Sasquatch in Ocean Park

Looks pretty good, where's the right foot?

I had asked Thom Powell at the Summit last fall if he was interested in visiting the Ocean Park area since there are some very unusual Sasquatch stories from the area and he emailed back to confirm.

He drove up from Clackamas, Oregon, east of Portland, took him about 3 hours, the same time it takes me to drive from Auburn. Note: This blog post will be longer than usual, so...get yer coffee topped off.

Not Moser, but not far off

I brought my friend Moser to fix some plumbing and had invited my friend Bob as he owns property 

nearby, and also Bob had sasquatch stories to relate.

                                                                                         Here's Moser

We were to meet in town and guide Powell into my neighborhood. Moser turned on the heat and water and I put away groceries while waiting for Thom's call.

Not Thom...Thom has a better beard.

Powell is a tall guy, rangey with a five day growth of beard. Thats all I knew about him other than he has written three books about Sasquatch, two of which i have read. Once at the cabin, he handed me a copy of another book he wrote, 'Shady Neighbors' that he had explained covers additional aspects of Sasquatch behavior that I was interested in as well. Moser was there to fix plumbing and to diagnose my gas fireplace failure, but he is also an interesting guy to hash over weird topics with as he has a good mind for getting to root questions quickly.

Not Bob, but that could be him in the back.

Bob, who is a friend of my wife's sister, and lives near my place in Auburn, was delayed until the following day. Bob is a veteran hiker and former Eagle Scout and is also a smart guy, well read and able to discuss nearly anything with an open mind and a solid sense of humor. 

This is Bob, with Thom's guitar

The plan was simple. I wanted to take Thom to a beach area that had been the location find of some Sasquatch prints years ago, as reported by a man named Paul Freeman, who Thom knows.

Also, there is a large, mound formation that is located a couple of miles away, quite coincidentally right next to property that my friend Bob had recently purchased. The serendipity of these events, ie., my recent purchase of the beach cabin, Bobs very unusual recent purchase of nearby beach lots (at auction, without inspection) the also recent, highly unusual Sasquatch reports from this exact location coupled with my own abiding interest in the overall subject feels like more than a coincidence to me.


                             Moser inspects the mound
It was bound to be a good weekend. I no sooner had the beer in the fridge than my phone rang and Thom informed me that he was 10 minutes from Ocean Park. Moser and I piled into the van and headed down to meet him. On the way, I hatched a plan.We would meet Thom and pick up additional groceries, then have Thom follow us NOT back to the cabin, but instead we would detour to Bob's lot, where Bob owns a dilapidated mobile and rusting car body. Having just purchased the lot, he hasn't had time to clean it up, and I wanted to prank Thom making him think the sagging trailer with no doors and broken windows was where he would be sleeping. 

Here's Thom, holding...a BIG foot.

We met up at the IGA and shook hands, picked up veggies to go with the New York steaks Moser had packed and we were off. The lot is only a couple of miles away, so in five minutes, I whipped the van into the tight driveway and Thom followed. Moser, laughing, said, "I'll grab some grocery bags so he really thinks this is the place."

We got out and Thom climbed out and I watched his face closely while I said, "Well, this is it, you're room is in the back, we'll stay in the front.."

Thom slept in the back, almost.

He shifted his eyes along the sloping, moss-covered mobile, took in the broken windows and door and stairs and turned to me, not smiling. Then Moser rounded the corner and broke out laughing again. "I KNEW something wasnt right about this..!", Thom grinned and the gag was complete. 

We put the grocery bags back in the van and walked to property boundary. This is the location where, about four months ago Bob found a large, beer can-sized turd, right next to his Camper Van after a long night of howling noises he'd never heard before. Bob is not a person prone to wild speculation, but as a longtime outdoorsman and pragmatic guy he knows what an owl sounds like. Just as we reached the property edge, where a swollen creek runs, Moser whispered loudly, "What the hell is THAT!"

Thom leaned in and I walked over and Thom said, "Yeah...I see it too, a whitish, tan thing...its moving!"

The scrub brush here is thick and hard to see through and as the shape moved out of view, we determined that it must have been a deer, which are plentiful there. Later, on a return visit I would photograph two of them here, one with a mottled tan and white, winter coat it was shedding.

We walked back to the vans, and I told Thom that this was the place where the mound photograph I had sent him was taken. In addition to the weird, 15 foot tall green mound, there were 'No Trespassing' signs posted that featured an odd silhouette of a Sasquatch. Why? Just for fun? Maybe...

We left Bob's driveway and pulled around the corner and there it was.

                                                    The mound, when the sign was still there.

The mound. last week. Sign gone.

                                                                  Not a photo, just cool art.

A pull out on the roads edge was big enough for two vehicles, so we got out and looked at the mound. The signs have been torn down, perhaps by souvenir seekers, but a heavy iron Trespassing sign remained. 

Thom tilted his head, impressed with the big green mound and said, "I've got a shovel."

He's diggin it

Powell's last two books covered the Sasquatch mystery from rumor to deep theory and one of those theories includes the idea that Sasquatch MIGHT possibly go underground. Also, Thom, as a three decades long teacher of Earth Sciences, is following the work of other authors researching the mounds, rock structures and stone walls that riddle the landscape of this country without proper explanation. 

 Moser and Thom: 'It's sandy.'

