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When I had my first round of stuff happen in 2012, my new neighbor told me her story. She's one of those hard-core environmentalists who have on occasion handcuffed themselves to trees and blocked forest roads to stop logging. She said they were way out in the mountains, camped out, planning their activities. They had a basecamp, tents, tables etc. One night they packed stuff up for the coolers after dinner, but forgot to put them actually away. They felt like they were under constant observation, but attributed the feelings to nerves. That night something ate the food left in the Tupperware, but the lids were back on. Everyone swore it wasn't them the next day. Then they started finding prints. Eventually they began leaving treats for their Bigfoot visitors. Well, until they were all arrested and the camp demolished. When my truck broke down on Memorial Day, I forgot that I was still wearing my knife when the to truck showed up. I removed it and unloaded some gear from my truck. When the driver curiously asked what I was doing in the woods, I just flat out told him that I was bigfooting. His trainee gasped and started yelling at him to tell me his story. Turns out he had his own sighting nearby, same area that we were at. He was on a call to rescue someone, and pulled over to do something (can't remember, maybe to pee?) And when he got back into the rig, 50 feet ahead of him a 9-foot tall, totally ripped male bigfoot crossed the road, looked ight at him, and walked into the bush. The two truck driver said that the Bigfoot knew he was there, and deliberately did it, like it was a test of nerves. He said it was taller than his truck, he would have been eye to eye. You just never know who has had experiences!

About 1977, I was camping near a small lake in a deep mountain valley on the N side of the Fraser River with my 2 sons, who were 13 and 7 at the time. While the youngest boy and I were off-loading gear from the back of my '72 Suburban, the older boy, Steven, was goofing off, not helping. As I was about to call him over to give a hand, he started calling "Dad! Dad! look at this!". I ignored him the first couple of calls, then stepped around the truck the 3rd time he called. He was pointing up the clearcut hillside on the opposite side of the logging road from our campsite. Following his pointing finger, I saw a large patch of black just disappearing into the timberline at the top of the cutblock. I said, "Wow, you just saw a black bear, now come and help us". He insisted that it wasn't a bear that he saw, but a huge, hairy black figure walking on 2 legs. I pressed him pretty hard about the description, and he remained adamant that it walked like us, not like a circus bear on its hind legs. It was in that same valley, a year later, that I had my own sighting, about 10 km (6 mi) from that campsite. The following spring, I found a trackway, in the wet spring snow, on the same side of the valley, crossing a saddle over the mountain to the next valley eastward. This time, I contacted John Green, who lived about 30 km from there, and took him to the trackway the next day. That trackway find, and my telling of my son's sighting, are both in his database. My research partners, Magniaesir, Steenburg, Alohacop, and BigfootHunter, all have either firsthand encounters, or stories from family and friends, that brought them into this field, and brought us all together to continue to search for tangible proof of Sasquatch.

It’s easy to look at sighting reports and pick em apart. And things like audio files in which a pack of coyotes is being described as Bigfoot vocalizations. But do any of us have any close family and friends claiming to have seen a Bigfoot with conviction? Unlike some of you? I’m not a knower. But I would like to share a few stories with you. With the standard disclaimer that physical evidence is needed. My father had a cabin up by mount Index, one night while walking back to his cabin in the dark. Something large and grey crossed the road in front of him. Now he openly admits that he had been drinking..... but not that much. He said that it could have been a mountain goat. But he had never seen a mountain goat that low before and along the river. Dad was a prolific hunter in his younger days. Had a friend who sold me my engraving shop. She swore while coming back to Kettle Falls along the Kettle river by the boulder creek road she had a Bigfoot cross the hwy 395 right in front of her. Her husband is a good guy, but definitely gave her quite a bit of flak for sharing that story. But she has never backed down. She was adamant being a local it wasn’t a known animal. My packing partner who is also a member of the BCHA claims to have heard a frightening sound while riding his horse. He never saw what made it. I had some examples of the Sierra sounds and he picked out the sound byte that starts out as growls, snarls and gibberish and then breaks out into whistling as the closest to what he heard. He said that his horse was having none of it. And it freaked him out. He lives in Ferry county and has Bears and Cougars in his yard. No joke. One of our own BCwitness who I have met twice with in BC while doing some jet boat repairs up there had his own sighting. I respect him to the utmost as a woodsman and his prowess in the woods. And BC is BC.... it’s a massive province with most of the population living in one city.... the rest is mountains, trees and glaciers. I think BC is likely the best last place on Earth for the search. I have spent a lot of time in the Kootenay region as they call it, a lot of country up there. Like Alaska big....and as remote. Getting guns up there is problematic tho. Of course my own snow track story you guys have heard a million times. Do any of you have any stories to share of your own or others? Does having someone close to you a witness sway your own beliefs? Discuss!

