My only personal experience is one trackway found in the early 1970's in California. Forty five years of living in southcentral Alaska and hunting throughout Alaska has produced no further personal experience, with the possible exception of a strange wood knocking that I thought was a moose rapping his antlers on a tree.
My family displays what I believe is common; amusement at my interest, but deep down inside, they're open to the possibility, and they fear it, especially the females. They know me, and if I'm so certain, they pretty much accept the likelihood that sasquatches exist, so like a grizzly bear, they are so afraid of them, they don't want to have an experience with them.
My youngest daughter lives to buy me sasquatch shirts and such stuff.
My Dad, who grew up in a Louisiana bayou, became a quiet believer after the PG film and Argosy article was published. He was the first person who suggested to me to leave them living in peace and forget about "discovery", because it would b best for all concerned to leave them be.