Time to dig into one mystery. Here is where things got a bit weird. 

No sooner had Thom and Moser slammed that shovel into the base of the mound, then a rumbling pickup truck drove up, stopped and backed up slowly. I was snapping photos a few paces from Thom and Moser and I shouted to them, but knowing we were technically still trespassing, Thom had smartly stowed the shovel in a bush and we all began walking out as a scruffy, bearded man appeared from behind his beat up truck. " You guys KNOW you're trespassing, right!?"

We all apologized while walking, in near unison, but Thom added, "We just wondered what this mound is made of...".

The scruffy man shouted over his rumbling truck engine, "EARTH...what ELSE!" and he got back in his truck and idled down the road slowly. I was fairly amazed at the timing of this event. In the four minutes it took us to park and walk to the mound, thirty feet off the road and stick a shovel into it, than man shows up to angrily intercept our intrusion. Wow..

As the truck became more distant, Thom walked back and retrieved his shovel, and we got in the rigs and headed toward my place. A quarter mile of land exists here from the corner where the mound is to the driveway where the man had backed in to watch us drive past. On GOOGLE Earth maps, it looks to be at least 50 acres of wet, swamp and thick scrub lands.

As we passed the man in his truck, I looked in my rear view mirror to notice two of the original green placard signs with the Sasquatch on them, still intact on an adjacent fence. This is where Scruffy lives, and maybe, also where Sasquatch does too.

Back at the cabin we went over the strange encounter, Thom suggesting that, "its not too unusual to have a truck drive by...just people running errands on a Sunday afternoon." But the timing of the mans arrival felt weird to me, almost as if he was called or that he saw us from a distance parking and trespassing on his land. The noticable paths around the mound and the mans response when Thom wondered what the mound was, of 'It's EARTH...what else!'  indicated that this guy had dealt with interlopers many times.

He still has a couple of the silhouette placards on his driveway fence, too. Why continue to use the image of a Sasquatch on a 'No Trespass' sign and expect curious people to not stop to take a look see? 

The fence between the road and the mound is too deteriorated to slow any egress, and also, why would this landowner care that people might want to walk around a pile of grassy dirt?

There is nothing else there except for a swollen stream and mushy grass and scrub trees.

Vehicle egress would be foolish unless it was a backhoe or tractor. Whats so special about this swampy acreage that would prompt a man to shout curious types away.

The three of us decided that cocktail hour had arrived and just as Thom began preparing martinis, my phone buzzed. Bob was texting that he was close by and his arrival was imminent. It wasn't quite enough of an announcement to stop cocktail prep, but a good reason to have one more and by the time he pulled in to the driveway Bob was able to share a toast with his choice of libation, a cold beer.

Bob's inclusion to this cadre of like-minded esoterics was a good thing. He has hiked the Washington Cascades for many years and has collected at least a couple of good Sasquatch stories, and he has read fairly extensively on topics as diverse as Zecharia Sitchin's 'Twelfth Planet' and 'Worlds in Collision' and alternative thinker, Stuart Wilde's 'The Quickening' and 'Silent Power.'

After beer three, Bob sat at the dining table and expounded on life in a humorous, knowing way.

“Think about this body we occupy...this bag of meat filled with bones and chemicals...it's preposterous...PREPOSTEROUS!”

What he means is...once you get to the basic question of existence the amazing conditions required to make these combinations of physical substances and objects become a highly useful, reasoning human defy scientific explantation. But for the spark of some divine influence, humans should be just that bag of mush and bone without any real use.

Thom Talks

Though I have met Thom only a couple of times, and have never discussed anything very deeply, he begins to allude to a thick knowledge of all the topics we broach. He knows Sitchin, he knows the Annunaki Gold theory, he knows stuff like the Higgs-Bosen Partical and the Einstein-Rosen Bridge theory of wormholes and he expounds at length on this last topic in his latest book, 'Edges of Science.'

That's Saski hair he's got, not.

Moser's take is similar to Bob's and different at the same time. He believes that the world does not owe us existence and that you have to ask for and work for what you want. He has lived a hard-scrabble life at the enslavement of alcohol, but along the way has learned how to repair ANY item he comes across and to somehow ingratiate himself with everyone he meets. It's a little weird given his off-putting, bum-like exterior. He believes Sasquatch must be an off-planet creation because of it's continuing appearances without solid physical leavings and, he believes he'll have another drink.

The Glenlivit; Founders Reserve - smooth.

We ate and drank the night away and didn't solve any real problems of the world, but not for lack of trying. In the morning, Bob was gone. The last I saw of him, he was outside by the fire ring, beer in hand, ingnoring the light rain by himself. Donny says, “I got up at 4:30 to take a leak and Bob was still out there by the fire.” Outside, his car was gone, but he'd left his Nikon camera and some CDs.

I texted, no response.

Thom made coffee (a strong, excellent Oregon brand, with a tobacco-ey undertone) and turkey bacon and eggs, Moser moped and I played Thom's amazing guitar. Later that night we would jam, and Thom plays a good harmonica, with Moser nodding in approval, we did The Sasquatch Blues quite effectively.

                                                                     Thom and his really nice guitar

Thom's harmonica set

After breakfast, we piled in the van for the Leadbetter Wildlife Park, at the very end of the 26 mile Long Beach Peninsula.