I apologize for my tardy response Hiflier. I have been thinking about how I might answer your questions (and whether or not I could). 1st a disclaimer: I was educated as a paleobiologist. I have studied fossil invertebrate populations with regard to their specific variations (variations within a species due to ontogeny - that is growth from infant to adolescent to adult), parasitism by competing organisms, and evolutionary considerations as they impact our understanding of the genus, family, and order classifications in a particular class of invertebrates. I have taken graduate level courses in genetics and evolution (but a long time ago - invertebrate zoology was one of my two minor subjects), BUT I AM NOT A GENETICIST! So take what I might say with some healthy skepticism - and I welcome discussion from real geneticists (and I am guessing from your questions that you already know most, if not all, of what I am going to say). Some good news: With regard to DNA, hair is amazingly stable in a variety of environments that would be considered risky in other respects. That is mainly due to the presence of cuticle, the outermost hard layer of a three-layered hair shaft (inner medulla, medial cortex, outer cuticle). The cuticle protects the medulla, and the medulla contains a lot of mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA). Some bad news: Nuclear DNA (nDNA or nuDNA) is lost in the process of cornification - in which protein cells become hair. Although many people think that a follicle needs to be attached to a hair shaft for extraction of nDNA, nDNA has occasionally been extracted from the medulla of a hair shaft - sometimes months or even years after the hair has been pulled/shed from a human body - I guess this should be included under the "good news". In most cases the best that one can expect from hair in terms of DNA is mtDNA. mtDNA is not pertinent for ID'ing individuals, but works for ID'ing species (if that species' genome is included in an existing gene bank - and it should be useful as a match for higher classifications as well, such as genus, subfamily, and family). According to at least two hair experts, Sasquatch hair commonly lacks a medulla, and, when present, the Sasquatch medulla is discontinuous and not prominent. A number of mtDNA studies of purported Sasquatch hair have suggested Homo sapiens, and the natural conclusion is human contamination. There are a variety of methods for decontaminating DNA samples, and actually hair, again because of the protective cuticle, is especially prone to successful decontamination. As I have said in other threads, there exist in all know human DNA (ALL HUMAN DNA) genetic markers that are unique to Homo sapiens, so any DNA researcher looking to verify human contamination or to suggest the existence of other than human DNA, must look for one, or a few, of those markers, else he/she is falling short of performing adequate study (trying to be kind here to past researchers - I would rather say #*&@&%$*!). I think study of suspected Sasquatch hair is worth study, without regard to external environmental challenges and without regard to time in environment. I am not like the body of posters on this site (mainly inductive reasoners - some brilliant, some notsomuch) that can run through a myriad of explanations and possibilities addressing a single data point. I am admittedly not brilliant - I am a plodder. I try to gather a lot of data and methodically work through that data to try to understand it (that's a tough thing in this Sasquatch world containing a fair bit of purely anecdotal data). If I were confronted with testing old hair for DNA or making the determination no to do so because conclusive results might be unlikely, I would say do the analysis - one never knows what might turn up (my experience has been the more one learns, the more one realizes there is more to learn). I had planned to address your questions more directly, but I am running out of gas. The subject does interest me, however, and I look forward to more communication with you.

Now that I have nothing to do on the weekends, since my truck is broken down, I've been rewatching some of my favorite videos. This is one of my favorites. It's the one I show folks who question if bigfoots might actually exist and why they behave as they do.

We were on the Omaha Reservation in Northeast Nebraska, where I had my sighting last year. The night was epic, with a supposedly cloaked sasquatch (seen by at least 3 people) reaching out to one of our team. I didn't see that as I was distracted by the guy who could not move his legs and said he had one right in front of him, which I also could not see. I did see what looked like a black 'shadow' pass between Igor and myself - totally silent. This place is said to be very haunted...

I don't have much interest in any of the youtube bigfooters EXCEPT a seemingly new guy, howtohunt.com, is putting up some stories that ring as reasonable. I am skeptical of all of them for one reason or another. I think there's something to be learned from most but you have to learn to back-filter their personal biases out to get to the value. I'm not going to name names, some of the folks are personal friends and I'd have to bash them pretty hard to explain what to take away from each. I think I can answer that safely. There are 4 I suggest starting with. In no particular order, 1) The Locals by Thom Powell 2) Enoch by Autumn Williams 3) Sasquatch: Legend Meets Science by Jeff Meldrum 4) Abominable Snowmen: Legend Come to Live by Ivan Sanderson I think understanding each point of view is necessary to understand why we don't have proof yet. In addition, Sanderson gives a more worldwide view as well as an older view. Once you're grounded via those 4, then there's a ton more reading to do. What I do not find useful are more "bigfoot crossed the road ahead of me" accounts. There is nothing further to learn form those other than building a map of sightings in time / space to perhaps help focus on locations that increase the probability of having a (or another) sighting. The hoaxers on the sasquatch detective hall of shame. I would avoid anyone making absolute statements about what they are sure of. I would watch out for anyone posing as a sasquatch authority. I learned much from my research partner of past days .. who will remain nameless. I question much of what I learned .. needs to be verified and has not been. I think that's a solid theme. Get the ideas others are willing to share but don't accept them without doing your own verification. Too many people want to be spoon fed ... they need to examine what's in the spoon when that happens. Rather than looking to someone else for your truth, find others willing to go in search of truth with you. Have not met you or Northwind but I believe that working together you are potentially ahead of the talking heads you are looking for. Have faith in yourself / yourselves. In the end, as I found with my research partner, I'm all I've truly got, the rest is fleeting. MIB

So little is known of bigfoot I’m often wary of anyone that claims to know for certain anything. The best people, imo, to learn from are knowledgeable hunters and out doors-man and what I try to take away from them is basic knowledge of the wilderness.

