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All in all, Expedition Bigfoot is making Finding Bigfoot look pretty good.

I'm working on a book about Port Chatham, Alaska. Been in a couple Bigfoot documentaries and TV shows. Based on my experiences in the field, I know how frustrating it can be to get good evidence. I've found some great non-castable prints and gotten thermal footage of something that appeared large and bipedal....but with all that...I still can't say 100% that I know they are real. That said...I try not to be critical of others work. If the size comparison is accurate, then the footage is pretty impressive. However, I know that TV shows can be edited can literally change the context of a person's conversation to suit the producer's needs. So....who knows? Bigfoot TV is a lot like TV wrestling. There is a serious..art/science behind it...but mostly it's just for fun and entertainment.

In 2012, I was picking up my kid late at night at summer camp. He couldn't handle the overnight part, so it was 10 or 11pm. I parked as far out in the parking lot as I could, and stargazed on a beautiful late summer evening. I noticed whistling in the woods, from two areas. Eventually I had the bright idea to whistle back. We traded whistles, and the whistlers triangulated on my position and moved in slowly. Suddenly i realized there were two "somethings" behind a shed and a cabin, and freaked out. My son made it only to dinner the next few nights. The last night at camp, I told him that I was unavailable and he had to stay until the last campfire ended, at midnight. I pulled into the same spot, and immediately the whistling began, but from one area. I knocked on the side of my van - and it answered. We traded knocks until it zapped me, and I groveled, crying on the floor of my van for 10 minutes. Then the horrible sensation stopped, I traded a few more knocks and whistles like nothing had just happened. The campfire broke up, and 300 kids ran screaming back towards their cabins and that was that. I grabbed my kid and skedaddled. We returned numerous times to the same general area, but at the riverside areas behind the camp. One night a friend and I went at dusk, and had to walk back in the dark. We had bushes shaken and huffing/chuffing vocalizations and a big snap/slap/knock as we hurried to my truck. In 2018, I was walking my dog at one of the lakes, where some repairs were happening on a picnic area path and bathroom. We walked down to the steep, rocky beach and meandered around into the next bay. It was pretty, so I took a photo. My dog alerted and refused to walk further. As I tried to coax him to move, something YIPPED at me, "Pip!" It was loud, and came from the treeline further down the bay. I was extremely creeped out, and we left immediately (we had a lot of bigfootish stuff happen in that area, and historically around there that I was well aware of). I think we surprised and scared the daylights out of both of us. When I got home, I could see the bigfoot in the bushes in my photo, just a tiny (but obvious-to-me) blobsquatch. The photo is in the blobsquatche section here, the rest in my sub-forum. I've found at least two other probably-not-pareidolia blobsquatches in other photos following interesting days bigfooting in the woods. In one instance, I could hear quiet bipedal steps in the forest behind dense bushes. The three of us moved on it, and one of us saw something dark duck into the woods 100 yards across the meadow.

Never joined a forum before. Thought I'd take a chance here. Been watching the TV shows forever, it seems, Started reading cuz one of these days I was want to take it to the field. No friends that see this stuff seriously, so let's see how this goes.

Super, thanks. And good luck with the book, I like your candor.

This is a repost of my 43 year old sighting- experience. We weren't doing Jack Daniels, dope or shrooms ................................. just dead tired after cutting 4 cords of wood and stacking it in our truck. We did this by hand and and with no gas wood splitter. We were good ol native Oregonian mountain men working in the beautiful forest. I'm still trying to figure what caused me to snap awake, stare into the woods, and look into the face of some unknown animal looking back at us. I don't remember noise or anything but automatic wake up and look. Maybe infrasound? What do you think? It's a good thing there were two of us since I think some bigfoots pick off single warm blooded people in the woods on rare occasions. My friend and I went wood cutting in the Butte Falls area that is North of Medford, Oregon. This was around 1977. Bigfoot was not a consideration for me or my partner, Bill. We cut up fire wood all day until we dropped, and spread out our tarp and plopped our sleeping bags down for a night’s sleep. It was a warm summer night in the open forest with tall trees spread all over. We were on the forest floor that was flat ground with tall fir and hemlock trees with some brush here and there. Something woke me up. I looked across this clearing to this dimly lit, huge fallen log about forty feet away. This hair covered creature is behind the log staring at me. It has no big fuzzy ears like a bear. A Black Bear has a flat head and long snout, and this animal had a cone shaped head and no snout. This animal had broad shoulders much wider than a bear. Only the top one fourth of its body was showing since the log blocked the rest of the view. Having no fear still puzzles me to this day and writing about this event helps. Welcome to the new forum members.

But it’s not a tree stump!