The rain let up mercifully and with Thom riding shotgun and Moser in the jump seat behind we tooled over and up to the Leadbetter National Wildlife Refuge, a day use only State Park with several miles of bayside beach. On the way we drove past the mound again and saw the Sasquatch silhouette signs and the shouting man's black pickup still in the same place. That swampy acreage includes a slough named for the Espy family who homesteaded here in the 1800s and it adjoins the back side of the acreage that surrounds Leadbetter Refuge. In the middle of Refuge is an enormous mansion and estate owned by a millionare who restricts access far more diligently than Mr. Sasquatch Silhouette here.

On the long straight road toward the Point, we pass a left turn with a huge ornate gate with near life-sized, roaring stone Lions on either side and twin Gargoyle knockers on the rusting iron gates, proper.

The Gated Entrance

A squawk box intercom sits to the left, but there is no sign, no indication that the owner of this gate and the 600 acre property behind it is a multi-level marketing genius named Craig Tillotson. Tillotson is the founder of Nuskin, a dietary supplement and personal care products. Since it's inception in the early 1990's, the 2-plus billion dollar company has suffered losses of upwards of $50 million due to questionable business practices, even being sued by the Chinese Government as a 'suspected illegal pyramid scheme.' Further lurid scandals for Tillotson involve his ex-wife Sandie, but those details only serve to illustrate further the problems that come with big money.

On the huge tract of land is a main house oak-timber mansion said to be the largest in the country.

Next to it is a man-made lake with a sailboat in it, stocked with live sturgeon and including a life-sized Loch Ness Monster lurking in the middle. Gargoyles and Dragon sculptures adorn building interiors and exterior walls. At the property edge, right at the dune line is a 140 water tower made to look like a lighthouse. Quad trails surround the acreage and access to the retreat is restricted to two entrances, both of with feature the oversized, European style gates.

In addition to Leadbetter Farms, Tillotson owns a 4 acre estate in Boulder City, Nevada he dubbed 'Pirate's Cove' that features an 18 room mansion, man-made 50,000 gallon lake with a replica pirate ship in the middle.

Invitation to these playgrounds for the wealthy is hard to come by, and though there is a webpage suggesting the estate may be rented, word around town is that it only open to employees and family of Tillotson.

My interest in this whole strange area is buffeted by a couple of things. One is the recent reports on the BFRO of Sasquatch encounters that are so over-the-top in terms of possible advances in research as to be hard to swallow. The first is this one:

Not a photo, people. Just cool art.

http://www.bfro.net/gdb/show_report.asp?id=29609

Year 2011
Season: Spring
Month: March
Date: 15

Location details: Edited to preserve the location
Observed: I have been having encounters with what I believe is a family group for almost 2 years
now. Prints, wood knocks, smells, dog panic, sightings, and verbal interactions. Our house as lifted.
The newest is snow angel marks in grass and clearings with trails blocked by X formations made
with trees. Visit 2 or 3 times weekly. Less in winter, I'm not out as much, keeping it quiet. No other
people notice. I'm on 2.5 acres. Lake in back yard center of long beach peninsula, rural. Square mile of forest 300 yards away. Clams on beach, oysters in bay. 

Go to the link above for the rest of this amazing report investigated by BFRO's Scott Taylor.

I met both Scott Taylor and the property owner at the last Sasquatch Summit in Ocean Shores and was stunned by what they told me that wasn't in the report. I detail all of this on a previous post on this blogsite, but to summarize, the property owner (who lives somewhere within about a mile of Leadbetter Point claims this:

1) A sasquatch family visits his mobile home and eats peanut butter sandwiches
2) A large male has appeared to offer to shake hands
3) The same large male has made an attempt to speak, saying what sounded like it's name.

This is all vetted by Scott Taylor, an aerospace engineer, as well as another investigator Peter Smith and including local radio personality Johnny Manson.


And now get ready for the really weird stuff:
Scott Taylor told me to my face that these Giant Hairy Humanoids are not simple flesh and blood, ape hybrids, but creatures capable of becoming invisible, of communicating telepathically and of transforming into 'orbs'. After I picked up my jaw, the property owner walked up.
“Did he tell you about the orbs?...Good, yeah, that's what they do.” I have met the owner a three times now and he knows me to be a resident of his area, so he doesn't hold back with the details.
“Ya ever see that white foamy stuff that's on the beach?...well, that's SEAWEED that the Bigfoots eat and throw up...they only want the iodine!”

I just shook my head. It's a lot of information to process, and though I could easily just blow it off as bullshit, the number of people who have credibility is growing. Thom Powell, Scott Taylor and Peter Smith, all BFRO investigators at one point, but also Matthew Johnson, Kewaunee Lapseritis, Mike Paterson, Andrew Robson, Christopher Munch and Munch's collection of Sasquatch 'sensitives' agree               across the board that what we are witnessing is the thinning of the veil between the physical world of the human species and the other dimension(s) that the Sasquatch seems to spend the bulk of it's time in..

