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John Green carried the torch before 1995. Once the BFRO database was started, they began including MANY of the same incidents as John Green already noted, but until 2000 JG also started including BFRO reports. At present, there are 358 SSR entries that are in BOTH the John Green and BFRO database. There is an additional 20 SSR entries that are also shared with NAWAC. Only 1/4 of John Green's incidents are into the SSR so far so I expect JG/BFRO number to grow. There are 5278 BFRO reports in SSR as of today, and 1066 John Green reports.

So you do not believe your own son? If that is the case it is not only sad but you need to examine the cause of your own disbelief. After all, disbelief comes from inside yourself where as belief can be based on experience and evidence.

In a political environment where one can carry whatever "guns" one would like (like my home in Alaska), I have found that the best "arsenal" is: 1) A rifle 2) A defensive sidearm 3) A 22 revolver 4) And a flare gun The defensive handgun, unlike the others, should be carried upon one's body at all times unless in a sleeping bag (and then it should be within reach or in the bag with you). The reason is because you never know when you will finally need it to defend your life, surprise encounters with adversaries can happen at any time, and wise potential predators can be expected to use the element of surprise against you. Therefore the defensive sidearm should be as light and handy as possible, yet as powerful as needed to fight your way to safety or to your rifle, which is vastly more powerful than a good defensive sidearm. The S&W 500 is simply too big, heavy, and cumbersome to carry as a reasonable defensive handgun. Even if backpacking, and thus not able to carry both a rifle and defensive sidearm, a smaller, lighter handgun still fills the needs of a defensive firearm. Both a 44 magnum revolver and a 10mm semiautomatic project enough energy and firepower to stop, redirect, or buy time against an attack by a large North American predator. However, if one cannot take the rifle, the S&W 500 would serve as well as the 44 mag or 10mm. It would just be a bit heavier cumbersome, and expensive..........especially to feed ammo to it. The rifle both features more energy than handguns and effective, accurate range. The 22 revolver provides the ability to effectively deal with vermin and opportunistic small game meals, and the flare gun provides both signaling capability as well as last resort predator defense. That's right, Larry Kaniut, who has published at least four books on Alaska bear attacks, has discovered that every use of a flare gun to defend against a bear attack that he discovered during the course of his research resulted in a successful and immediate spend of the attack. I believe he found four such cases, all accidental or happenstance events. Olin, who manufactures the most popular civilian flare guns, actually markets bear flares specifically designed to use against animal attack. The flare guns are plastic (in order to conform to federal firearm laws, since they use 12 gauge projectiles) which makes the very light. The gun and flares therefore, are mostly bulk, not heft. Since most of my wilderness travels are by a vehicle of some sort, carrying all my gear is not much of a problem. If I'm packing everything, I'll either take only the rifle or only the defensive sidearm, nd possibly both, depending on the primary purpose of my trip. Oh.......Thank God and the American Founding Fathers for the right as a free man to carry whatever firearms I desire or need. This is the only real estate on Earth where one can do so, and the political and legal class are working hard to end that here as well.

Sasquatchery includes (is consumed by?) the incredible aspect of homo sapien psychology regarding the subject. I often find that psychology more fascinating than the creatures themselves. At this point in my life I appear to be facing a final crisis of communication. It is coming to a head because of the inability of my wife and I to communicate......at all. In short, some time ago, I simply gave up trying. That also came in stages. First I gave up trying to read her mind, then gave up trying to express mine. The primary reason for this was my failure to accurately read her mind (imagine that!), and the fact that she both couldn't (or wouldn't) comprehend the most basic and carefully crafted language I used to communicate to her, or got angry or distressed with me about what I said. Over time, I shut down. Now in crisis mode, and forced to try again, I have to point out that it isn't just her and me, or me and the world. This entire planet appears to be unable or unwilling to effectively communicate to each other. This crisis clearly includes every homo sapien on Earth. The only commonality there seems to be is disagreement. And now, at least for me, it appears that I cannot even remain silent in peace. For every human in existence, and for every possible subject, and regardless of how obvious the problem with it is, every utterance or even perceived or projected thought about it is the source of disagreement, which then becomes the actual problem. Hell, people even wander the streets aimlessly torn within themselves over inner disagreements regarding reality. They don't even need others to disagree about it with them. They have found a way to disagree with themselves about the most basic and critical subjects, and are consumed by that inner turmoil to the point of even failing to satisfy the most basic physical needs identified by Maslow. And, of course, they blame everybody else for their turmoil, and everybody else disagrees about what to do about it, or that the crisis even exists, even though it is there before our very eyes. In such a social environment, I find sasquatchery to be moot. Really, why even broach the subject when we cannot agree that we ought to fix the potholes in the road before changing the signs regulating who can enter which lavatory, especially when the guardians of biology are at each other's throats over the evidence of both sasquatchery and human gender and will fight like the banshees from Hell at any suggestion to spend any of "their" money to put either question to rest. In short, this entire subject is no more than entertainment for me anymore especially when sasquatchery characters appeared relatively recently saying that they leave cigarettes and Bic lighters on tree stumps for their private sasquatches to smoke at their nightly leisure, or that sasquatches from Planet X come and go through space/time portals that are apparently everywhere.........and nowhere.

