Sunday, March 31, 2013

Where Bigfoot Isn't

Because the BFRO website is the most organized and current source for Bigfoot reports, I cruise the site regularly and always end up with the same conclusion: If a person wanted to go to the place where he or she would be most likely to have an encounter, they would seek the place with the most reports.

According to those statistics, the most encounters come from Washington State and within the state the most reports are from Pierce County.  To date, I find 66 witness reports from a county that I myself live in and I find that fact fascinating.

But in viewing the reports by state to see who Washington compares, I am struck by another question:
Why do Bigfoots favor Washington over, say, California, arguably a better place for habitat given it’s huge masses of mountain and forest and thereby good food sources?

And by this same token, why aren’t other locations with large arboreal areas and plentiful fauna and flora not favored by Bigfoot?

Montana for instance has huge tracts of unfettered forests and national park areas that should seem ideal habitat, but the BFRO shows a mere 38 reports. And Alaska, the Great White North, has only 23.
It could be argued that human occupation is required in any area to make these reports, and areas that are less populated by humans will turn up less reports, but I'm not buying it.

I think there is another reason, and it may have something to do with energy. In the book 'Hunt for The Skinwalker' by George Knapp and Colm Kelleher is this excerpt:

'On the evening of August 25, 1997, whilst surveying the ranch, two scientists witnessed a glowing opening in the distance. This egress grew in the lenses of their night vision binoculars. From within the portal, a black, faceless, 400-pound humanoid emerged, stepping onto the ground and walking into our current dimension. Moments later, the opening vanished. Following suit, the entity disappeared, as well, but only from view, as the men realized they were now alone, in the dark, with a being from another reality.'

In another example, and one that may be so startling as to keep you out of the woods, we have the story of Larry Kelm and what happened to him in the last eighties as he hiked in Eastern Oregon:
In the fall of 1980 I ran a small business as a construction contractor in Eugene, Oregon. During the slow times and in-between jobs I would don my backpack and hiking boots and disappear into the mountains for weeks at a time enjoying the peaceful solitude of long hikes. At that time I was single and didn’t answer to anyone so I was free to do what I wanted when I wanted. On the trip in question I decided to hike the old Mollala Indian trail that followed the ridge tops from Saddle Blanket Mountain to Oakridge, one of the Native American’s favorite summer camps and trading centers. It was a beautiful August day, two days into the hike (I expected to be gone about two weeks), when literally out of the blue the most terrifying thing that ever happened to me in my life occurred. It would change my perspective of reality forever.

I was walking along the trail enjoying the strong breeze and bright sunshine when, in the middle of a step, everything around me started to turn gray and blurry. The only way I can describe it was as if suddenly I was looking through someone else’s prescription sunglasses. I finished the step and started another. Every inch I moved forward the darkness increased and the gray blurring turned into a jumble of shapes that made no sense. I then seemed to pass a barrier and everything started to return back into focus when my foot reached the ground on the second step everything around me had changed. Day had turned into night and there was no wind. All the Douglas Fir and pine trees had been replaced with thick jungle like growth. The cool thin mountain air was replaced with humid thick air. There were no stars in the sky, but there was a diffused light that let me see everything clearly, however I couldn’t tell what the light source was.

As often happens when the human body receives a massive dose of adrenaline the entire incident appeared like it was in slow motion and even though I was only there for a second or two I had time to observe my surroundings. The silence was broken by continuos high pitched keening sound, and I was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of fear and danger. My momentum caused me to take one more step before stopping in my tracks.

It was at this point, I heard a whispered "Gotcha" over my right shoulder. I couldn’t tell if I heard it with my ears or inside my head. The word wasn’t directed at me but something said the word quietly to itself. I was so terrified I actually felt my heart stop for a moment. That whispered word is what saved me. I opened my mouth and gasped in a huge gush of thick air and recoiled backward in the same footsteps I had entered wherever I was. As I threw myself backward, I looked over my right shoulder. A dark colored hairy right hand and arm was reaching for my throat over my shoulder. The hand had pale ivory spade shaped fingernails. The nails looked clean and almost had a manicured look to them. The thumb was placed lower (towards the wrist) on the hand than a human’s is. Both hand and arm were thin and powerful looking and both were covered with thick coarse black hair.

I got a good look at it because the thumbnail grazed my neck (it did not break the skin) as I moved backwards. As I continued backwards, the hand clutched where my neck had been a split second before and it seemed to fade off into the distance as I returned through the Portal.