While you process that, I will continue.
In addition to these paranormal believers, there is Paul Freeman. Freeman was a Sasquatch hunter who first got the attention of Anthropologist Grover Krantz with track casts he had made near the Blue Mountains of Walla Walla, Washington, and who then produced a VHS tape he made of two Sasquatch creatures walking in the woods there, aproximately 80 feet away from his position.
The details of Freeman's amazing footage have been well documented by Thom Powell and with his permission I link it here:

http://www.thomsquatch.com/2011/12/the-mysteries-of-paul-freeman-footage.html

Ray Crowe and Paul Freeman in Long Beach

Lastly, the thing that drives me to bring Thom to Leadbetter Point is Freeman's own words, as told to Sasquatch investigator Ray Crowe:

http://www.bigfootencounters.com/sbs/longbeach.htm


'Paul noted, Bigfoot tracks have been found at low tide in the clam beds near Ledbetter Point, on the North end of the Long Beach Peninsula.Also, he says that on the mainland adjacent to the sound, tracks have been found at low tide in the oyster beds.'

Also, the Property Owner told me that he has found shells on the bay side access trail near his home that he claims are the leftovers from a Sasquatch lunch there.

Leadbetter Point

We drove on past the scary gate and soon reached the parking lot for the Wildlife Refuge. A quick check of the map at the trailhead showed the route out toward where the sandy coastline ringed the Willapa Bay. That was the destination, but I told both Thom and Moser that the trail floods in winter. We set out anyway.

Thom checking the map before leaving

Winter storms and high tides had knocked trees into the surf, forcing us to trek inland at points and to step over the downed trees where we could. At less than 1.5 miles, we hit a left turn that takes you southwest, through a marshy section, but Thom and Moser thought they might be able to cut across to the oasis of sandy beach in the distance.  We slogged on, but soon the water was surrounding our boots. When it got just below ankle deep we retreated, and aimed back toward the trail.  At a new trail sign we saw the path that lead to the ocean beach and while I was fiddling with my cellphone camera, they took off.

Mid trail sign

I tried to keep up for a while but it became soggier and deeper and so I just stopped. Moser and Thom were alerady out of earshot, so I turned back, expecting them to do the same. Back at the sign, I waited and chatted with some birders who showed up to photograph cranes. Ten minutes, 15 minutes, I figured they might catch a connecting trail so I began walking back to the van. I didn't think to text Thom until I was almost back at the parking lot, and he rang me back, "Ah....ah, we are, sort of having some trouble here..." he sounded a little uncertain, " We're gonna turn back, now, water is getting pretty deep..stay in touch."

It was twenty minutes before they came up out of the brush and I could see that Moser was wet up to the knee, 

Thom somewhat less for his height. The upshot of the foray into the refuge was no prints, no sign, no Sasquatch.

On the way back

But on my way back to the van I took some photos, the spindly trees covered with light green lichen moss, a deep mat of moss on the ground soaked with water, it's passable for a man to move between these birch saplings but 

might be tight for an 8 foot, 1000 lb. biped. Still, it feels like suitable terrain for a mythical creature. 

The confluence of these people, at this location, seems like more than a coincidence. There is ANOTHER link in this chain of events too. A year ago in April my wife and I purchased a building lot in Packwood, Washington. I had no real thought about a Sasquatch connection at the time, but was just acting on the opportunity to own some view property at a good price in a place we like to hike.

This is all we found, Jack Squat

Sasquatch enthusiasts know that the White Pass/Gifford Pinchot Forest has produced a number of good eyewitness reports, and the wife and I have had two interesting hikes here that had Sasquatch feel to them.

The search goes on, and maybe it will always go on, but with the new mindset that the Sasquatch may truly be a 

entity that exists not just in our reality, but in another one separated by some invisible force, we are closing in on 

some important truths, nonetheless. 

SAR -March 31 2017

Zeroing in on Bigfoot

'Staring contest....GO!'

As the owner and writer of this Blog since 2005 I have focused on the weird stories I have come across, mostly as reported on the BFRO database, as it is the best, most detailed source available in the world. I chose to use the term 'Bigfoot' on most of the post titles to maintain a theme consistent with the Blog title of Bizarre Bigfoot, but as the reports pile up I think the term itself has become a bit jaded and even inaccurate.

Yes, these creatures seem to have oversize feet, as documented in observer accounts and myriad plaster casts, but the most compelling parts of the phenomena are about its size and form.

This is a giant, for one thing, and it apparently exists in the out of doors year round without the need for clothing or a heat source. For these reasons, and for the purpose of brevity while typing, I have sometimes come to refer to Sasquatches as 'GHH' or Giant Hairy Humanoids.

(Another part of my reason for the GHH designation is Thom Powells suggestion that the name 'BIGFOOT' may have become offensive to the ear of dedicated researchers.)

So, with that stated, the other notable feature that the BFRO database provides is what I think is THE most important aspect of any discovery science: locations.

'Stump or GHH?'

The BFRO database numbers over 4500 reports and climbing, and of those reports from 39 separate counties,  the highest number of researched, investigated stories comes from Pierce County, (76 to date) where I have a homebase.

Further distillation of places in Pierce County turns up a near tie between the Yelm/Spanaway/Joint Base Lewis McChord areas and that of Greenwater/Upper Greenwater/Mt. Rainier areas.

I know all of these places fairly well having visited them and hiked through them for years.

In even closer examination, the woods above the town of Greenwater (which have had weird things happening there since 1970 until 2016) edges out the Spanaway area for visual sightings, as opposed to track finds, sounds etc., which I maintain are more important for the fleshing out of what this creature is about.


    'I KNOW I left my keys here somewhere!'

