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I agree completely. The movies prove over & over again that Patty was the real deal.

Hello from NW Oregon. While I've been interested in the BF phenomenon for long time. Spending a lot of time solo in Oregon's wild lands, my interest started going off on a tangent in the late 1980's when the number of weird disappearances in Oregon got my attention. I've also collected a number of BF sightings/evidence that have never, to my knowledge been reported to any of the report aggregators. That's all I got! OTC

Hey NorthWind.....I've done some research on this particular species of Sotol, and the roots were a main staple of the Native Americans in the South, however it couldn't be eaten raw and had to be baked in earth ovens for up the 24 hours to remove the toxins, couldn't ever find anything about the leaves as food source though, and can only assume they are fine....they taste good and haven't made me sick, plus the hairyman doesn't eat the roots and older leaves....guess they already know about the toxic (raw) roots. There was plenty of mention about the leaves being used for all kinds of other stuff, such as cordage, baskets, etc.

For a tasty sweet snack, put your thumb in the groove, the outer edges are sharp be careful, and pull.....scrape with your teeth like an Artichoke leaf and enjoy.......Lulu thinks it might be good too, lol:) If you look at the scrape marks that my flat teeth make, it's exactly the same as what I find, there's just no way a person or persons are doing this........and what I find has remained very consistent for many years, hogs will get after these too but is very easy to tell the difference, and in particular they don't carry them off to be consumed at a different location, they just tear up the plant and surrounding dirt.

I suspect most footprint finds are entirely accidental. During the dry months they were very hard to find even though the area was active. I have stated it before but my footprint findings and active area location was not entirely accidental. At the danger of boring the reader, let me detail the process of finding my research area so that others can use it with similar circumstances. I started my field research by reviewing BFRO and published book sighting reports. I found a small cluster in an area fairly close to where I live. I was able to visit the exact locations of each sighting report. Looking around and trying to figure out at the location what the BF was doing in the area. One sighting by a newspaper carrier near the Lewis River was easy to find the exact spot from the BFRO report. Logic said that the BF was coming to water. Possibly to fish at night because the river has a Steelhead run or just to drink. Across the road I noticed sign of a game trail coming straight down the hill to the road. Examination showed use but no hoof prints for deer or elk. It was quite steep and while a human could come down, there were easier spots fairly close a human could do. Since the game trail pointed that direction, and across the river was a named mountain with a history of vocalizations in the mid 1990s, I wondered if the BF was traveling that direction and crossing the river. I was able to get to the other side of the river opposite to where the game trail came down to the road. Sure enough, a faint game trail came up from the river up a steep embankment. The human trail in that location was steep and a series of switchbacks. I could not follow the game trail directly but could by using the human trail with switch backs. At the side margin of the human trail, I found a partial footprint in the gravely soil, that was 5.5 inchs wide at the toes, and plainly showed toes. Based on the width that makes the foot likely over 20 inches long. The footprint and a smeared print on the other side indicated the BF had stepped across the muddy human trail and continued straight up the mountain on a faint game path. I followed that up the mountain as far as i could. Ok recent footprint and old vocalizations sure pointed to that mountain. I climbed it several times, summer and winter but never found any more footprint evidence. Then to my dismay they began clear cutting the Northern flank of the mountain. That continued across the top and down the East side to the Southern flank. Anything there would be pushed South. The trail up and over the mountain was not fun because of the climb, so I located the end of the trail to the South with easier vehicle access and began to explore that area. Pretty much being chased by the logging I began to hike around an area by a year round creek. One July day, it was hot, the trail was getting overgrown and I was wearing shorts, so I turned around went South instead of North, then turned again to explore a side trail, heard distant whoops back and forth, that were coming my direction, one headed directly for me. Heavy footsteps, breaking underbrush, heading towards me, I had no place to hide near the trail and waited to get run over. It saw or smelled me and went into a crouch with a big thud. Seconds later 4 rapid wood knocks, then silence. Moving towards the sounds camera ready, I got my picture of the juvenile peeking over the ferns at me. Well at that point the encounter and the BF traveling into that area seemed significant. I targeted that area as my research area, found footprints periodically. and had several encounters with what seemed to be a family of them. That continued until clear cutting rolled though the area and displaced them. That was the entire evolution of how I found my research area and others likely could use the same process to find an active area.

That’s a good question, miles from any human activity, and wasn’t near any human trails, it was on a trail that I use and pretty sure the hairyman does too......always find tracks in the area. I couldn’t find any tracks that day, a few from nearby down by the creek. The Sotol is coming out, they’re chowing down on that now.

Howdy......hope everyone is doing well:) Here are a few recent print pics, fresh animal kills with interesting breaks circled, and more evidence of someone carrying fire down a very remote trail.

I had to give you a hearty laugh on that Guy, but must ensure that my reputation remains un-impugned