I went for a walk Saturday. 10+ miles, 3 on trail, 7 out through the woods over logs under logs through brush etc. Got lost-ish for a while. Trail vanished under drifts up to 6 feet deep. Bit sunburned. Bug-chewed. Some minor issues with leg cramps. NO BLISTERS!! My best picture from the trip: Little bit of zoom on that. It's about 5-6 mils to the snowy ridgeline. MIB

I discussed retrieval with Mendrum one time. The context was bones and what would be the priority for furnishing him proof of existence. He suggested if possible to leave it in the ground. Cover and mark it then call him in. This has advantages and disadvantages depending on who owns the land where it is found. If it is federal land it is a problem. The people that found the T Rex Sue on Federal land ended up gong to prison for two years for violation of federal laws. Leaving it in place allows strata dating and context as to where the bones were found. Clean, probably least likely to get you in legal trouble, but risky in that you could loose the location and the bones to authorities. If you decide to collect the bones the skull is highest priority. Next would be hands and arm. Femur is next then feet. Document the bones in the ground and remove everything if you can. Body parts would be in the same order if you find a body and cannot bring everything out. Calling in Meldrum might be a problem if the location is not Idaho. He has standing there being associated with Idaho State University and probably knows who to talk to in dealing with authorities. Outside of Idaho he has no standing other than academic credentials. He may know who to call in Washington or Oregon and bring them in. But my opinion is that calling in someone in a University from the finding State might be a great advantage in dealing with authorities. Otherwise it is very likely when word of the finding gets out, the bones or body will be taken away from some lay person finder, who in the opinion of the state or federal authorities has no right to possess the bones or body. In the best of cases, the academics will give you finders credit. In the worst of cases, you will end up in prison for violation of antiquities or NA object or body possession. I put out feelers and have found a Washington University PHD level biologist who might be a good person if I can get him to believe what I have found. I was able to establish email contact and actually have a conversation with him. He would be my starting point for a contact in my State of Washington. It might take a photograph of a bone to interest an academic. Anyway my point is that if you are in the hunt for body or bones, you best grease the skids and have contacts in mind to call should you be successful. Finding something first without a contact could be a race with a rotting body. Smedja comes to mind when I think about these issues.

I carry a more substantial kit than most, but I'm EMR rated, so I'm a nerd on a stick when it comes to TCCC gear. TFAK/IFAK (Condor Tear Away Medic Pouch [full size 5"W x 9"L x 6"D]): 1 Swat-T tourniquet (not good for self-application) 1 Sof-T Wide tourniquet (external mount) 2 Israeli 6" compression bandages 2 North American Rescue 4" X 4 yard compressed gauze. 2 28Fr Nasopharyngeal Airways w/lube 1 North American Rescue S.P.E.A.R. decompression needle 2 Hyfin vented chest seals 1 1" roll of Gorilla tape 6 feet of 2" Gorilla tape 4 5x9 gauze pads 1 3" ACE bandage 1 3" roll of compressed Curlex 1 60 ml sterile saline wash in bullet tube. 4 pr. Nitrile gloves in light blue. 1 pr. Nitrile gloves in black. 1 pr. Trauma Shears 1 SAM splint 2 Mylar Emergency Blankets Total weight: 2 lbs. Boo Boo Kit (Condor Tear Away Individual First Aid Kit): Band Aids: 4 each in all the sizes. Triple Antibiotic ointment 1 Triangle Bandage 8 4" Gauze Pads 8 2" Gauze Pads Benadryl Imodium Tylenol Dermabond Total weight: Less than 1 lb. Truck Kit (Bag varies on anticipated conditions) Double everything above plus: 1 Pocket BVM (Bag Valve Mask) 1 Suture Kit + associated tools 1 Full set of Nasopharyngeal Airways w/lube 2 Staple Suture guns + staple remover tool 1 MDF Acoustica Stethoscope 1 BP Cuff 1 GPS Emergency Beacon It sounds like a lot, but it's less than 3 lbs on my person for the TFAK and the Boo Boo kit. Less than 12 lbs for the truck kit. I've been doing this for 30 years, so I've seen some weird injuries. We had a team member get a concussion from a hedgeapple (osage orange) falling out of a tree he was under, then another guy twisted an ankle stepping on another hedgeapple trying to get to the first guy. A couple of years later, we had a member take a tumble down a hill and impaled himself on a tree branch that had been broken off about 8 inches from the trunk. That's when I decided to get the proper training and gear to take care of most things long enough to get them advanced care. You might notice that I didn't list a hemostatic agent like Celox or Quick Clot. I just don't have any at the moment. I'm a fan of Celox Combat Gauze Rapid. Stay away from powders. If a wound requires hemostatics, powder will flow right out of the wound and do nothing. Wound packing with a hemostatic gauze is preferable and applying direct pressure, but hemostatics will leave some nasty scars. Get some basic training and be safe out there! :-)

Oh next time we go out in n the woods, let's do it up! Make a day camp, cook some food and let the bigfoots find us instead of hiking all over the forest looking for them! As long as we can keep the cougar and the bears away. Those 50 bear poop piles might deter me a bit, but what about setting up right off the road? You know where I'm thinking! We could even stay until twilight, with just enough light to get off the mountain before full dark. That would be fun! Let's do it! I'm a good camp cook and I have lots of cast iron cookware.. I got my ghost meter back from Tobe yesterday at Strangebrau, so we can play with that, too. Oh, and I recorded some Thom Powell and Ron Morehead for you to hear. Fun!

I prefer moose or even bison to elk meat, but I'm not too picky. Had these recently with dinner. Grew these pearl oyster mushrooms myself. I love learning how to do new things. Dutch oven cooking is something I would like to learn one of these days, too. And I would like to build a cedar strip canoe.

In this community we all have open minds at various degrees. Personally speaking there are elements to this conundrum that I did not buy into six months ago that I’m suddenly open to. It’s been like that from the beginning for me and seems to be an evolving, fluid thing. While I’m still in the “Flesh & Blood” camp, I’m now reaching into Quantum Physics to explain things that didn’t make since to me before. I don’t want to be a “sucker” either, but I want to know “the truth”. We are all at risk at looking stupid. I think the methods outlined in Sasquatch and Civic Duty offer some solid guidelines that we could follow as a group. Individual testimony will never win this battle, but organizing will… if it’s possible to organize this community. Thanks for your confidence in Show Me Bigfoot. I try to keep it as unbiased as possible and leave my opinion out of it!