Heres is an excerpt from a favorite Upper Greenwater BFRO report.
http://www.bfro.net/gdb/show_report.asp?id=28898

YEAR: 2008

SEASON: Spring

MONTH: June

DATE: 7

STATE: Washington

COUNTY: Pierce County

LOCATION DETAILS: Please read account

NEAREST TOWN: Greenwater

NEAREST ROAD: Fs rd connecting to 410

OBSERVED: My husband and I were up off of highway 410, about 5 miles outside of Greenwater (on the FS road right after the fire station on the left side of the road)around the first part of June in 2008. We had come from Tacoma and I was trying to get my husband acquainted with being in the woods at night, so we headed up to a place I liked to go occasionally to start a fire and cook some food and relax. It was a site for what looked like an old rock quarry alongside the right hand side of the woods. I chose the spot because it was fairly open to the road and there were also a large number of campers dotted throughout the woods and along the river at the time. It should also be noted that it was foggy.

'Don't make me tell you again.'

We pulled into the muddy rock pit(we were driving a '69 220 Mercedes) drove in about 50 feet and then noticed something in front of the car. My husband seemed panicked and wondered what the hell it was. It was gray(light colored)big, human shape, visible right in front of our car no more than 15 feet from the front bumper. Even though I knew it wasn't human or a known animal, I told him it was a deer's butt and not to be scared. He has stopped the car at this point and then we both witnessed the creature climb up the side of the quarry at a high rate of speed. He was terrified, but for some reason, I wasn't scared at all even though I had just something unexplainable. I convinced him to park and we got the stuff out the trunk headed up the other side of the quarry and started the fire. By the time it was really going it was dark out and we were just sitting and talking. It also started to rain a little. I had the unnerving feeling that we were being watched. That was when we saw headlights coming up the road and turning into the quarry.

'Park Ranger Jones - RIP'

 It was the sheriff. He stopped at our car then came up the side of the quarry in his truck, shining his search beam on us as he ascended. After asking what we were doing he left and headed down the side of the quarry in which we had seen the creature earlier. I noticed about a quarter of the way down he stopped and shone his light into the woods at which time the previously viewed creature was spotted standing at the edge of the woods. It turned around and headed back into the woods and the sheriff sped down the side of the quarry. I bet he remembers it, but I don't remember his name.

The lady who made the report goes in to include this unusual statement,  'We left immediatelly. It should also be noted that I didn't feel scared at all and I almost forgot that I had seen the creature until we drove home and my husband reminded me. It was almost like my mind was trying to dismiss it because I didn't know or could make sense out of what I had seen.'

The BFRO invesigator  who took this report, Kirk Brandenburg, wrote, 

'The female witness could not explain why she was not frightened by the sighting and does not understand her own reaction. She did get an uncomfortable feeling of being watched as they sat by the fire. The male witness was frightened by the sighting and continued to be unsettled. After the second sighting, the witnesses quickly packed up and left at the husband's insistence. As the wife indicates in her narrative, her response was possibly due to a mental defense mechanism engaging to help her cope with what she saw. '

The woman's lack of fear COULD be explained as a 'defense mechanism', but it is one that I've never heard of, as her own husband can attest, fear is a the natural reaction humans have when they encounter what most would agree is a boogeyman. 

An additional detail is important too. Both witnesses are members of a Western Washington Native American Tribe. 

'I don't FEEL scary..'

I have been to the location of this sighting a number of times, and I've walked up around the general area the witnesses said they saw the creature walk to, and though the quarry has been altered, overall it is a fairly steep and rugged route out of the area. It is not easy to climb around much less depart from 'at a high rate of speed', as the woman wrote in her account. 

One last thing: The cop who came through immediatly after. Who summoned him?  Ostensibly, there could be a police report about this, but Brandenberg does not mention it. 

These are the stories that keep me interested in the whole crazy subject. My last post, 'Bigfoot Doesn't Exist' was a dour, bout of frustration on my part, because the answers remain so elusive. 

But I'm still interested, as I believe that a more complete understanding of the GHH that explains how they have eluded us will almost certainly usher humans into a new paradigm of our place in the world.  

Bigfoot Doesn't Exist

'Mahalo, dude'

There, I said it. After what is basically my entire adult life, I am ready to embrace the truth that Sasquatch is a myth.  This conclusion is born out of frustration, yes, and many would say that unless I am willing to truly devote all of my time and resources to the search, I could never believe they exist. 

But that would be foolish too. 

Should I stay the course like Rene Dahinden, who died still believing in a hairy, bipedal forest monster? Should I spend more than 50 years searching like Peter Byrne or John Green only to find nothing but a few questionable hairs and reams of ridicule and doubt?

What about the thousands of 'eyewitnesses' who claim to have seen a giant ape-like creature? 
Or the special few who seemed to have recorded images or sounds that point to a non-human  thing? Can I completely discount all of that as imagination or hoax?

In the paucity of hard evidence, a person who is on the fence has to decide, at some point, whether a few anomalous DNA samples and some blurry video footage is enough to keep them on the path of discovery. 

This is the case for Jeff Meldrum, who rests his reputation as a tenured, full Professor on the fruition of scientific consensus. 

It's the case for serious investigators like Derek Randle and his Olympic Project team, who chase and catalog, lecture and argue that Bigfoot IS a real, extant creature, it's just that...he's real elusive. 

