What Do You Know You Haven't Told Us?

[gigantor]

WOW JDL, you've had seven different sightings in six different locations!

What's your secret, do share.

[BobbyO]

WOW JDL, you've had seven different sightings in six different locations!

What's your secret, do share.

Edit : Why bother..

Edited October 6, 2011 by BobbyO

[Guest]

JDL, please can i carry your rucksack on your next trip?

[JDL]

WOW JDL, you've had seven different sightings in six different locations!

What's your secret, do share.

My Dad was a geologist. We were out in the desert, or the mountains, every weekend. We camped in the Sierras almost constantly from the time the snow had melted enough to get in and out, to the time it began to fall. We rockhounded, hunted for artifacts, panned gold, fished, and generally explored any spot that didn't have a bunch of people moving through it. If an area could be reached without four wheel drive in low gear, it wasn't worth going to, from his perspective. The places he favored were the places you found the fewest other people.

All but the last two encounters were from '69 to '76. Lemmon Valley, Nevada was far more sparseley populated then, and at that time was also the closest travel corridor west of Reno that a bigfoot could use to bypass the "Biggest Little City" with reasonable security.

Peavine Mountain '70: The south end of the bypass corridor.

The Floor of Lemmon Valley '72: The bypass corridor. The encounter on the floor of the valley was at a dry wash left by hydraulic mining of Peavine Mountain's north face. There were two such draws that extended for miles up the length of the valley. They were seven to ten feet deep, ten feet wide, and lined at the top with bigger and thicker than average sagebrush. They were the closest thing to a bigfoot HOV lane you could find.

The East Ridge of Lemmon Valley '72-'76: Lots of little hills surrounding a small community. One of the only potable open water sources for miles. better vegetation in an arid environment due to the water. More jackrabbits, quail, reptiles, and other small game than you would otherwise find due to both the available water and better vegetation. Water, food, and concealment along a safe travel corridor. What's not to like as a rest stop from the bigfoot perspective, particularly when the corridor moving north from there became less hospitable with regard to food and water.

Northwest of Pyramid Lake '76: The north end of the travel corridor. Less hospitable, but in a direct line from Peavine Mountain to the Pah-Rum Mountain cluster with multiple areas of closely spaced concealing ridges interspersed with eroded flats. A place to get through fast from the bigfoot perspective with decent concealment.

The series of small lakes in Nevada County, California '69-'74: One of a couple of dozen places we camped over the years and the only place we had encounters while camping. First time in we had to spend an afternoon removing deadfall from the old jeep trail. A nice, comparatively lush, cluster of small lakes and interspersed hills (relative to the surrounding terrain) a hundred feet below the treeline. Isolation, shelter, food, water. Of all the places we camped, we loved it best, and apparently bigfoot valued the same aspects.

Fort Lewis, Washington, August '83: Given the four and a half years I spent running around in the dark at night there, I'm amazed I didn't have more than the one Class B encounter. That night I was commander of the post guard. Two privates alone at a guard post were heating C Rations. And something apparently loved the smell of the Ham Slices in "Juice" (I've got to say they were pretty good when you were ravenous and the "juice" was warm enough to be liquid). It approached and aggressively vocalized for fifteen minutes or so, trying to persuade them to run away and leave the food behind. When my driver and I arrived to check the post, it vacated.

The Roadside Sighting in Pennsylvania '08: Hundreds of thousands of miles of driving over the course of over thirty years, much of it late at night. I'd have missed it completely except that my attention was drawn to the two brightest red reflectors I had ever seen on the road. They appeared to be mounted on the upper left of a standard green highway sign. I wanted to get a closer look at them as I drove by so I could see what they were being used for, get an understanding of why they weren't being used more commonly, and an idea if they were molded plastic, or an adhesive film of some sort (this is the kind of thing that interests chemical engineers who are always looking for new ways to use new things). Instead of passing the car ahead of me in the right lane, I slowed down to get a better look. As the car ahead of me came adjacent to the reflectors it suddenly swerved out of control into the left lane, then back into the right, braked for a second then sped up. I noted this, and as I got within twenty feet of the reflectors, looking carefully at them, I realized that they were eyes set in a large head topping an eight foot tall dark humanoid frame. Just below the head I could see the fingers of one hand grasping the sign as it peeked around it. I could also see it from the waist down behind the two posts supporting the sign. My first thought was that someone had put a two dimensional silhouette behind the sign as a joke or an ad, but as I passed it, its head turned to follow me and I could clearly see its full body.

So it boils down to this.

