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What Sparked Your Interest in the PGF?


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My interest has much to do with this:

 

Rog and Bob rode out that day. They filmed a Bigfoot and created a furvour. They took a building interest in yeti  and put turned into pop culture.

 

It all grew from there. 

 

No I don't view this as a serious real creature.

 

Yes, I laugh at those who think it's real. I still respect the guy who created the illusion.

 

Y'all can have your sightings and your stories, but they hinge directly on the PGF.

 

It all amounts to this image and affect

 

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All these cultural references without an actual Bigfoot makes Bigfoot pop culture.

 

It's fake but it's still fun!!

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On ‎2018‎-‎05‎-‎12 at 9:10 PM, Twist said:

We do not even have a single case of BF actually harming a human, how do we jump to clans killing anyone ?  

 

Twist,

 

We have the Bauman story told by President Theodore Roosevelt, told in his book The Wilderness Hunter. It would seem Roosevelt himself while huntin' in Washington heard very strange sounds that he didn't recognize, an he was a avid hunter. 

 

 "Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type. But I once listened to a goblin-story, which rather impressed me.

A grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman who, born and had passed all of his life on the Frontier, told it the story to me. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore. So that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the specters, [spirits, ghosts & apparitions] the formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk. It may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.

When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beavers. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighted very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.

There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountains slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.

They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, "Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs."

Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the under wood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.

After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook. The footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.

The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet it did not venture near the fire. In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were the more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was necessary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and this they started out to do. All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.

At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs.

On reaching the pond Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into a beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried toward camp, under the tall trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighted on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the straight trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness which, when there is no breeze, always broods over these somber primeval forests. At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.

Near it lay the packs wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat. The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, which must have been lurking in the woods, waiting for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking with long noiseless steps and seemingly still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its fore paws, while it buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.

Bauman, utterly unnerved and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond reach of pursuit."

 

Pat...


''There is no such thing as a real chance to see one. They do not exist. " -dmaker

 

"It's fake but it's still fun!!"   -Squatchy McSquatch

 

Our two resident scoftics...still addin' to the conversation in typical fashion.  

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^ That's a good post relaying an interesting (and very creepy) story relayed by a well respected, former President of the United States who overcame significant obstacles to become influential.   Thanks, Pat.

 

In stark contrast to that, are the two posts above from McSquatch which are frankly, childish and stupid.  We need a new topic here, imo.  This one turned into dust.

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1 hour ago, xspider1 said:

 

In stark contrast to that, are the two posts above from McSquatch which are frankly, childish and stupid.  We need a new topic here, imo.  This one turned into dust.

 

 

The off-topic conversation isn't, or shouldn't be, preventing anybody from contributing to the topic of the thread, xspider. 

 

It's a good topic of conversation.....and has nothing whatsoever to do with Squatchy's thoughts on the subject.  :) 

 

 

3 hours ago, PBeaton said:

 

Our two resident scoftics...still addin' to the conversation in typical fashion.  

 

 

And still being 'danced with', Pat.  :nono:   

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Pat. Thanks for the reminder. I read a book about the president's encounter and Baumans. I found it very interesting. 

 

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8 hours ago, SweatyYeti said:

And still being 'danced with', Pat.  :nono:   

 

SweatyYeti,

 

haha ! Go back to pg 10 of this thread to your dmaker "I don't care" dance...you still don't have him on ignore. 

 

Like I said, I'll still be callin' out there BS, an pointin' out there disrespect of the members of this forum an the forum itself with comments like...

 

  ''There is no such thing as a real chance to see one. They do not exist." -dmaker   an   "It's fake but it's still fun!!" -Squatchy McSquatch

 

Pat...

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6 hours ago, PBeaton said:

 

SweatyYeti,

 

haha ! Go back to pg 10 of this thread to your dmaker "I don't care" dance...you still don't have him on ignore. 

 

Like I said, I'll still be callin' out there BS, an pointin' out there disrespect of the members of this forum an the forum itself with comments like...