This is where my rope starts to get thin, when humans have cataloged every other creature that we co-exist with down to the bones, and yet there are still intelligent people out there who think big hairy forest people exist WITHOUT any bones. 

Also, I think it's too much to accept that raccoons and porcupines are so good at eating bones that this is why we have never found any, just doesn't wash when bears, cougars and mountain goats are also elusive, yet we have their bones to add to the mammal taxonomy. 

Also, I have personally seen and photographed bears and mountain goats. (Still working on cougars, but I'm pretty sure they exist).

                                                                              Bear hemorrhoids...the worst.

You, the Sasquatch Whisperer are asking, 'How hard have you really looked?' 'What are my field credentials?'

That's a fair question, and I am miles behind the hard core investigators like Derek, Meldrum or the crew of Finding Bigfoot. What I have done is paltry, but:

1). Spent several overnight trips with BF-related individuals as well as luminaries, with recording gear and a serious attitude of quiet patience.

2). Attended four conferences that featured the big names in Sasquatchery including Doc Meldrum, Derek and his team, Thom Powell, John Bindernagle and was in attendance when Todd Standing was shouted down by the crowd for grandstanding on weak evidence while fellow panelists like Les Stroud worked hard at staying neutral. 

3). Have personally bugged the hell out of Meldrum, Powell, Randles, Tom Baker, Scott Taylor, Standing and Stroud with pesky questions. 

4). Have dug into the meatiest eyewitness accounts with people like John Carlson, Scott Taylor and Randy Hunt, all of who claim to have witnessed Sasquatch or similarly-related entity's.

5). Have had four inexplicable experiences that could be construed as Bigfoot-related, ie.
      a).On a hike up a ridge in the Gifford-Pinchot as dusk approached, wife and I got the     distinct, unnerving feeling of being watched. On the hike out we found a pile of bones, provenance undetermined, but likely Elk.
      b). Another hike at Packwood Lake had us stopped after a wood knock noise. The lack of sound in that section of trail was palpably creepy and hastened our departure.
      d). Hiking at Mud Mountain Dam, our group of three got temporarily lost and stumbled onto another fresh pile of bones, probably deer, but not established.
      d). During an overnight stay at The Olympic Project's HQ in Port Angeles, I experienced a sudden onset of extreme cold and fatigue that layed me out just prior to a night hike. I shivered in my sleeping bag for twenty minutes thinking I was becoming deeply sick until the feeling stopped abruptly and I rejoined the group feeling as well as ever. 

So....do any of these experiences help me ?

Apparently not, because I'm posting this rant. 
So now, are you are fully ready to argue for the GHH (Giant Hairy Hominid - my term)?

You: 'But S.A.R., there's thousands of reports...from credible witnesses!'

Yes, the BFRO in particular has lots of witness accounts...and they're fun to read but are they really enough by themselves to make a case for existence of a previously undiscovered species?

In a word: No. Eyewitness accounts are admissable in courts of law, but recent court cases based on memory recall and individual perceptions proved that they can be unreliable and biased. Consider that bears can and DO walk around on their hind legs and when upright an adult brown can clear 6 feet pretty easily. Also, people lie for a variety of reasons.

This, coupled with false identification and outright hoaxes leaves us with delusion, not a GHH.

'I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.'

You: 'But Your Majesty, they've got footprint casts...and, and HAIR and stuff.'

Mmmm, not so much. Again, search youtube for 'bear tracks' and look at how amazingly similar they look to a very large human footprint. Also, those annoying hoaxers are getting increasingly good at faking trackways, ask any well known Sasquatch researcher and they will admit that they have seen faked prints.  As to hair, and 'stuff' (which is what we will call bigfoot shit for now) SURE..lots of hair and stuff has surfaced and gotten tested. Sykes, Ketchum, et.al., have made claims of 'novel DNA' but since we don't have a body/specimen to type against, that stuff is a basically a 'one-off', meaning, it is not repeatable and hence not real in a scientific sense.  I'm starting to feel like Bill Nye now, but maybe we should just ask him.

Bill: 'nobody has come up with strong proof.'
(Bill Nye The Science Guy's Big Blast of Science-Perseus Publishing - 1993)

Ok, so Bill's out.

You: 'But what about those dudes, like Meldrum and Krantz and Bindernagel? huh, HUH!?'

Yes, these gentlement are real scientists and they all think 'something' big, hairy and bipedal is cruising around out there. But they're still just three dudes with an opinion...man. There are many more scientists who disagree with the good Drs. and biologist Bindy. They cite that pesky requirement of a body to add to the taxonomy.

'Hey..I feel like I exist..that should count for something!'

Dr. Krantz, probably the father of modern scientific inquiry into Sasquatch-related shit believed that Bigfoot could be a relict population of Gigantopithecus. Fossils of Giganto mandibles and teeth WERE found in Asia but due to the lack of a full set of bones, it is arguable as to whether that creature was bipedal or ambulated on all fours. Also, Dr. Krantz's work failed on scrutiny when it was determined that he had fallen for hoaxes.

