Bf "escorting" People Out Of An Area

[Guest]

This escorting people out, by intimidation, I have heard over and over in dozens of stories, so yeah, I believe it happens "100%".

 

Just like the PG film is authentic...

[Guest ChasingRabbits]

 

If some guy came onto my property and I had the ability to spook him off I certainly would.

 

 

Especially if that guy came at night and played a looped recording of a baby crying!

[bipedalist]

I don't think any of the apes "stash" their babies?  

 

They wouldn't have got the good footage of the guy in the suit if he hadn't walked where he did.  Perfect travel route for posing.  Most wild things would have bolted 90 degrees as you say.

 

t.

 

Unfortunately, most wild things is not Bigfoot.  Bob "Action" Jackson watched a Saquatch strategically escape and evade him and his horse by zigzagging down hill away from him, terrain advantage and momentum  downhill sure, but why it went tree to tree not straight shot evasion like you would think a wild ape might do, is key..  Another incident with William Dranginis witnessed by two FBI agents had the Sasquatch strategically lifting off or kicking off the base of a large tree to change direction seeking cover and speed.  

Edited March 31, 2015 by bipedalist

[SWWASAS]

I theorize they spend more time up in trees and down on all fours than we think they do. Especially when they are young. Parents probably encourage it because unless they fall they are safer up there in trees than on the ground with all the predators. And using trees to change direction or manage difficult terrain would become second nature. At some point, when they become adult, their weight becomes problematic for being in trees. Evergreen trees, even very large ones, unlike leafy trees, do not develop large limbs. So at some point the weight of an adult BF in a tree becomes dangerous due to chance of limb breakage. We see indirect evidence of that when they take to the trees and rock them down during intimidation behavior. While doing that they are off the ground and out of reach, but a tree rocking back and forth and making huge wood breaking sounds, as limbs break, is quite intimidating. Perhaps taking to the trees when they feel threatened becomes instinctive due to their youth experience and training?

Edited March 31, 2015 by SWWASASQUATCHPROJECT

[norseman]

Something that spends a good portion of it's life quadrupedal and living in trees? Sounds a heck of a more like an ape than a human.

[Sasfooty]

Squirrels & racoons do too, but they don't seem like apes......

[norseman]

They don't seem like humans either............good golly miss Molly.

[Terry]

Probably the only ones who would be intimidated by trees falling are those with bf on the brain.  The other 99.9 % of people would think, hmm, a tree fell, neat!  Thus it wouldn't be an effective intimidation strategy because most wouldn't pay attention.  

 

t.

Edited March 31, 2015 by Terry

[SWWASAS]

Probably the only ones who would be intimidated are those with bf on the brain.  The other 99.9 % of people would think, hmm, a tree fell, neat!  Thus it wouldn't be an effective intimidation strategy because most wouldn't pay attention.  

 

t.

Earth calling Terry! People have seen trees rocking back and forth when this is going on. Trees fall naturally in a particular direction, they do not rock back and forth before falling. Rocking by it's very nature takes directed energy that alternates direction or a changing amount of applied force in one direction.

Edited March 31, 2015 by SWWASASQUATCHPROJECT

[Terry]

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I was talking about falling so I edited my post.  Sorry for the confusion.  Rocking?  Well, the only time I've seen a tree moving like that there was an animal in it.  For those that tell us they have watched an unknown to science, 8 foot, hairy man like beast at the base of a tree and rocking it back and forth to intimidate them, well, I guess we just have to take their word for it.  :-)

 

t.

[SWWASAS]

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I was talking about falling so I edited my post.  Sorry for the confusion.  Rocking?  Well, the only time I've seen a tree moving like that there was an animal in it.  For those that tell us they have watched an unknown to science, 8 foot, hairy man like beast at the base of a tree and rocking it back and forth to intimidate them, well, I guess we just have to take their word for it.  :-)

 

t.

You imply that we should not believe those that observed that? Why would they make up that story which is pretty mundane and typical of a creature in a tree like a bear, when they could just as well have made up a story where they had a face to face conversation with a family of BF in English who then dematerialized and were beamed up into their UFO? Why make up such an ordinary story when you could come up with a doozy that is a lot more interesting? The more mundane, ordinary, and unspectacular a story the more I tend to give it credence. But hey, that is just me.

Edited March 31, 2015 by SWWASASQUATCHPROJECT

[SWWASAS]

Something that spends a good portion of it's life quadrupedal and living in trees? Sounds a heck of a more like an ape than a human.

Could be, I don't really know one way or the other. Certainly having experienced chest beating to intimidate, and an adult dropping into a crouch to avoid being seen, one would be inclined to think more ape than human. One way or the other they seem pretty smart.

[Terry]

You imply that we should not believe those that observed that? Why would they make up that story which is pretty mundane and typical of a creature in a tree like a bear, when they could just as well have made up a story where they had a face to face conversation with a family of BF in English who then dematerialized and were beamed up into their UFO? Why make up such an ordinary story when you could come up with a doozy that is a lot more interesting? The more mundane, ordinary, and unspectacular a story the more I tend to give it credence. But hey, that is just me.

 

Do I believe someone I don't know who posts such an observation on line?  No!  Someone who I know personally or admire?  Maybe!  Someone I know intimately?  Probably!

 

I also wouldn't take the lack of a fancy observation as meaning it's the truth.  I know what you mean though and it's a tough one.  I suppose I'm one of those guys who finds in difficult to believe in the extraordinary and who requires personal proof.  It's all good though!