1. As a kid I lived in a community with one of the only available water sources in a travel corridor and spent a significant amount of time exploring the surrounding valley and hills myself.

2. We had encounters at one place out of the many at which we camped in the Sierras, but we camped there most.

3. I had one Class B encounter at Fort Lewis in four and a half years of sleeping on the ground in the middle of the night in the middle of the woods. This was seven years after my last encounter in Nevada/California.

4. In over thirty years of traveling, I had one roadside sighting twenty-five years after Fort Lewis.

I'll share one more observation. Bigfoot generally have a good reason for being where they are. You can improve your chances of an encounter by understanding this and placing yourself near a resource they need, or within a travel corridor they use.

Edited October 6, 2011 by JDL

[BobbyO]

Great Post & thanks for sharing JDL, but Gigantor wasn't being serious, in fact he was insinuating in a round about way that you were lying, without actually saying it of course as that's not allowed..

Like i say though, i am thankful for what you passed on..

Edited October 6, 2011 by BobbyO

[Guest]

Uh, yeah, bobbyo. Pretty interesting JDL. Gaw. Lucky! My dad is a geologist, too, but constantly stopping at road-cuts (look at that anticline) was about as far as he took us kids into the wilderness. Though he had some adventures without the seven of us.

[Guest]

Awesome accounts JDL, thank you for sharing!

[BeachFoot]

They don't surf.

[gigantor]

Thanks JDL for sharing your stories.

Great Post & thanks for sharing JDL, but Gigantor wasn't being serious, in fact he was insinuating in a round about way that you were lying, without actually saying it of course as that's not allowed..

Not at all BobbyO, I'm truly impressed with someone who's had so many sightings.

I thought maybe JDL had developed a technique to find and observe BF, especially since the events occurred at different locations. You know how unlike that is, so that would be awesome, a repeatable technique. But thanks to his info, I now realize it was just good fortune.

JDL, you should play the lottery on a weekly basis

[Guest]

I wonder why they would think that is funny? It might be the first time it happens but just watching someone look for a piece of slate everyday isn't particularly entertaining unless they are testing our senses of perception for some reason.

When I see a story like that I think of my six year old telling a joke. If it gets a big laugh, she'll repeat it over and over. As a parent I am contractually required to laugh every time, so my daughter is continually rewarded, though with observably diminishing satisfaction after about the seventh time.

Who can say how long it will take a particular mind to get bored and move on? Sasquatch presumably don't have access to tv's unless they look into a window.

Also, something else might be going on in a situation like that: both individuals are aware of each other and are benignly interacting with each other from a safe distance, or different time in this case. Maybe the presumed Sasquatch eventually realizes that the human is conscious of it - and the situation then becomes a mutual joke.

Edited October 6, 2011 by tsiatkoVS

[indiefoot]

I don't know anything, other than they exist.

I think there are more than many think there are and they are pretty smart. Either that or we are remarkably stupid.

[JDL]

Thanks JDL for sharing your stories.

Not at all BobbyO, I'm truly impressed with someone who's had so many sightings.

I thought maybe JDL had developed a technique to find and observe BF, especially since the events occurred at different locations. You know how unlike that is, so that would be awesome, a repeatable technique. But thanks to his info, I now realize it was just good fortune.

JDL, you should play the lottery on a weekly basis

I have won three royal flushes playing video poker in casinos over the years. About every second visit. Usually, only takes a couple of hours to hit. Of course, I always choose machines advertising a 97% or 98% payback and just play Jacks or better straight up, so a royal flush only pays $4,000. I'm sure I'd go broke if I tried to do it for a living, though.

[JDL]

Also, something else might be going on in a situation like that: both individuals are aware of each other and are benignly interacting with each other from a safe distance, or different time in this case. Maybe the presumed Sasquatch eventually realizes that the human is conscious of it - and the situation then becomes a mutual joke.

That's how she perceived it. She's only caught a single glimpse, but they respond to calls and knocking on occassion. She told me yesterday that "something was in the woods again". Total silence, squirrels, deer, birds, and everything else laying low. Cat won't leave the porch, wants in, stares at the woods.

[Guest]

If the stories my grandfather told me about some of our family are true, then they can show gratitude, and grieve.

[Sunflower]

A friend had her patio chairs rearranged a few times, she knew they were in her woods (she has had multiple sightings). Another friend saw one do a backflip after getting frightened by the lady of the house letting out a scream because of a spider on her arm. My sis and bro had one jump over the hood of their '69 Pontiac one dark November evening.

And there are more, oh and a heavyweight one came here to the alley behind our house and crushed the corner of a concrete rain diverter into smithereens.