I see absolutely nothing paranormal in what I experienced. Nada. Creatures in the woods spying on humans doing interesting things. What's so weird about that? And infrasound is a scientific phenomenon. For the record - it's none of the above. I've hung out with famous people who are names you'd recognize instantly due to working at major Hollywood studios for a decade, and I don't care or want that. I spend money on this hobby, I certainly don't earn it. More followers would be fun, but not necessary. I like the conversations and interactions with likeminded folks. My motivation is twofold - burning curiosity and I just like being outside in the woods!

Not if it's under the canopy . It has to be in view no obstruction in the way . I don't know how thick the canopy is there but if it's thick thermal is useless

You seemed like the only one who took it serious . If you guys do go out there again take some people like minded as you . Even if you don't see anything just having a good team with you makes the trip enjoyable .

Your statement is true, I glossed over the sighting. However, the visual memory from 1977 has remained fixed in my mind even today as I write this. I drew a pencil sketch of this encounter and will post it soon. After a few years went by and hearing more about bigfoot, I began to realize that I saw a bigfoot. Now I realize one of the best ways to see a bigfoot is what I accidentally discovered. Find a brave partner, locate a squachy forest, cook dinner, play music and get the attention of any near by bigfoots. Do this on a warm summer night. No tent but sleep out on a tarp in a warm sleeping bag. Listen for sounds and wait. Just in case a bear, cougar or unfriendly bigfoot comes along. What kind of gun is best to have? Do this in a well lit forest with plenty of moon light. Does this sound too fool hardy? Have your car close by so you can take refuge in case things go wrong.

Cool, have a great vacation!

I’m not sure if I ever told my stories here on the BFF. And though I live in Oregon, all three of my "experiences" happened in Florida, less than ten miles from Myakka River State Park about fifteen years ago. I was living at a country club / older folk’s community while I was in Florida going to school for a couple of years. Whenever I could, I would get out into nature by hiking up at Myakka River State Park and surrounding areas. Beautiful place, but it can be dangerous. There’s a lot of wildlife and it seems everything out there is looking to hurt or kill you. Lots of gators, poisonous snakes, spiders, boars, panthers, and my wife and I even saw two jaguarundis once at Myakka River State Park. My experiences though, happened at the golf course, strangely enough. The first experience we had, I was with my wife and we were out sitting on our screened in porch on the second floor enjoying a cigar and a cold fermented malt beverage. It was very late at night, I would say maybe 2AM, and we had the lights out so I wouldn’t get busted for smoking a cigar. Just talking and relaxing. This second-floor porch overlooked maybe 20 feet of grass, then a retaining pond (lake), and the golf course itself. We could see none of it though, it was a very dark night. Well this night was very quiet. Suddenly, we heard bipedal footsteps sloshing through the water. Big. Deliberate. Not fast, but not slow. It was covering a lot of ground with those steps. Now it was too dark to see, but I knew at the time there are only two things in the water at night in Florida. Gators, and gator food. If you are not one, you are the other. But even though you could hear the sloshing of the steps, you could almost feel the ground thumping as whatever it was moved. It wouldn’t make sense that a person would be walking through the water at night after midnight with no flashlight (or even with one for that matter). But this was no gator. Whatever it was was walking on two legs. As it passed the “lanai”, we were both afraid to even look to see what it was. Not that we could have anyway. But we didn’t even want to get close to the screen. It passed right by us. I would say no more than 30 feet away, max. It never broke stride. We were both too afraid to even speak. And when we did, we whispered and didn’t pronounce our “s’s” because we didn’t want to be heard by whatever it was.We sat there a long while after this thing was gone, trying to figure out what it was. I joked “skunk ape” with her, but the truth was that I was pretty certain that’s what we heard. I have seen deer out there and tons of birds. But this was no deer. No wild pig. Not a bear. Not a panther. It was bigger than those for certain. I still don’t KNOW what it was But if I had to put money down on something, I would have to go with a skunk ape because nothing else fits. That was the first experience. The second and third ones are tied together. Let me set the stage a little. I had an old dog. He was awesome. Always quiet and mild mannered. Unless there was danger. Then he became 120 pounds of growling snarling canine badassery. Mix of black lab, German shepherd, chow, akita, and coyote. I had to walk him when I got home from school. Usually that was after midnight or so. Outside the gate of the community though, there was swamp land, and general native Florida wilderness. When I say “gate”, I mean there was a drop-down arm to block vehicles, but people could just walk around it. Boy, I miss the sounds of the gators and frogs at night! I would take Tucker out there to do his business next to the road. I always carried my pistol because it was scary out there with just a flashlight. This particular night, I was walking Tucker towards the gate to get out to the road to his happy pooping grounds, when he started walking slower. His head was lowered, and he was growling softly. Now we were still in the golf course community, mind you. But right next to a small pond that was completely blocked off with trees. You couldn’t even see this pond. Not even the landscapers went in there. I know, because I was curious and went in there one day. Very thick native Florida bush. Then swampy pond. Almost perfectly circular. Maybe fifty feet across is all. It’s own little nature preserve in miniature. It was right next to a man-made retaining pond that had gators and fish and frogs and snakes and the like in it. As we were passing this pond which you cannot see, Tucker’s hackles went up and he started growling loud, and baring his teeth. His eyes were fixed on the small trees next to us. These trees were maybe 20 feet tall. Almost like tall bushes, really. Just as I was really realizing that something was in there, that something growled from the cover of those trees. Loud as hell. I could feel it in my chest, even. I could feel my hair stand up. That had never happened to me before, and it was a really strange sensation. That growl was so low in pitch and loud! It was not a gator, as I have heard those sounds before many times. Then the trees began shaking VIOLENTLY. I thought whatever it was was either going to rip them down or come charging out, so I had my 1911 drawn. We backed away from those trees without turning around. I did not want to turn my back to them. My heart was pounding. I was scared crapless. We finally came home from a different route (we actually walked all the way around the community because I didn’t want to pass those bushes again. My wife asked where I had been and I explained everything. She thought it was funny. Well I was not amused. A few weeks went by, and my mother in law came to visit from Texas. We had an extra room, so it was no big deal. She always loved to go outside and see the nature there. She loved to walk the dog, too. I told her to stay away from the “growly bushes” as they had become to be known as. She teased me and I tried to explain I was NOT kidding and I was deadly serious. It piqued her curiousity. Well late one night maybe here or four weeks after the first “growly-bush” experience, we had been tipping a few drinks out on the lanai. It was late, and the dog needed to go out one last time. She volunteered, and asked me to go with her because she wanted to see the “growly-bushes”. I decided to show here where it happened. So foolishly, we headed down there. Tucker again started growling slow and low, with his head down as we approached the bushes. My mother in law started getting freaked out. Then as we got near them, the thing growled loud at us and shook the trees again, exactly as it had done before. My mother in law was terrified, and so was I. When we got back up to the safety of the condo, she swore that she would never doubt me again. Neither of us know for certain what growled at us. But whatever it was, had to be huge to shake the trees like that. I tried shaking them in the day time some time later, and could get them to move, but nothing like what we experienced. The good thing is that I had a witness this time. And she was able to relay what happened to my wife. Now my wife knows I was not joking about it. Folks there are strange things out there. And now that I am in Oregon and my kids are grown, I want to find out. That’s why I go out to the woods when I can and search for these beings. While I have never laid eyes on one that I know of, I know they are out there. And I hope to be able to find enough proof to make a difference. If not, maybe just enough to satisfy my own curiosity, which I think will never be satisfied.