I took two more steps backwards and everything reversed itself from what had just happened. The world around me became lighter, the fir and pines gradually came back into view and by the third step I was back on Saddle Blanket Mountain.

I continued to move backwards in terror, and as I did, I observed that where I had just come from was a shimmering oval patch of air about the size of a large door. The woods behind it looked like it was under water. By the fifth backward step the shimmering area seemed to just evaporate and everything was back to normal. By then my lungs had nearly burst from the volume of air I had inhaled during the huge gasp I had just taken. My body felt like it was on fire from the adrenaline surge. I spun around and ran back down the trail as fast as my legs could carry me, and didn’t stop until I reached my truck. I was nearly two days getting to that place and about three hours getting back.

On my way home I was absolutely horrified at the thought of what would happen if I were to drive my truck into something like that. It had been a trap pure and simple. Whatever it was that tried to kill me somehow kept the Portal hidden from me on the way in, and I didn’t actually see it until I was back out again. I had terrible nightmares for years, and still haven’t come to grips with what happened. My fingers are trembling and the hair is standing up on the nape of my neck as I write this.

Severely shaken, I’ve read everything I could get my hands on about people who have mysteriously disappeared throughout history, and discovered several instances where people have vanished in plain sight of others. The quantum physics people have a theory about parallel universes. They just might be right. (Since I originally wrote this, report #9202 from Sutter County California was submitted to the BFRO. The person who submitted the report drew a picture of a creature he saw in a tree. The right hand in the picture is exactly the same as the one I saw, (note the thumb placement) and the forearm of the left arm is exactly like the forearm of the creature that attacked me).
Thank you to Sharon Eby Cornet for the previous story, as found on her site

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

The Silent Sasquatch

In the BFRO database resides a Class A Bigfoot sighting report that deserves special scrutiny.
Report # 8547 -Texas, April of 2008, a hog hunter has a purported twenty minute observation of a female Bigfoot as it takes a hog, less than 80 yards away, seen through a rifle scope.
What is most interesting about this report is that the hunter, who is described by the investigator as 'very credible', claims that the creature was able to become totally silent at will, while moving.
Copy and paste the link for the rest of the rather lengthy report, but for now, here is an excerpt:

'The movement from tree to tree: all tree to tree movements were two legged jumps, landing on two feet, anywhere from five to ten feet. Each movement going closer to the feeding hogs. Each movement animal was holding its body very still, slowing moving sideways just enough to look around the tree. All those movements, and landings were totally silent.'
(Italics and underline, mine.)

The point here is that we are talking about an animal that is said to be '7 to 8 feet tall' and 'heavily built', a typical Bigfoot description. Imagine now that you are the hog hunter and you are positioned 80 yards from your target. You are keenly aware of the environment you are in, watching and listening intently.   The hogs are rooting around, coming closer and then you see an animal nearly the size of a Volkswagen Beetle as it hops around, ten feet at a jump.

Do you think you would be likely to HEAR this happening?

I do...and so we have to ask ourselves how this can happen. I have read Dr. Meldrum's foot and stride analysis paper, and the description paper that is posted on the BFRO about compliant gaits and the anatomy of Bigfoot's foot, but I don't believe any of it addresses the 'on/off' aspect of such a large animal.
I saw an (old) episode of 'Finding Bigfoot' last night and watched as a woman and her daughter described a close encounter with a Bigfoot as it ran down a hill past them at a high rate of speed. One of the ladies said that it made no noise as it ran.

Bobo Fay attempted to recreate the event and both women told him that the Bigfoot was much faster.  In the episode, the camera clearly picked up the sound of Fay as he bolted down the hill.
Someone suggested to me that in the heat of a witnessing of such a strange event, we cannot count on our senses to work normally, that our ears might deceive us, as well as our eyes.
I think this is silly, since the animal sense in humans is much more likely to become heightened instead of dulled.

   What we are experiencing, I submit, when we see but do not hear a Sasquatch is the ability of that entity to make himself or herself silent.

Big cats have this ability, and this is well documented, but when big cats stalk their prey, they do so with very wide, soft pads, applied slowly and gingerly to the ground.  This flies in contrast to the hog hunter's description of the 8 foot tall, ostensibly 1/4 ton biped 'hopping' from tree to tree.