My son is "developmentally disabled".........when I was young, it was called "mental retardation". The liberals keep changing the name of the disorder because other "retards" use the designation as a weapon against others. Before "mental retardation" it was "idiot". Before that it was something else. Etc. He has an IQ of about 57. To give you an idea of severity, the U.S. military will not accept anybody with an IQ below 85. He has great difficulty understanding many simple things. Rote behaviors are his mainstay. But, amazingly, he has great strengths. They are mostly what I would call spiritual. He has an incredible ability to discern right from wrong. Of course, if you tried to trick him with discussions of morals, he would get lost, but it would be difficult to get him to actually wrong somebody. And by watching sports on TV, participating in Special Olympics, and going to our minor league ball games, he has almost all sports pretty much covered......in great detail, including the name of the guy who pitched the no hitter in a particular game seven years ago on the other side of the continent. Autism is an interesting thing. I can't even call it a disorder. It's a different plane. I believe Madison understands that sasquatches have a completely different thinking focus than we do. They have no use for even simple mathematics, reading, or the scientific method. But when it comes to living in the Garden of Eden, which is right outside our door ("The Kingdom of God is at hand!"), sasquatches can "do it in the dark" where all of us are pretty much out of our element.

Somebody took a leak there before the sasquatch built his nest on the spot. But it couldn't have been me, because the DNA results would have come back as Neanderthal with a high level of alcohol in the urine.

I love my Esee 4 for general purpose but that is a sweet blade Norseman. Spent time in some slot canyons, the Navajo Reservation and Valley of the Gods this past weekend, places not so suitable for our hairy friend.but here are a few from our last trip to the Book Cliffs. Fairly quiet, only heard some very distant coyotes. Rained a good bit of the night, that combined with snow pack melting on the road made for some sketchy driving conditions. I've not heard of any sightings in the BC but the few ranchers living here would doubtfully submit any reports and the place sees so many fewer people than the Uintas. Camp: Spent a good bit of time with binocs scanning the area below camp. Nada.

Was gonna check springs, but cows are up here in summer pasture. My buddy built me a knife I’ve been packing.

Big pile of Bear poo!

Great info! Thank you! And I would return the favor anytime yer in my neck of the woods bud! This is why I like diesels.

I've had a big grizzly and a big wolf do that exact same thing to me on two different occasions. The wolf really disgusted me. I had been sitting for hours watching a moose gutpile hoping fir another bear to show up (I had already shot a big black bear off that pile). I heard the guys coming to get me in the riverboat, so I started packing my stuff, then stood up. That's when this big wolf stepped out of the tall grass looking at me less than 50' away. He was gorgeous. Then he stepped forward into the grass again and disappeared. He had been waiting for me to leave.

Norseman - Good topic! As you know, I'm a knower. One of the most challenging aspects of dealing with that has been my father's ridicule. For a long time, because of his threats of what he'd do to me, I never told my story a second time. It went .. badly. So, ironically, a few years ago I was visiting him. Some of his friends stopped by and the coffee, cigarettes, and yarns started. He told a story I'd never heard. His dad was one of the surveyors who surveyed the White Pass ski area. Dad, though under age, accompanied grandpa. He said they were heading towards work and he looked out the window through a gap in the trees into a snowy field and there was a big stump or rootwad which "looked exactly like bigfoot would have looked if it existed, which it doesn't." He concluded the story by saying that the "stump" wasn't there on the way back. "Huh". A second piece, ambiguous but intriguing to me, was my great grandfather. That'd be dad's mom's dad. He died when I was 13 or 14. He lived next to us, a few hundred yards up the hill, and I spent a lot of time with him. Grandpa was a very serious man and particularly touchy about his reputation. He'd pulled himself up by his bootstraps and made something of himself putting his siblings through college as well along the way. So why did he have 2 copies of George Haas' Bigfoot Bulletin on the porch essentially inviting people to ridicule him? I suspect he'd seen or experienced something that overrode his cautious protection of his reputation. MIB

I watched both videos from start to finish and what I came away with is that there is no new information of much value... all this for me is just opinions, taken from all kinds of contexts with a lot of unknowable things, hear say, 3rd person Heck I know a lot of grown men who could make the Nephatia (or whatever everyone says its name is) vocals or made an equally impressive interpretation of it. Thats easy stuff... but for me I never had one speak that way in English in my experience...So that vocal while creepy was always the weakest part of it all for me. I was like just uncomfortable with that for whatever reason. Then there is the whole lot of folks who believe they are speaking with them and I recall a medium (if you will) Sasquatch Psychic Kathleen Odom poked her nose in there and made some definitive statements as to communicating with Nephatia) So if the cottage owner is Nephatia then what say her (miss Odom). So what do we have here a circle of scammers and hoax collaborators... or a series of completely independent sorts of ridiculousness? I remember when this sh*t show started to come off the rails and the cottage owners saying they had a falling out but the SSq interactions were legit... At first something personal happened between the parties that we cant know by not having been there. So for me conflating the stories with the owners claims of long (generational) activity along with (even up till some time after the split) they continued to claim it was all legit... blaming like personality dynamics and projection...etc. Its to the point I cant trust anything that comes out of this story from the actual players all the way down to the referees. Its sad really. It really does come down to "I guess ya had to be there" all else is speculation... I had always maintained that TJ was indeed experiencing real things (still think he was and that he believes that he was), and that I had questions as to if his interpretations of what that was is where I always drew a line. Either being hoaxed or the thing all being real all boils down to our Creators eyes I imagine, and wait we must to see all the parts together in all their factual and hopefully review able glory. I believe everyone has a sellout price as our history is filled with characters with whom for one of a plethora of reasons might turn a story (on a contrary), or even because of money,ego,a sacred trust violation, you name it, it could be motive to want to say it was all BS... I dont think all these unknowable facts are quite discernible at this point Ill tell ya the rest just has the aroma of Heironimus cologne, and a bitter kind of obsessive stalker like quality to it.... but if there is any truth to any of it, Im not sure who comes out looking like the fools... I mean what kind of a person would walk someone into such an elaborate maze of psychology , only to make them appear crazy (or the phenomenon) in the end.... Nah Finding Bigfoot did enough for that HAHA Entertainment though. For me at the end of the day there are knowers and there are non knowers , you can be a non knower and open minded and also be closed minded, it doesnt really matter much, but when your a knower those arguments melt away from either attempting to defend or having much viable wisdom... IMHO

