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I had a sighting when I was about 13 years old. I've also had several class B experiences as well, but ill just touch on the actual sighting here... This is part of an email I sent to Wes Germer before appearing on Sasquatch Chronicles several years ago.... “I have decided to share my experiences after many years of remaining silent on the topic of Sasquatch. It is important to tell you that I am believe in science, and I think that most things can be explained logically. I have a four year science degree, and grew up hunting and fishing. I have been hiking, camping, and backpacking in remote areas for over 20 years. One could say that the outdoors are my bliss, and I am quite at home in nature. I have had things happen in my life that I cannot explain using science and logic. I have told very few people about these experiences. The odd thing is most of these experiences have occurred in an area of the United States where Bigfoot is not well known to be in residence. All of these experiences occurred within the Southern Tier of New York south of Buffalo. My Family’s Property When I was just a kid, I spent a lot of time at a cabin my Grandfather owned. He had purchased the land (5 acres) from a friend who had 300 acres. The property could only be accessed by driving up a common driveway off a seasonal road. The property was on a hilltop above a small town, and bordered another 600 acre plot of land left to a local church when a local resident passed away. The church property was an old, abandoned farm. It was only used once a year for a picnic area, and otherwise had been abandoned to local wildlife. My grandfather’s property, and surrounding area, was comprised of dense forest and several large fields. We would often take long hikes after dinner, and I always loved to see wild game in these natural settings. We would often spot a half dozen deer or turkey in the fields near the cabin. My grandfather would always carry a rifle or shotgun with him, and had offered an explanation that he sometimes saw wild dogs. In 17 years, I never saw one dog or dog track on that property… but I am getting a bit ahead of myself. My sighting, as best I can figure, happened about 1986. One evening after eating dinner, we decided to walk over to the church property and check the fields to see what wildlife we could spot. The wind was blowing in our favor, and my grandfather explained that animals would not catch our scent. He was always teaching me, and telling me stories about his past outdoor adventures. He was a very accomplished hunter and outdoorsman… he taught me a lot growing up. I remember the wind blowing in our faces as we crossed the property line and headed up past an old abandoned house toward the barn that stood at the top of a small hill. We followed the dirt road around the buildings past a small pond toward a large field behind the barn. You couldn’t see past the barn until you crested the hill, and I was eager to spot a few whitetail deer or a few tom turkey. I was not prepared for what I would see, nor will I ever forget it even after 30 years. We reached the top of the small hill beyond the barn, and I scanned the field. The meadow was perhaps 200 yards wide, and 400 yards deep. My eyes were immediately drawn to the far side of the field. Something dark stood in the field, maybe 20 feet out of the tree line. It was big, standing on two feet, and covered in hair. My mind raced as I tried to identify what I was looking at, but I drew a complete blank. I could see the hair waving on the arms and head as the breeze caught it. It was far too big to be a man, and I never questioned if it could be one for a second. My mind told me it wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. My arm raised toward the creature, pointing toward it. “What is that?” I asked my grandfather. He was already looking in that direction, and replied “I don’t know”. This thing had not seen us, it was facing toward the far end of the field. Over the years, I have come to the conclusion that it was searching the field for something, perhaps a deer or some small animal. After 10-15 seconds, I saw the torso and head shift in our direction. The shoulders squared up to face us and that’s when I realized it has seen us. After a few seconds it turned, took three or four steps, and disappeared into the woods on the opposite side of the field. It did not seem to be in a particular hurry at all. The second it got into the trees you couldn’t see it anymore. Maybe it was because I was a kid, or because it was so far away, but I was not scared at the time. It never made a sound. It was there, and then in a few seconds it was gone. I have never seen anything like it before or since that day. Normally, our hikes were quite long, and were composed of long circuits around the area. That evening, my grandfather decided it was time to head back the second it disappeared, and we retraced our exact steps back the way we came all the way to the cabin. I believe my grandfather knew much more than he ever told be about that property, and Sasquatch in general. The last comment I will make about this event is that I never thought it was a Bigfoot until recently, because it did not resemble the creature in the Patterson Gimlin film. It was tall, maybe seven or eight feet but not massive like that. It was much lankier, although the frame was big with shoulders wider than a man.

I get the general way of thinking and don't overly disagree, but i just don't think you can be bringing in religion to this subject as it obviously brings up geographical issues and a whole world of questioning that simply can't be answered objectively.

