadow. I was still stretching / squirming to get comfortable when I heard rocks rattle across the creek. I turned to look, saw nothing, heard more rattle a bit farther over, turned more, saw nothing, ... repeat a few times. The source of noise was circling me, dropped into the creek bed downstream from the crossing where it was below the edge of the road out of my sight. I heard a couple rocks roll over and splash in the creek, then something climbing. I flipped over so I could see better ... wasn't so twisted up. As I regained view of the spot, all I saw was the back of something leave the road into the brush .. missed getting a good view. But what I saw was unnerving. Hair was short, like a bulldog. It was "brown" .. more of a butterscotch color than a dusty tan. Shape was all wrong ... from the ribs back, which is all I saw, it looked like you might imagine a ice age megafauna version of a hyena to look. Stub tail .. 8 inches to a foot long, kind of clubby / stiff seeming. The belly did not sag like a cat belly. I loaded my stuff back in my backpack .. crammed, not organized. Shoved my feet in my boots ... didn't tie them. I hauled a$$ across the creek and broke into the miner's shack. Suddenly "warning - hazardous chemicals" seemed to be the least of my worries. I closed the door, slid everything loose in the shack against the door. The cabin had 3 rooms, not fully separate. One seemed to be a bedroom. There was a 2x4 wood frame roughly bed-shaped with a thick rubber sheet ... like inner tube material ... nailed over it. Sitting at the "head" of the bed with my back against the wall, I had a clear view of the outside door. That back wall was on the edge of a drop-off into the creek so it didn't seem like anything could come through the wall from behind. I spent the night there sitting / leaning with my pistol and flashlight on my lap. I heard something go around the cabin several times during the night ... gravel crunching. As soon as there was enough light, I repacked my pack properly, laced up my boots, and hauled butt down the creek bed, didn't bother looking for the trail (now I know it isn't there anyway, it's in the next fork to the west), and tore out of there jumping off waterfalls and stuff to get to the lower end of the canyon. I have no idea what I saw that night but I can tell you one thing ... I'm not camping in that canyon again. If I go through at all I'm timing things so I'm sleeping well away from it and passing through mid day. MIB

Predators have had us in the travel-hunting brochure for a long time.

In the video Tom says they are reporting this to some organization with a database? It's not in the SSR and I'd like it to be. Any idea what group that might be? It's not a published BFRO report. This would be in Inyo County, CA, with approximate location of 36.484380, -118.215120. So far I have not used Youtube as a report link for an SSR entry. This might be the first. Edit to answer my own question. Cryptomundo has it: https://cryptomundo.com/bigfoot-report/recent-sierra-nevada-mountains-sasquatch-sighting/ Tom also reported it on his blog: http://bigfootsongs.blogspot.com/2013_10_01_archive.html#6333477786412432184

Indeed. If it would have been me, the fact that he was outside the tent when he became aware of it would have been key. One rainy, solo, canoe moose hunt, I got up one very dark night to take a leak. I felt my way out of the tent and stood in a very light, misty rain doing my business, just like the guy in this sasquatch report. Then, directly in front of me at what I thought was within @ 50 yards, came the most agonizing cry I'd ever heard in my life. Buddy, I'm telling you, it stopped the flow of my business like the slam of a camlock valve. I stood there like a statue for about a minute or so listening for whatever came next, afraid to make the slightest sound myself. Nothing. Eventually the flow returned, and I finished my business. After a few more moments, I just figured that whatever it was, if it wanted me, there wasn't much I could do about it without my gun in my hand, so I felt my way back into the tent, got the 44 in my hand, and crawled back in my bag. It took a while to get back to sleep, but I did. I heard it again @ 10 am the next day, and it sounded like it came from the other side of the lake where I hunt with a moose call. After a while, I realized what it was; a yearling moose being run off by its mother, who was ready to mate, and it was crying. I've always been afraid of hearing a bear outside my tent..........but I've never had a close encounter with one when I've been all zipped up.