From the web page for the Carnagie Public Library in East Liverpool, Ohio comes this posting:
"Craig Young of Harmony Hills Stables in Columbiana County went on a trail ride on a March afternoon with a friend. When they got to a frozen creek crossing, they saw what they thought was "a guy in a black parka fishing". When the thing looked up it had "a flat face like a monkey, all wrinkled looking". It stuck something under its arm and ran up the hill like a man with very long arms. It stayed up on its legs too long to be a bear. The men couldn't get their horses to cross the creek to follow it."

Craig's wife Nanette related another experience, "Late August, early September in 1991 we had gone out on a two-hour trail ride, when suddenly it became very dark. The horses stopped dead. We heard something, we didn't know what, coming through the woods. Whatever it was was breathing heavy; you could see the trees parting as the thing pushed them aside. We didn't hear any footsteps, like the thing was floating.
"I couldn't imagine anything that would frighten the horses so bad as to freeze them. We urged them on and finally we kicked them. they wouldn't move. Real soon that thing was going to be on top of us. It was high as the horses' heads--past six foot. It was definitely hair-raising. Whatever it was, it was not touching the ground. I thought we were dead. Finally one of the girls screamed and that unfroze the horses. We rode so hard out of there, I thought sure one of the horses would go down. When we got back to the barn we slammed the door shut. We were lying against the door; nobody said a word. I could hear my heart."
"When they went back the next day, branches and shrubs were broken where the creature had come crashing through the forest."

Is Nanette deluded? I don't think so.  There are too many reports that include this strange aspect of silence which defies logic and physics.  What do I think?
Glad you asked.

I think we're still stuck with the 'Law of One' explanation. I won't recap it here if you're unfamiliar with the Law of One and the Ra Material.  All you have to do is copy and paste this link:

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Bigfoot Doppelgangers

The majority of Bigfoot images I have seen over the years usually resemble that of a monster, a grotesque creature with decidedly non-human features like sharp teeth, prominent brow ridge and sunken, glowing eyes, a pointy crown and deeply wrinkled skin. But sometimes we come across an image of Bigfoot that is not nearly so monstrous, and which evokes enough humanness to truly make you do a double-take.
Posted on Google news recently was this image from a forensic artist’s depiction of a witness account of a Sasquatch reported to be near the DuBois, Pa. area on April 24, 2012.  (Click for more)
Look at the image above and tell me if this creature doesn’t resemble someone you know.
Check out that iron hair line, nicely coiffed, really.

If you just trimmed up that mono-brow and gave him a shave, he could pass for a long lost Jonas Brother.
In fact, if I saw this guy out rummaging around in the trash cans in my back yard, I MIGHT think it was my old buddy Barry. I call Barry ‘Big B’, or ‘B.C.’. (both appropriate nicknames for Bigfoot, by the way.)
Here’s a picture of my pal, Big B:

Not too dissimilar, is he?
And Big B often behaved monstrously, heaving garbage cans around when he was upset or whupping somebody who cheesed him off.
But back to my point, the BF image above is unusual for it’s human-like aspects and this suggests a number of possible scenarios.

Click photos to enlarge  

If we put the BF image above into a police line up, say, along with these two individuals above, would he still stand out?  That's Christian Brando on the left, and Sly Stallone's son, Sage on the right, but the dude in the where have I seen him before....he's so familiar! 

RIP, gentlemen, but I'm angling toward a point, to soon be revealed here.
What I mean is, as humans, we see an object and our brain immediatly begins to try to compartmentalize it.
The human brain, like a computer, rips through our grey matter database to find things that resemble what our eyes are registering.  And usually, we get a hit pretty quickly.

Would any deny the resemblance between the critter on the left and actor Brian Dennehy?

Truth be told, both are big, oafish and pretty scary.

And how about famed Tacoma, Wa. department store Gorilla, Ivan and famed whore-mongering poet Charles Bukowski?

There is a serious similarity between the fellow below and musician Joe Walsh, yes?

'Why the long face, Joe?'

So, when we have an eyewitness account of a strange creature whose features are so close to being human, is that creature still a beast?  Just because our cryptid friend has really thick, hairy legs and unkempt fingernails, does this make him less than human?  What if he was wearing a pair of overalls and a flannel shirt?

Treat Williams could be a stand in for Standing's actor, don't you think?

Still think there is no relation of Bigfoot to Humans?

I rest my case.

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