 

t.

Edited March 31, 2015 by Terry

[SWWASAS]

Fair enough. Sadly there are a lot of couples where one of them has had an encounter and the other refuses to believe it. That cannot be good sign in their relationship.

[Branco]

At times I and other have been escorted into areas with absolutely no aggression displayed by the BF. There have been numerous reports of BF that have routinely escorted people - particularly women and children - walking from their home to a destination and back again. (One such report from NW AL in which a woman and her daughter were routinely escorted through the woods to and from their home to the eldest daughter's home is posted in the Some Field Reports  thread on the forum.)

 

In a very rural part of Jackson County, WV several years ago neighborhood women who walked a mile or so on a gravel road to church and back three times a week were escorted by one or more BF, night or day. It became such a routine that the BF walked in the wood line just off the road and they could be seen at times crossing openings in the woods. One of the older women was Cherokee and convinced the others that the BF meant them no harm and would protect them from other animals. (Other members of the church saw the BF as well, usually during night services when the BF walked close to the windows when the choir was singing.)

 

Three years ago a couple of young bow hunters were escorted back to camp from their hunting area in the Ouachita Mountains in AR. That night one of the men's tent was peppered on one side by small objects so much that he moved his tent a few yards the next day. (He thought that acorns were falling off the tree above the tent and bouncing off the exposed rocks at the site and striking the sides of the tent.) A little after noon on the day that he moved his tent, another man - another BF nut - and I drove to their camp just to talk to the four hunters. The camp was located in a remote area on a rough, non-maintained NF road and was less than a crow-mile from a mountain top that was a known bedding area for a small group of BF. When we arrived, the two young men who had been escorted back to camp were sitting on the tailgate of a pickup. One of the men's father and a younger son were sitting in chairs nearby. (The four had set up the camp on Friday, hunted Saturday; we were there Sunday afternoon.)

 

After BS'ing, talking & joking with the four a while, I casually asked if they had seen or heard anything unusual around camp. No one spoke, but the father and his youngest son began staring at the two young men sitting on the tailgate. One of them turned and looked directly at the other one. That one just dropped his head and grinned. I was standing just a step away from that one. After a few seconds, I made a half step and kicked the sole of his boot, and said laughingly, “OK man, spit it out, what happened!†(I’m an old man so, I can do things like that and get away with it. J.) He turned and looked at his father. His father told him, “Tell the man; he wants to know!â€

 

That’s when he described how the two and been walking back to camp at near dark and he kept hearing something walking alongside them – nearest to him - but just out of sight. He told the other young man about it, and they stopped to listen. They had been hunting down the ridge from their camp in a hollow that passed the foot of the BF “bedding mountainâ€, but they knew nothing about BF. The timber and underbrush was thicker where they were walking, but opened up under big timber a few hundred yards closer to the camp. They neither saw nor heard anything while stopped. As they began walking again, the young man nearest the “stalker†caught a brief glimpse of a very large, dark form moving in the thickets a few hundred feet from him. The other man did not see it, but did hear its movements. He then told about his tent being “peppered†after he went to bed that night. All the campers were made aware of the pair being followed, and also heard the objects hitting the wall of his tent.

 

As we were listening to their accounts of both incidents, I was looking around the camp. It was in a “low-gap flat†in the ridge, and surrounded by large hardwood and pine trees with hardly any understory brush. I noticed that the campsite was actually on an old logging road that wound down the opposite side of the ridge from the side that the men had been hunting. I also noticed that the NFS had blocked the old road just a few yards from the camp with a dirt/rock berm to prevent usage of the road by vehicles. The berm was about three feet high and about six foot wide at the base. I could see that the berm was closer to the original location of the young man’s tent than the other tent and camper trailer. During a lull in the conversation, I asked my partner to stay in place while I looked around a little. When I walked carefully to the east end of the berm I saw big feet impressions in the duff. I turned and asked if any of the hunters had walked around the back side of the berm. They said none of them had walked there. I then saw that something had been standing behind a large pine tree that was located about three yards from the berm and there were foot impressions from the tree to the back side of the berm. When I stepped carefully behind the berm I could clearly see the imprint of the large but human-like knuckle and heel of a left hand buried in the duff and into the upper part of the berm underneath it. About four feet to the right in the lower part of the berm, there was a impression in the duff and berm of a large knee. It was obvious a lot of weight had been applied by that knee. Nearly straight up the side of the berm, and just a foot or so from the top, there was a saucer-sized area where the duff had been raked off the surface and the berm had been dug into by two large fingers to expose the small pebble-sized bits of broken sandstone that had been segregated from the large rocks when the berm was pushed up by a bladed machine.

 

I called the others (watching from near the original tent site) and carefully pointed out what was just described. They were a little shocked about what they saw. As they looked, I stepped back to the original tent site, and clearly saw – and pointed out to the others – a lot of small pebbles on top of the duff that would have been beside the wall of the tent facing the berm.

 

The very interesting point for me was the fact that the pebbles had been thrown for hours according to the campers, yet the “thrower†had either stayed in the same position on the berm or it could have stayed a while throwing and then gathered a handful of pebbles to throw from behind the pine tree, or elsewhere, although no sandstone pebbles were seen on the duff anywhere close to the camp.

 

More to our experiences at dark that Sunday evening after I played some recorded BF sounds – with the hunters’ permission – as they were leaving their bow stands. Not related to “BF escorting folks†though.