I followed what you said. I'll ask again .. how do you account for audio recordings of metallic sounds? MIB

I don't have a complete theory but I am convinced this falls under the category of an auditory hallucination. Something is causing a noise but the way our brain perceives it causes it to sound like something else. The source of the noise is knowingly or not, interacting with the earth's magnetic field. Machinery sounds coming from the earth is a very old phenomena that people have reported since ancient times. This also fits experiences of people hearing different types of noises in the woods that can't be rationally explained based on the geography. Things like hearing people having a conversation that is barely inaudible (not Bigfoot noises) or far away, furniture being moved across a room, impacts and crashes, etc. The earth creates energy all the time and has varying degrees of electromagnetic resonances that can be excited by other EM discharges (like weather for example). This energy can take the form of sound that travels in unpredictable patterns. Since the earth is a natural conductor and our brain is electricity, we're like an antenna picking up electromagnetic energy. If the experiment was reproducible, it would be interesting to test what frequencies people hear these noises and when electronic equipment fails. I don't think BF is playing with metal. The depths and perceptions of the sounds are likely different with each experience. That soundcloud clip is interesting but like all things BF, doesn't provide enough clues to support a theory. I think these metal-like auditory experiences are good points of interest to support the possibility along the lines of an EM energy theory that has long been associated with BF.

You and @Sasfooty may want to connect. I'm sorry...if they can do what you're describing, this entire forum should be paranormal and you should not be going out into the woods looking for "them" unless it's for ....... Whatever motivates you. Dollars, internet fame, a cult following, or maybe all of the above.

Why would I be responsible for answering an unanswerable question? I posed a theory on earth noises and EM energy that is admittedly incomplete. You choose to be obscurantist and divert the thread. Are you upset that you did not get a Beachfoot invite while I did? Or could it be that you do not know what a hallucination is? It is an actual experience but interpretation is not decipherable to our senses. But go ahead and post the recordings that you do not have along with telemetry of your instruments from your awesome field work anyway.

well if you followed what I said, all kinds of noises are possible. Whether that matches what was experienced or recalled or believed to have been experienced is up to the interpreter - but probably not accurate. I don't believe you have any such perfectly aligned evidence nor did you try to understand what an auditory hallucination is. Sometimes a 5 second web search to confirm your tired attempt at baiting will work wonders before responding.