I’d disagree, it may have raised the general public awareness level but on a scientific level I’d guess it was detrimental. The practice of going in the woods and beating trees or howling does not seem very scientific to me. I believe scientists would look at them like a bunch of goofballs.

I got out for Sat., Sun., and this morning, camping with a research buddy in a limited access mountain valley less than an hour from my home. Back in April, our campsite there was visited by a Cougar, but all we got in the area this time was a low growl, from the underbrush about 500yds down a trail from the tent at dusk, probably a black bear, as there are lots back in there. After dark, both Sat and Sun night there were a couple of canine type barks that didn't sound like coyote. I saw 1 grouse, young and skinny, a turkey vulture in flight from a vantage point above him, which was great to watch, a nice big raven near our camp, which I only spotted once, but heard often, as well as hearing a barred owl's distinctive call, and another owl with a plain "whoo, whoo" call. Several deadfalls in the nearby timber caught our attention on Sun evening, too. Just being out there for the long weekend, in perfect weather, washed away several weeks of stress and tension.

That's the mental illness side of the coin. Lot of people do not want truth, they want personal validation. They can be the same thing but aren't necessarily so. If you put truth first, validation will come when truth is found, but if you put validation first, truth may never come. MIB

BTW - I've been pondering it a bit. I bet that was a phone insulator. Before the Pacific Crest Trail was designated in '72 we had the Oregon Skyline Trail. It was originally from Mt Hood to Crater Lake. That section was finished in 1920. The rest, connecting to the OR/WA border and OR/CA border, was finished in the 1930s if I remember right. The PCT and OST use 70-80 % of the same route, but not all of it. The O-S-T route was changed a few times over the decades. There was a time when, at least for some locations, a phone line followed the O-S-T connecting fire lookouts back to town ... all pre-dating wilderness designation of course. I've seen those insulators a place or two on the PCT where it uses the same location as the older O-S-T. I betcha that insulator is along an abandoned stretch of the O-S-T. Bet if I had taken more time to look around left and right rather than plowing straight ahead (east) I might have seen more insulators, maybe old blazes on trees. I have been trying to locate the old O-S-T in that area and map it before it is lost. I think that insulator is the loose thread I have not previously been able to find. A sense of excitement / accomplishment is building. The very cool thing is I GPS-ed it. Cramps .. I usually get them in the hamstrings first, then in the sartorius muscle from controlling my leg as I loft them over obstacles. Finally in the quads, usually lower end. Though it is my calves where I get them when I'm sleeping, those seem pretty bullet proof when I'm out hiking. MIB

Last year warm rocks were thrown at our group in Iowa (I have never heard rock clacks that I can recall) Link to audio: https://soundcloud.com/redbone2/091218-1002-and-1004-pm-rocks?fbclid=IwAR1aOPSYftgoE1kEkHlf8kZaujd9TAfd-j0Xkv76bOqMQS301fVNUFsLajY We had several warm rocks thrown. I talked about it here:

All I want to know is how sasquatch in ontario throws his voice and cracks lake ice?

I definitely see the sasquatch in this photo. While he is trying to hide underneath that hat, he isn't as successful as in the other photos where the sasquatch is completely obscured by foliage. This particular critter looks to be one of those extremely rare Scandinavian breeds. I thought they died out @ 1000 years ago.

Most of these people are not woodsmen and they go out into the woods and get freaked out by the natural sounds of the forest. People tell me that Bigfoot mimics coyotes.....🤪 Ummm. I call in and shoot coyotes. They do not all sound the same. Bull elk do not all sound the same. It’s like people find a certain call on YouTube. And then that means every coyote sounds just like it. And when in the woods if they hear a deviation of the call? It’s Bigfoot. No. It’s a different coyote. Wood knocks? Wind. Temperature change. Various natural forces can cause wood knocks. The wood fiber inside of the tree can creak, pop and groan. Hearing a wood knock in the forest does not mean a Bigfoot is knocking against a tree. I’m not saying they do not do it. I’m saying that other forces can account for it. As far as people hearing voices in their heads and think it’s Bigfoot? Well.... I’ll just say there are real mental conditions that can cause that. schizophrenia being the most prominent. I personally find it hard to believe that Bigfoot knows English and has mind speak abilities while living in the forest, poops on the ground and sleeps out in the cold. They should be using their mind speak abilities to figure out when the next food truck is coming by and push a tree down over the road. With that said? Koko knew over 200 signs in sign language. Impressive. I’m not trying to make it sound like Bigfoot should be a complete moron. Hominids are smart. But for a creature living in a forest trying to survive? I think Bigfoot has more pressing matters than sitting around having mental conversations with humans. If you see good fresh tracks in the forest.... not forest divots. If you see the creature itself. I think you can start ascribing traits you see, smell and hear to Bigfoot. I can smell Elk when I get close. I know their there. I see their tracks, I see their scat. But I do not pay attention to forest divots and ancient rubs that do not do me any good.