While I do not share Scott Carpenter's belief system, he presented two really good reasons not to trust the sasquatch people and it makes a whole lot of sense. Also, at the end of the video, you see his use of backwards facing cameras. He kind of pioneered that means of gathering information and it's really paid off for him. He's captured some sasquatches that felt safe taking a peek after he'd passed by. So, an interesting video. https://youtu.be/aeNjRyl42ao

What I took away from the Two Reasons without adding in any of the religious elements, is that 1) Killing you during an encounter is always on the menu. Maybe choice number 10 or option 45, but always there. Therefore, be careful. They are strong and wild and you do not know them. Treat them with the respect and caution you would any wild animal (or potentially crazy human). And 2) They don't communicate, so we can't reason with them and we have no way of knowing what they're thinking. Anything else is some form of anthropomorphism. There is danger in making incorrect assumptions based on OUR beliefs that may or may not be true. I'm not interested in any of the religious interpretations one way or another, nor any woo. Carpenters' belief system influences how he views the creatures. We ALL have some sort of belief system about who we are in the grand scheme of things and who THEY are. But distilling the two reasons into the above made sense to me. YMMV.

Hello from Georgia, I have been intrigued about this subject for many years( after i watched the PG film on tv as a little boy) and now as an adult i am looking for more answers as to what people are experiencing .I've been a outdoors man my whole life and seen things i cant explain but hopefully one day i will get that chance.

Thanks, @BobbyO, I can appreciate your thoughts. And, I completely respect the massive work that you have done with the data! Like I said, I was keeping it simple. I do have data that support my theory, but I am not willing to fully disclose them at this time. They are strong enough for me to want to explore into that rabbit hole and see where it leads. As soon as I confirm or deny, I will be glad to relay the info as to what I have tried, etc. And you and the rest of the gang here, will be among the first to know when I am ready. I just think working a little outside the box is a good fit for me right now, and while incredibly valuable your data (and it is), I need to try some things that are different than what many people are doing, because it's not working.

My head was very much where yours is NW, but the data didn't suggest that that was how they done things. Admittedly i could drill in to it more and more of course (and i will in time for sure) but like i said, and i have spent a ton of hours on this with huge datasets, there is no stand out where moon phases are concerned. We can't let our own self bias, no matter how logical to us it may well seem, dictate the reality of how these things go about their daily lives.

Wow, that's both cool and creepy! I've seen bigfoot fingerprints before, and they look just like those. Glad you got a photo! Update. July 5, 2020 = Our FLIR sighting in the Oregon Cascades. 2 bigfoots, about 100 yards or less in the woods, doing the typical tree peek thing. I very clearly saw it lean out from behind the tree - shoulder, head, shoulder. We've been past this spot often, on our way to other locations. We got it on FLIR, but it's shaky compared to what I saw. I had my arm settled on the open door of my truck, and panned around, very steady. I have zero doubt about what I saw. When we recorded, NorthWind was standing recording with the FLIR camera, and it's much shakier. Then, in October 2020, we were at a lake, and something stared across a river at us from inside an 8-foot-tall culvert filled with 4 inches of running water, while we stared back at it wondering who or what it was. We hurried over to that side, but by the time we got there, it was long gone. I count it as a daylight sighting, but I can't prove it, of course. I didn't think to photograph it, and I kick myself daily about that. We've found hundreds of footprints, dozens of track lines, and all the other things that bigfoots supposedly do. Can't say with 100% certainty that its bigfoots doing all this, since I've never seen them do it, but we hope to! We're slowly accumulating gear to that end, and you can see it all on our sub-forum here. We are out there nearly every weekend searching and exploring this mystery. We have a dozen research spots and are methodically gathering data from all this and it's beginning to pay off. I just wish more people actually cared. I love hearing everyone's stories.

Greetings to Hiflier and to all. Yes, I am still alive and well. The PhD program is very rigorous and therefore I don't have much time to post anymore, but I do still lurk fairly often. Spring break will be dedicated to field research related to the existence of Sasquatch, with an emphasis on locating the remains of a specimen. For this purpose the archaeological method should prove quite useful, and archaeology is a regretfully much neglected science in the field of Bigfoot research. Hopefully I can help to change this. I look forward to the opportunity where I can post consistently once again. Cheers.

I ran it through edge detection, there is no bigfoot there. canada-edge-720p.mp4

Forgot I posted in this thread! To answer a few questions: both times we were camping in the car but not in campgrounds. We pretty much always goes as far as possible on forest/logging roads and camp. However, the more impressive handprint occurred not too far from a campground. It could have been a person but they would have to be enormous and have muddy hands. The attached picture is that handprint. The tiny, clean spots below it are my fingerprints. I have pretty average sized hands. This print was found after my wife was touched by something through the car window the night before. Forgot to mention: the touching incident occurred on logging land near Yacolt, WA. The other handprint and mysterious sound happened waaay back on a forest road near Mt. Baker. The rock throwing happened on Quinault Ridge on the Olympic Peninsula. And the possible footprint was found at Squire's Lake near Alger, WA. I have my doubts about that one due to the popularity of the trail and it's proximity to to civilization.

My intuition was just to lay still, don't move, try to decipher what was looking at me. I froze but not in fear. There was no growling, or intimidation but just staring. When I tried to wake up Bill, he just kept sleeping................. we were dead tired. When I looked back, it was gone, and it never came back. I went back to sleep and wrote it off since bigfoot was never on my mind .

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.