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We were on the Omaha Reservation in Northeast Nebraska, where I had my sighting last year. The night was epic, with a supposedly cloaked sasquatch (seen by at least 3 people) reaching out to one of our team. I didn't see that as I was distracted by the guy who could not move his legs and said he had one right in front of him, which I also could not see. I did see what looked like a black 'shadow' pass between Igor and myself - totally silent. This place is said to be very haunted...

Appalachia? Me, too, but.........my "maybe" experience was before I was a drinker. Now I drink and cuss because I've got good reasons to. At least I quit smoking.............

It was spring in Keystone Colorado and there was still hard pack snow on the forest walking trail behind my house. I saw a large bare foot track that pressed down in warmer afternoon old snow when it was soft but frozen stiff in the AM when I saw it. I don't know why I didn't take a pic. Just noted it and soldiered on. Just one print That was 5 years ago I think.

The Russians have a better shot at it than us due to all of the dash cams they have over there....best chance for the next PGF.

Pack o sinners. *I* have no vices. <Trust me>. I've been past the edge of alcohol poisoning. Had a few substances used ... medicinally, prescribed, doctor's supervision, but still, the same stuff people see to use recreationally. I simply do not "see things" unless they're there to be seen. It might change how I perceive what I see but it doesn't create things that aren't there to see. This leads me to believe that insanity does not disqualify a witness. May take a little backwards dis-interpretation to reconstruct the raw observation. The only thing that disqualifies a witness is a demonstrated, not merely assumed, propensity to lie. MIB

22 years without tobacco. Drink like a fiend, good Kentucky sour-mash whiskey. Occasionally smoke green, leafy matter that contains no nicotine. 65, a few ticker problems I think associated with a multitude of use of mind-expanding chems 70s and 80s (hmm, maybe 90s, too.) Otherwise, I'm a little angel.

Heavy Russian accents are difficult for me even after nearly half a century living in Alaska. This place is filled with Russian place names and Russian people, even before 1989. We've had "Old Believers" here since before I got here. You know them from the way they dress, especially the women. They're almost like Amish in dress and behavior. Then after 1989 we got Russian and Ukranian immigrants like Texas got Mayans, but it peaked and ended quickly. Remember this: Russians and Ukranians don't like each other, and they know each other by dialect. They can learn to live with each other in a new land, but it takes time. One of our family's closest friends (same surname as Mrs, Huntster, from the same Danish region, and almost certainly related) is married to a 2nd generation Ukranian man from Chicago. He was career Army, and now a cop. He's perfect for it! Baby faced, but he can put on a war face that would scare a sasquatch. Raised perfect kids, including difficult aboriginal adoptees. I just feel sorry for him cause he married a Danish woman like me. If you're not a psychologist, you lose............if you are, you still lose.........

Disappointed. It appears Bayanov bought into the Janice Carter Coy fiasco and even tried to prove BF language based on whatever findings at her farm. What's the matter with Russian BF scientists? Didn't Igor Bourstev link up with Melba Ketchum? Oh well.

Saw a new podcast come through my feed. AreaX is still active but apparently not as active in documenting their activity. The podcast covered the experience of a new person introduced to the area. He has been squatchin for a while but first time at that location. https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/apes-among-us/id1161431357?mt=2

Great info! Thank you! And I would return the favor anytime yer in my neck of the woods bud! This is why I like diesels.

Norseman - Good topic! As you know, I'm a knower. One of the most challenging aspects of dealing with that has been my father's ridicule. For a long time, because of his threats of what he'd do to me, I never told my story a second time. It went .. badly. So, ironically, a few years ago I was visiting him. Some of his friends stopped by and the coffee, cigarettes, and yarns started. He told a story I'd never heard. His dad was one of the surveyors who surveyed the White Pass ski area. Dad, though under age, accompanied grandpa. He said they were heading towards work and he looked out the window through a gap in the trees into a snowy field and there was a big stump or rootwad which "looked exactly like bigfoot would have looked if it existed, which it doesn't." He concluded the story by saying that the "stump" wasn't there on the way back. "Huh". A second piece, ambiguous but intriguing to me, was my great grandfather. That'd be dad's mom's dad. He died when I was 13 or 14. He lived next to us, a few hundred yards up the hill, and I spent a lot of time with him. Grandpa was a very serious man and particularly touchy about his reputation. He'd pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made something of himself putting his siblings through college as well along the way. So why did he have 2 copies of George Haas' Bigfoot Bulletin on the porch essentially inviting people to ridicule him? I suspect he'd seen or experienced something that overrode his cautious protection of his reputation. MIB