Before they identified the moths I figured it was picas and other small rodents in the rocks. Joe Beelart theorizes that BF go through rock piles looking for them. Indeed Silver Star Mountain has rock pits that the forest service claims were made by Native American Tribes but the tribes themselves claim no knowledge of the pits or their use. One of my theories about BF are that larger animals like elk and deer are only caught by adult or near adult BF. Perhaps only males. If bears are the model, the males probably don't share very well. Juveniles and females may only get leftovers. So smaller animals that are not as fast as deer may be the prey of juveniles and females. Even primitive human hunters have a pecking order in which prey is shared. Females traditionally have harvested roots and plants. I would guess, and that is just a guess, that the Native American model of food gathering is very similar to BF. Here is a picture of the rock pits on Silverstar. The grave picture was buried in my field notes during that time frame. Without the picture date stamp I am not sure where to look. At that point I was not very good about backing up my pictures. I lost about a third of them when my computer was hacked. The terraces in this picture had me interested for a while. It looked like Mayan agricultural patches in the mountains. But a forum member recalled that the forest Service used heavy equipment to till the slope for replanting after the Yacolt Burn. You can see that some trees are growing in the till lines. This kind of stuff can only be seen from the air. If someone has an area of interest in SW WA that you cannot get to, give me the coordinates and I will check it out for you.

I disagree wholeheartedly. If one was brought to a slab, rubbing science's nose in it, the entire world would sit up and take notice. Having said that, I hope one never makes it there. If you don't think it would mean anything, ask a middle-30s couple if they'd go hiking in the woods with their 7-year old child knowing sasquatches DO exist in the woods. We all know the answer to that.

And yet the Bigfoot community wants answers, right? Science deals in physical evidence. Not plaster casts, stories, photos, video, etc. If it feels too weird to shoot one? Don’t shoot one! But instead of ostracising people who can? Get involved in other ways. Reports, maps, patterns, etc. Kathy Strain is NOT going to shoot one! But she rolls up her sleeves and helps out in other ways. Which I find is commendable. As a hunter I don’t hunt Gorillas, Chimps, Orangs or even Baboons.... if someone paid fer the trip I wouldn’t go. I enjoy primates. My motivation is not fer a trophy or ego or money or fame. It’s fer recognition of the species and it’s protection. We all want the same thing. We only disagree on how to get there.

Everyone goes through iterative processes with this subject matter. The more you learn the more opinions change. Or at least they should. Quantum physics, quantum mechanics, etc will be absolutely impossible to correlate to Bigfoot. That's a fact and as science goes, such a reality will outlive all of us so it is useless to even bring into the conversation (my opinion) Ron Morehead ambitiously used it as a book title but has no qualifications, evidence or even a speck of a convincing argument that has any relevance to quantum theories. I would laugh at Chris Noel's quantum discussion but i can only handle a few seconds worth before I feel a need to go for a jog or bike ride or anything that takes me away from such valueless, absurd, drivel.

Chimp arms.... I’ve seen this before.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckFUhkWtMNA This is the result of some neural network algorithm based on 'looking' at thousands of photos at varying resolutions and 'learning' to pick out relevant details, sharpening the image. Obviously this isn't truly adding resolution, but here's a comment from the creator: Pretty remarkable if you ask me, sure some of the details will be artifacts, but it definitely gives a better impression overall and shows some musculature movement and rippling more clearly. Thoughts?

Great thread. My daughter has found foot prints and heard interesting howls. She lives near the Patterson film site. . A former co-worker now deceased told me of his sighting in the forests of North Florida by a river. When I told him he was obviously mistaken . He got angry and red faced. Told me Buddy boy I know what I saw . Foot prints and the subject was about 50 feet from him and crossed the shallow portion of the river and went into the woods. This occurred in the 1960s. One other person told me of an encounter that his uncle had in the same area and the same time period. My grandmother was born in 1899 and told me that the creature was observed by her and her siblings on their dense wooded property when she was a child in the early 1900s.. Her older sister confirmed the story when I asked her separately.