I admit I, Wolfjewel, am an armchair Bigfooter. One good thing an armchair philosopher can do, imho, is keep encouraging folks to 👍listen with care to all sides 👍avoid labels 👍state your opinion or experience without fear of putdowns. When people use labels that pit “us against them,” that’s the surest way to guarantee both sides will learn nothing from each other. As a BFF member since 2016, I’ve read plenty of mud-slinging posts in the past. Happily, the public part of the Forum recently got cleaned up (yay!) and violators of the decency code banned. (You can get around that in the Premium section which I’ve just joined, lol.) In 2020 I’d like to invite all new members who wish to share a sighting or experience, to post as soon as possible. Since newbies can’t start a topic but only reply, I’ll ask frequently for their input to my query. Hopefully moderators will judge their sharings worthy. I’m so psyched to hear new voices!

Wolfjewel, thanks for raising the question about newbies with "experiences". I must admit that this one is second/third hand, but it helped to launch my insatiable interest in bigfoot many years ago. So here is the story: It was summer time, and my sister (only sibling, older than me) and I were in the kitchen doing the dishes. (Yes, my parents got a dishwasher when we both went to college.) We had guests, all adults, who were gathered in the dining room around the corner from the kitchen. My sister and I were arguing about whether or not the dishes I was washing were clean (they were) when all of a sudden we realized the adults were whispering. If you have been in a situation where you hear a whisper, especially when it is unexpected, you know that hearing the sound seems to heighten your senses and tune your ears - you can't help but lean in and listen. The subject of the whispers was an unusual and upsetting event that had taken place east of Mead Nebraska. Apparently a farmer went out into his field in the morning to call in his dogs who were going crazy behind his barn. After calling and getting no response, he went around his barn, and found both of the dogs next to a dead cow. The cow had been gutted, the entails were missing, and there was no blood to be found. The kill had happened over night, as the farmer had brought all of the cows into the barn for some reason the night before. The adults were speculating about what sort of perpetrator could be responsible, and one of the men said he had heard at the barber shop that it was a bigfoot. One track was found near where the animal was found. The site was in a waterway, a 10-15 ft wide section of grass/weeds/whatever usually in a low spot or a transition area between crops. The one track was found at the edge of a cornfield. One of the craziest parts of the story was the dogs - loud enough to call the farmer behind the barn early in the morning, had been silent the night before. My dad and his best buddy owned a dairy distributorship. As luck would have it, the farmer with the dead cow was a neighbor of one of my dad's customers. Of course the weekly stop at that customer's farm was extra long because of the need to discuss what/who could have been the cow's killer. The customer reported that folks all around the countryside near Mead were looking for more tracks, and there was all kinds of speculation about what might be the cause - aliens, cult members, and all sorts of other things, including our friend the hairy man. Dad's customer had heard from another neighbor that a family living on the river bluff had purportedly seen a very tall, very hairy creature running across the field below the bluff the week before. All of this information was very exciting to my sister and me, and I remember going to the library in town so we could do some "research". Interestingly, when I became aware of the BFRO site (I don't remember when, frankly, several years ago?) I looked up sightings in Nebraska, not expecting much. I didn't find many reports, especially not anything exciting...except there was one report from Saunders County that involved a potential sighting east of Mead in Saunders County. Not sure that the dates match up, but it sure was interesting to read in light of the whispered story that I can still sort of hear in my head! I hope some day to have a sighting of my own. In the mean time, I really appreciate the chance to learn from all of you. It would be inappropriate for me to say this explains the weird cow event. I can't explain that. Anyway, thanks for the chance to type my story.

I never said I didn't believe him. I am sure they did have an encounter. More likely ,in my opinion it was a bear. My disbelief of large man apes is based on there are none . As you know ,not one single specimen to examine and test. I am interested in EDNA findings. No expectations of course. I have lots of faith and beliefs ,but I have limitations.

I agree. The average individual is profoundly ignorant about the subject matter. Others can say the same of me with respect to my knowledge about certain other subjects. In the end, I think educating and, in some cases, entertaining friends and family goes a long way to opening the lines of communication. Without that, the chasm spans too far to bridge. I have a lifelong friend that has always been a disbeliever. I explained to him wood knocks that happened to me one night in an area I go to. It meant nothing to him. "That could have been a couple of guys hoaxing you." I finally convinced him to day hike into the area. We went to the locations of the two wood knocks in response to mine. When we walked into the area of the first knock, he got to see for himself how the way out of that area was through a large swamp. I asked him who would be waiting in the blackness of night in this godforsaken area in hopes someone wood knocks so they can hoax them? He had no answer. When people who are not hikers, backpackers, hunters, or outdoorsmen hear about events in the woods, they have no baseline knowledge by which to visual or understand things. When they're brought out into the deep, dark forest away from civilization it changes their perspective. Now they really do understand how vast and remote areas can be. Last year, I showed him a thermal video I took of something upright and bipedal reaching down for something off the ground. His response was, "That moves the needle."