Meldrum, who currently carries the brightest torch for existence, believes they exist based mainly on his examination of numerous plaster footprint casts. He IS an expert on primate locomotion ( what a cool job title!) so we should consider his point of view carefully. BUT, because we don't have a living, breathing creature to observe actually making these tracks, we still forced to speculate as to it's existence. Bottom line. I like him, have bothered him a few times with stupid questions, and I like Bingernagel too, especially when he bailed on Todd Standing at the Sasquatch Summit in 2014 when the Toddster tried to get Bindy to agree that they had found bigfoot prints on a hillside. "No," he said.

So what are we left with?

Those reports from eyewitnesses, as compelling as they feel, are not enough. We need a body, really.
And after we have that body, it must be made available to the whole of the scientific community and to establish independent corroboration. This is a big deal, after all, the rewriting of history.

'Saddened, S.Quatch walks forlornly back to his cave.'

Do I think it will happen? No...just as I don't think we will ever see governmental acknowledgement of Aliens, Sasquatch will remain a mythical figure. I now open the floor for discussion.

Your turn!

Waiting for Sasquatch

I walk along the fringe separating the sixth fairway from the thick scrub of woods on the eastern edge of Surfside Golf course, occasionally shining my anemic flashlight into the paths left by golfers looking for lost balls. It is well past dusk, the wife and dogs walk ahead of me down the middle of the fairway. The moon is a crescent in the dimly lit sky, next to a faint Venus.

Of all the places on the planet where a Sasquatch might be, this location should be one of the most likely in the world. (click for more)

According to the BFRO database, (THE most complete and diligent forum for investigated reports of Hairy Humanoids) Washington State has 622 investigated reports, with Pierce County having the highest number in the state (75) with King County being 2nd at 46. Grays Harbor County, just up the coast has 42 reports.

At this writing, I am in Pacific County at my beach cabin, but my main home is right next to the border between King and Pierce, the two counties with the highest incidence of Bigfoot accounts in the entire world.

Why do I think my current location is ripe for an encounter? Two reasons: 1). Just about a mile from where my flashlight punches into the dank woods lives a man who claims to have a family of Sasquatches who he shares sandwiches with, and 2). this place FEELS Bigfooty.

That wholly unscientific assessement is a weak argument, yes, but the entire supposition that we share the planet with a giant, hairy humanoid that is so ghost-like that it can almost never be seen much less photographed is a visit to Crazytown in itself.

My wife yells at Dog number two because I have let it off the leash and the dog furrows into the wet bushes. My focus on sleuthing is interrupted by her worry, and I cannot argue with her because we HAVE seen bears here just last summer. At that moment, when I turn to see where she is in the dark

I see a light across the fairway, on hole number 5.

Its another human, with a flashlight and I am surprised. On our frequent night time golf course sorties, I have never seen another person here and so I stop behind a big tree and watch them walk beyond the tee box and out of view back toward the clubhouse. An employee out checking sprinkler heads or...?

Dog number 2 is back out running toward the sand traps in the sixth green and so I follow, wondering if there might be a nice, fat footprint in the perfect, freshly dampened substrate.

No such luck, Chuck. I found the telltale cloven-hooved tracks of a deer, though, arguably an important Bigfoot food source, and I saw the fresh prints dog 2 had made.

It's not THAT big, is it?

I tried to mash my own boot into the edge of the trap, finding it rather firm underfoot. Bigfoot prints have been found in sand before, most notably in the dunes near Tillamook, Oregon, but these traps are raked regularly so my small hopes are further diminished.

I am angling toward a dark corner of the seventh tee box here, a place I have passed numerous times during golf rounds and wondered about for its perfect concealment. From a place just inside the scrub one can see the all the way to the clubhouse and down the expanse of both the ninth and sixth fairways, basically the entire golf course perimeter on two sides.

My fantasy is to come here at night with a Sasquatch researcher/friend, with just a sack of snacks, a couple of comfy lawn loungers and sleeping bags, and a night vision/flir equipped video camera. We will make no fire, we will be very quiet for the most part, but will àlso allow ourselves to be noticed from time to time by any wildlife by chatting normally.

MopFoot, leaving the scene of a mess

In this way, according to my acqauintances in the Bigfoot Research world, our chances of an encounter are dramatically increased.

I could jam some apples into the the stubs of broken tree branches, or, as in the case of my nearby contact, leave peanut butter sandwiches on a tray, but that requires more time and patience.

Wait, WHAT? 

In the ongoing field of hairy hominid research, patience IS the key. The hot trend revolves around 'habituation', which is just how any serious study of primates in wild places is done.

Go to where they are seen/Bring something they like to eat/Leave, but return later and watch quietly/Repeat often. Also, do it at night.

Out on the beach, proper, I walk each day and contemplate our concepts of time. Its easy to do in a place that is so devoid of the markers of time. Sky meets Ocean, meets Sand. On overcast days, all are shades of gray. The wind blows swift, low curtains of sand grains against my legs and Sandpipers flit through exceedingly rapid tumults in swarms like a single organism. This feels timeless.

Humans think in terms of hours. How long has it been since I ate something? How long until the sun goes down? How many days until the weather gets cold. These signs, hunger, aversion to cold or darkness are built in to our genes through evolution. They are preciously short indicators as opposed to the forces that sculpt the earth. This is probably why Global Warming is such a hard sell to the general public. We, as untrained, short-lived citizens, have difficulty with the concepts of geologic time.