Norseman Is this the best way you can respond. Other then trying to be productive and try to come up with some type of explanation other then posting pictures of high heels and hoofs. Crap I still am a believer that they are flesh and blood and that they are not shape shifters or that they go through portals like what Dr. J seems to believe. If they had those super powers then they would not be out there killing deer and ripping their legs off to eat. I know how this forum operates. Heck I have been on here for years and have been ripped apart by the best of you. But guess what I am still here and yes I guess you all must be tired of me spewing out the same ol stuff about these creatures. What can I say I am die hard on what I have experience with these creatures through out my years. I have come close to pulling the trigger on these guys but the damn things never gave me a chance. Not sure they will ever and The fact is I do not care..One thing I can say is that I sure am happier then those who have been looking for these creatures all their lives . What is worst is that I really do not feel bad about it. I never looked for the money nor did I ever looked for the stardom that comes with it. I am not running around the country speaking to people and my conscious is clear. Just very happy to be on a forum like this. Fantastic people and I know that some day I wish to meet people like Gover Krantz ,Dr. Berdangle and my favorite Dr. Meldrum who I once had a chance here in Michigan but missed him. I did talk to Cliff and thought that he was a great person. Hope to talk to him again and even hike with him here in Michigan. My health is not that great either and I have not been out into the woods which does help with my PTSD since the woods seems to be like my place of solitude like the artic is for superman. What I can say is that I have tried to help people and this is what makes me feel good. What else is that has help me is that I have learned a lot. The help has always came from those who have criticize me the most. I have learned the most from those. But when I am out in those woods with them I am in a different world that most people will never understand unless they walk in my shoes.. It is a silent world and one that one needs to tune into to understand it. It is the way all the animals communicate. Only when you are sitting out there on your own that you get to understand when that sun comes up. My favorite time on my own is when the owls the start the day off. It is that time when you get that one owl that just does not sound like an owl and everything just goes silent. That when you feel that you no longer feel alone. Your hairs starts to stand up end on your arms and your neck. It just feels funny around you. Like a charge in the air and you start to get that faint smell. I am just going to stop here since what's the sense since you are just going to do the usual. But I have to live with these thoughts that I have experienced. Now I have to miss those experiences. So my release is here. It would of been different if I never had no encounters but I cannot change what happen to me. So thank you for letting me share.

The follow up to this habituation situation is interesting. My contact was the daughter of the land owner I met on another BF Forum. She would often go visit her fathers rural place in Washington State where the tribe of BF lived year round. The BF knew her and would often show themselves from a distance. She decided that she could bring an interested friend to the property to give them the opportunity to see the BF. When she did, not only did the BF not show to the visitor but since then they would not show themselves to the daughter. It had been several years since my last contact with the daughter and they still had not resumed showing themselves. She apparently broke some trust with the tribe of BF. That sort of behavior smacks of near or human like intellect to me. Crime and retribution is not an animal behavior.

Wait, what? I feel so inadequate that I've missed this revealing tidbit. Holy cow, in my view, this changes EVERYTHING. Gosh, as I consider further, couldn't a savvy researcher capture such an abused bunny and collect fecal DNA material? The inquiring mind explodes.

As an early childhood educator, I have a couple of children in the autism spectrum at my school and the differences in how they live in the world ranges from trivial to dramatic, but it's always present. I watch one of my two year olds and just wonder how his little mind works. What also fascinating me is that his classmates (all 2 year olds) know that he is different, and they are so gentle with him. They realize that this kiddo just doesn't understand the classroom rules. Two year olds know all about ruls, even if they insist the rules don't apply to themselves, lol! For instance, when we line up to go to the lunchroom, we stand on numbers. Each child seems to have the number that they like and God help the child who wants to stand anywhere else, it distressed everyone. Not one of thecares es that child X is wandering around and, for his part, Child X has no idea that the numbers are for standing on. He does however, sing the Stand In Line song while the other kids as they do it! He sings pitch perfect - at two years old! - also. He's amazing. It's like watching whole other varieties of intelligence at work. It always makes me wonder how sasquatch think, which intelligences they utilize in their lives. Every good educator should be somewhat knowledgeable about the different types of intelligences - kinetic, emotional, spatial etc. It makes sense to me that bigfoots prioritize and use different intelligences than us, and that a similar-to-autism way of thinking would benefit them in their solo/small family unit s in the wild.

I would not keep all of my eggs in one basket. (Id have body parts spread out and hidden) I’d call the press. I’d drive to the local university biology dept. and do a reveal there. It would need to be spontaneous and quick. Not something you planned for two months. The Denisovans genome was cracked with a single bone that resides in the finger. They do not need much material.

Happy Monday....blah, blah. Had some great hikes this weekend, been having lots of rain, VERY usual for June in Texas, but loving the cooler temps, running creeks, and the prints being left behind. First is a nice print with some toe definition. The others are interesting in that they are underwater.......I was hiking one of the bigger creeks, and to the left of the waterfall shown, there is a small pool where these Sardine sized fish (3-4 inches) were collecting, maybe to get up the falls? Anyway, at least 2 different sizes of prints, Daddy & Junior which I find all the time....tracks were everywhere, and in a random pattern that would lead me to believe they were after the fish, no sign of dead fish or parts thereof anywhere on the shoreline or surrounding area, very cool thing to run across!