We can't even decide among the bigfoot world what they are . Sometimes i think we are our own worse enemy so talking about it to people who don't believe is pointless. All you have to do is Google it and we have sites saying they are aliens because they always appear when strange lights or orbs are seen. Then you have the NA who many claim they are spirits. Then you have the crowd who Vulcan mind wells with them. Then we have the portal groups. Did I miss anything. And these are all believers so any casual observer I can understand why they might think we are nuts if you mention it

Hey guys....Happy New Year!! I believe the first babyfoot pic above was in the Spring of 2003, so been watching that footie grow for a while, I'll put something together showing growth over the years. He's one of 'the locals', a southern hairyman race, tall & lean, not the big fellows that migrate down from the North in the winter, aka your classic Sasquatch, darker much bigger, and one scary son of a gun.

Even if that meant the extinction of your species? They seem to be doing ok? How are salmon, woodland caribou, lynx and wolverine doing? Are they ok too? How is it that Bigfoot is apart of the ecosystem and yet somehow detached from it in your mind? Ultimately this is all conjecture. Real data comes with species recognition and study. Your simply willing to roll the dice based on “faith”. I have no such faith. The data shows that species are better off discovered and helped. Than to be ignored and paved over. And even then it’s a precarious path. In the case of the woodland caribou? The reintroduction of another endangered species the Wolf was their undoing in the lower 48. Grizzlies are making a comeback too. Will this be beneficial in a world of dwindling resources?

Hunster Awesome post. Perhaps,you have explained why I have been divorced for many years and will never marry again. Although, I do love all three of my girlfriends. Sasquatch must be entertainment for me as well. I certainly enjoy it. Love the stories,the flimsy evidence and of course the Patterson film. My family members who do believe in the creature don't understand my fascination being I am reasonably convinced the creature only exists in stories and folklore. I found out recently that my son and his hunting buddy had an encounter in 2009 and he never told me because he said I wouldn't believe him anyway. Imagine that.

Mommy and companion. The larger looks very human to me from the shoulders up based on what you can make out. His comparison shot doesn't look like it's from the exact same angle as his gamecam shots but it could just be perspective.

Well...here we go.

Interesting report. I remember reading it when it was originally posted. Creating light seems odd to me. I think your guys sighting would've really creeped me out at the time.

But you won't lift a finger to help make that rejoicing happen? That makes no sense. I agree with ALL methods, Norseman. But e-DNA is a tool that is available now, along with guns, so why not incorporate it? It's the lack of interest in the use of e-DNA that keeps it in the realm of not being deployed in the field to look specifically for Bigfoot. Plenty of guns already out there doing just that. Need proof? People get shot and shot at because someone thinks they are Bigfoots. E-DNA doesn't kill or wound anyone. Hunters and non-hunters alike can take samples, and since hunters are already out there, why not get trained to collect samples? I don't get the "I'm a hunter and that's all I'll do" mentality. You see, people won't take samples themselves, but they won't try and see if anyone in academia will take samples either. But boy, tote a gun around the forest hoping for a self-defense situation? Yep, no problem. Please explain to me what kind of logic that serves? Academia is best equipped to tackle this subject. Dr. Krantz was the perfect anthropologist: He was a scientist who did the work, AND he carried a rifle. LOL, government confess? Get the government to find DNA? Did you just seriously say that? Don't get me wrong here. This isn't about NOT killing the creature. If you, or anyone else, brings one in first? Great! It's not even about anyone actually taking samples from the field themselves. It's about writing a measly little email and asking someone in science to do and explaining why. Good grief, you'd think I was asking people to climb Mt. Everest for how the responses come across. It's an email for pete's sake!!!! I do it all the time, it's easy, and not one has anyone come knocking on my door for all the fear I see of that happening. Ok, done with the rant. It probably won't be the last time. But then I think everyone pretty much knows that by now. The worrisome part of it is, you all know I'm right. Science needs to be on this. I saw where everyone was all excited recently over a new species of bird. A BIRD! http://www.sci-news.com/biology/alor-myzomela-07665.html I wonder how much money science spent on THAT? Gimme a break. What about a 700 lbs. North American primate??!!? Science needs our voice.

I've heard howls and barks that had a metallic sound, that were mixed with obvious BF howls. Also, the most confusing ones, sounded like someone was ripping sheets of metal from a building & throwing them on a concrete floor. The sounds went on from just after dark until just before daylight for about 3 nights. I thought it was coming from across the railroad to the southwest, but there was nothing in that direction that it could have been. Finally, I went outside, to try to be sure of the direction. Turned out that it was coming from the little patch of woods about a hundred yards behind the house. No metal anywhere near there.