 

  ''There is no such thing as a real chance to see one. They do not exist." -dmaker   an   "It's fake but it's still fun!!" -Squatchy McSquatch

 

Pat...

:drinks:

 

 

Sure, Pat....you got me 'dead to rights' there. :drinks:  

 

I haven't put dmaker on 'Ignore' yet, because his posts aren't as irritating/offensive...or as outright idiotic....as some of the others'. His worthless statements can be fun to work with.....(as in the "I don't really care....I really don't care.....Really, I don't care" compilation). 

 

Btw, don't forget to watch the Stanley Cup playoffs... ;)  

 

I'm pulling for Vegas, now. It'd be cool to see a first-year team win the Championship!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

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^^

(sorry to be briefly off topic)

Sweaty, who would ever thought an expansion team would even be in their conference finals in their first year; even if the expansion rules for Vegas were more generous than they were for previous expansion teams.

In the Wash/Tampa series, the way I'm seeing it, if lightning doesn't strike twice in Washington, Ovechkin will finally get his chance at a Cup. 

 

Now, back to Bigfoot and the PGF.

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1 hour ago, OkieFoot said:

^^

(sorry to be briefly off topic)

 

 

No need to apologize for going 'off topic', Okie. There's nothing wrong with doing so.  :)  

 

I personally think that that is a better fate for a discussion, than staying on-topic with a scoffer, and/or a troll.  

 

 

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Sweaty, who would ever thought an expansion team would even be in their conference finals in their first year; even if the expansion rules for Vegas were more generous than they were for previous expansion teams.

 

 

 

I think nobody would have thought that, Okie. ;)  

 

The Knights are just playing fantastic, high intensity hockey! 

 

 

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In the Wash/Tampa series, the way I'm seeing it, if lightning doesn't strike twice in Washington, Ovechkin will finally get his chance at a Cup. 

 

 

Well put. :) 

 

I'd like to see the Caps, and "The Mad Russian" win...in that series. 

 

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It's a joke. Bigfoot is a joke. The participants of this thread, the proponents at least, represent a small minority of people that are arguing something that the rest of the world has closed the book on. 

You really need to understand this simple fact: No one cares about the PGF. As far as the rest of the world goes, it's a done deal. It's a hoax. That you continue to waste your life trying to animate something that no one gives two whits about should tell you something. 

Give it up.Get a life already. The PGF is a hoax.  That you will go to your grave fighting for this makes me very sad. You will never be vindicated. Bigfoot will never be proven, and you will have wasted so much of your life on this. I don't even know how to best express this. Stop wasting your life on something that does not exist. I can guarantee every last one of you , proponents, that you will breathe your last breath without bigfoot being proven. I guarantee you that. That you choose to continue arguing otherwise is your prerogative, but at some point you have to realize, there is no bigfoot. I mean you can kid yourself, and argue about what goes bump in the night, but at some point, you have to acknowledge it's all just a game.

Look at BH. A self styled Bigfoot Hunter who has never, ever, managed to find even one bigfoot. In how many years? Seriously? Not a single one. 

Does that not tell you something? How proponents can still cling to this myth is mind boggling. But I'm done. Have at it. Enjoy your adult pretend game. Who cares? Have fun.

I'm done trying to point the way. 

 

Later -dmaker

 

"You are done with it?  really??  Somehow I doubt that.." -xspider1

 

"Yeah, I'm done.You won't see me ever again. " -dmaker   

 

Like I said...same ol' typical fashion. Still tryin' ta tell a bigfoot forum there's no bigfoot yada yada, ya...we get it already.  

 

Pat...

 

ps: SweatyYeti, Go Jets ! :drinks: 

 

 

 

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^ We haven't seen the convincing Bigfoot costume that you promised, ever.  So, the score seems to be: PGf 1, McSquatch 0, game over (and, that's being generous.)  Your comments on your own thread are the worst and weakest comments.  That's the first time I've ever seen that happen.  :wacko:

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^ His recreation attempt seems to have fallen apart like his garage or shed or whatever...probably just full of...it... haha ! ;);) 

See the source image

 

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