I'm not sure if this will interest anyone or not, but there were a few pages of C.G. Jung I was reading yesterday that I found highly relevant to the (original) topic of this thread that I thought I'd share, a little food for thought or discussion: During my first years at the university I made the discovery that while science opened the door to enormous quantities of knowledge, it provided genuine insights very sparingly, and these in the main were of a specialized nature. I knew from my philosophical reading that the existence of the psyche was responsible for this situation. Without the psyche there would be neither knowledge nor insight. Yet nothing was ever said about the psyche. Everywhere it was tacitly taken for granted, and even when someone mentioned it-as did C. G. Cams, for example-there was no real knowledge of it but only philosophical speculation which might just as easily take one turn as another. I could make neither head nor tail of this curious observation. At the end of my second semester, however, I made another discovery, which was to have great consequences. In the library of a classmate's father I came upon a small book on spiritualistic phenomena, dating from the seventies. It was an account of beginnings of spiritualism, and was written by a theologian. My initial doubts were quickly dissipated, for I could not help seeing that the phenomena described in the book were in principle much the same as the stories I had heard again and again in the country since my earliest childhood. The material, without a doubt, was authentic. But the great question of whether these stories were physically true was not answered to my satisfaction. Nevertheless, it could be established that at all times and all over the world the same stories had been reported again and again. There must be some reason for this, and it could not possibly have been the predominance of the same religious conceptions everywhere, for that was obviously not the case. Rather it must be connected with the objective behavior of the human psyche. But with regard to this cardinal question-the objective nature of the psyche-l could find out absolutely nothing, except what the philosophers said. The observations of the spiritualists, weird and questionable as they seemed to me, were the first accounts I had seen of objective psychic phenomena. Names like Zoellner and Crookes impressed themselves on me, and I read virtually the whole of the literature available to me at the time. Naturally I also spoke of these matters to my comrades, who to my great astonishment reacted with derision and disbelief or with anxious defensiveness. I wondered at the sureness with which they could assert that things like ghosts and table-turning were impossible and therefore fraudulent, and on the other hand at the evidently anxious nature of their defensiveness. I, too, was not certain of the absolute reliability of the reports, but why, after all, should there not be ghosts? How did we know that something was "impossible"? And, above all, what did the anxiety signify? For myself I found such possibilities extremely interesting and attractive. They added another dimension to my life; the world gained depth and background. Could, for example, dreams have anything to do with ghosts? Kant's Dreams of a Spirit Seer came just at the right moment, and soon I also discovered Karl Duprel, who had evaluated these ideas philosophically and psychologically. I dug up Eschenmayer, Passavant, Justinus Kerner, and Gorres, and read seven volumes of Swedenborg. My mother ... sympathized wholeheartedly with my enthusiasm, but everyone else I knew was distinctly discouraging. Hitherto I had encountered only the brick wall of traditional views, but now I came up against the steel of people's prejudice and their utter incapacity to admit unconventional possibilities. I found this even with my closest friends. To them all this was far worse than my preoccupation with theology. I had the feeling that I had pushed to the brink of the world; what was of burning interest to me was null and void for others, I and even a cause for dread. Dread of what? I could find no explanation for this. After all, there was nothing preposterous or world-shaking in the idea that there might be events which overstepped the limited categories of space, time, and causality. Animals were known to sense beforehand storms and earthquakes. There were dreams which foresaw the death of certain persons, clocks which stopped at the moment of death, glasses which shattered at the critical moment. All these things had been taken for granted in the world of my childhood. And now I was apparently the only person who had ever heard of them. In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into. Plainly the urban world knew nothing about the country world, the real world of mountains, woods, and rivers, of animals and "God's thoughts" (plants and crystals). I found this explanation comforting. At all events, it bolstered my self-esteem, for I realized that for all its wealth of learning the urban world was mentally rather limited. This insight proved dangerous, because it tricked me into fits of superiority, misplaced criticism, and aggressiveness, which got me deservedly disliked. This eventually brought back all the old doubts, inferiority feelings, and depressions-a vicious circle I was resolved to break at all costs. No longer would I stand outside the world, enjoying the dubious reputation of a freak. ... Among my friends and acquaintances I knew of only two who openly declared themselves adherents of Nietzsche. ... The rest of my friends were not so much dumfounded by the phenomenon of Zarathustra as simply immune to its appeal. Just as Faust had opened a door for me, Zarathustra slammed one shut, and it remained shut for a long time to come. I felt like the old peasant who discovered that two of his cows had evidently been bewitched and had got their heads in the same halter. "How did that happen?" asked his small son. "Boy, one doesn't talk about such things," replied his father. I realized that one gets nowhere unless one talks to people about the things they know. The naive person does not appreciate what an insult it is to talk to one's fellows about anything that is unknown to them. They pardon such ruthless behavior only in a writer, journalist, or poet. I came to see that a new idea, or even just an unusual aspect of an old one, can be communicated only by facts. Facts remain and cannot be brushed aside; sooner or later someone will come upon them and know what he has found. I realized that I talked only for want of something better, that I ought to be offering facts, and these I lacked entirely. I had nothing concrete in my hands. More than ever I found myself driven toward empiricism. I began to blame the philosophers for rattling away when experience was lacking, and holding their tongues when they ought to have been answering with facts. In this respect they all seemed like watered-down theologians. I felt that at some time or other I had passed through the valley of diamonds, but I could convince no one-not even myself, when I looked at them more closely-that the specimens I had brought back were not mere pieces of gravel.

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Hiflier, I think that you should branch out with road crossings in the international genre. With all the dash cams in Russia, Almas should have their own reality show by now. Coming to a dash cam near you: "Almas and the roads less traveled", season one. Da. On the other hand, if you have watched Russian dash cams, Alamas might be avoiding roads like the plague. Maybe 50--50 chance of Almas road crossings.

Good one ..I shall now remove my big foot from my mouth . Pun intended.😊

My wife had me buy her a bow. She practiced with it in the back yard on a foam deer. She wasn’t the best shot. She shot the legs off of the target and it fell over and I had to stand it back up and fix it. She went hunting at a couple of blinds I had set up for her. But I was in the oilfield mostly then, so my son went with her. He basically said that deer came and went but she never drew back on anything. It’s legal to shoot a doe here in archery season. But she simply could not bring herself to kill anything. She said she wanted a bear. So I took her bear hunting and I blew on a rabbit call from one side of the county to the other. I eventually called in a big black bear for her. And she acted stuptified that I had called in the bear. Later she admitted that she thought the rabbit call sounded ridiculous and would never work. She had a bad back then and was slow getting out of the rig so I gave her a pass. But now I think she was hoping it would just run off. And it did... It’s like pushing a wet noodle. Kinda like me and washing dishes or laundry.