And some suggest, as a growing number of Sasquatch researchers believe, our quarry is particularly long-lived, numbering the days into the mid-one hundred rountinely.  Wild speculation, of course, but some species of turtles live well past 100 years and Bowhead Whales (also Greenland Sharks) have an AVERAGE lifespan of 200.

Is it conceit that makes us think we can lure a giant forest man-ape into meaningful contact with a P,B&J or just a special brand of crazy?

Look, I TOLD you..NO WHEAT BREAD, dude.

My contact here at the beach believes that Sasquatches do not like wheat bread. He believes that the sandwiches he makes, Peanut butter and jelly on WHITE bread are the best food to offer Bigfoot, through trial and error. The wheat bread sandwiches were ignored while the white bread treats were scarfed up, on one occasion, in broad daylight, just paces away, him on his covered deck, an 8 foot tall Bigfoot behind the corner of an old truck canopy, they both enjoyed their lunch.

Last July, I spotted him standing outside his snazzy 4WD coupe across the street from Jacks Country Store and pulled in to chat with him. I am keeping his identity on the down low because I think its best, though he is a fairly open book about his experiences. In fact, most of what I know about him I learned from the internet and the BFRO. I will call him R.

R contacted the BFRO with the wild story of his ongoing relationship, and investigators converged here to see for themselves. Their verdict: R is telling the truth.

On the street corner, R is talking with an older man, smoking a cigarette and being animated. He is tall, a big man even, with longish hair and beard. He favors sleeveless sweatshirts that show off his upper arm tattoo.

I try not to act too pushy, but I want to know everything I can learn about his visitors.

'Ehh...they dont come around as much during the summer when everbody comes to the beach.'

I am supressing my bullshit meter now, and he continues, 'but I found a big footprint on the side of an embankment by the house the other day.'

This is a far cry from his online claim of hearing and seeing a Sasquatch try to speak an apparent name.

R rambled for an additonal twenty minutes about recent positive changes in his life and and I knew any useful information was not going to surface, so I handed him my business card (carpentry) and asked him to email if he could about having me stop by to see his situation.

Maybe he feels his 15 minutes of public adoration are done now that the BFRO people have backed him up, so having a fan club is less of a draw now.

I am on my own, then, and this is what one of those investigators, Scott Taylor, told me.

'Just go out in your own backyard at night and wait quietly.....they will come to you.'

'I, ah, tried to reason..with you people...but, ah..Obamafoot OUT!'

Paranormal Bigfoot and the Tide of Perception

   'You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.' Dylan

Maybe it's lazy thinking, maybe it's the natural progression of opinions over time, prodded by the frustration of lack of evidence, but more and more people in the world of Bigfoot research are veering to what Thom Powell calls the 'woo woo', the weirdness, the inexplicable aspects of Sasquatch reports that do not fit neatly into the hard science box.  Click here for more.

                                                               Erik Beckjords idea of Patty

Doc Meldrum must be really tired of fighting off wackjobs (like me) who pepper him with bizarre, wholly unscientific questions like 'So, ah, Doc..if Bigfoots can, like, disappear whenever they want, why don't they just come to the supermarket to get their donuts and stuff?'

'I like the ones with sprinkles.'

When I asked him this (not really, I asked far more sciency questions) he was very patient and didn't seem all that rehearsed, but always answered the way a professor who likes his job would answer: by not saying much.

Why not? Because we STILL don't know very much. Let's make some lists.

What We Know For Sure -

Sasquatch witness reports number in the thousands. While visual sightings don't constitute solid evidence, there's a powerful pattern here that requires more digging.

The Patterson/Gimlin Film. The holy grail of BF evidence, it's been so deeply researched that the possibility that it represents actual photographic proof also begs more research from science types.

We have DNA. Ketchum and Sykes have tried to get the word out that 'novel DNA' from 'non-human' sources have been found repeatedly among the many samples submitted and tested. This said, the internet argument rages on because, on the internet ANYBODY can pose as being intelligent and correct about something and cause crapstorms of controversy. The task of ferreting out what is true and real becomes very onerous, so we're often left hanging unless scientific methods are published and consensus is reached by at least a few educated and trained specialists.

  Sykes and Ketchum...I think.

What We THINK We Know-

Sasquatches can disappear at will. Lots of stories, but of course, no photographs. (Unless you count Todd Standings strange photos, or Melissa Hovey's 'Sasquatch back' game cam picture, considered by supporters to be among the best out there.) Yes, photographing an invisible creature might be a contradiction by description, but the rumors of Bigfoot vanishing mid-step are fairly numerous.

Bigfoot can read minds, communicate telepathically. Why not? This is such a highly personal claim that unless it happens to you, it will always be up for dispute. Those that claim to hear them in their head are also growing in number. Is this a form of social media hypnosis?

Sasquatches can 'zap' humans, other animals. Reports, again, anecotal, suggest that people who see a Bigfoot are momentarily paralyzed, and/or feel incapacitated by sudden sickness, which lifts after the encounter is over. Again, a highly personal perception, but I myself have had an very unusual experience during an overnight stay at Derek Randle's Olympic Project site. After Derek announced a night hike to check some bait stations, I headed for my van to get my audio gear. The moment I stepped out the door of the main meeting place, I was hit by a strong wave of nausea. It so palpable that I nearly fell against the side of the building, but managed to weave my way to the van, parked in the pasture between the meeting hall and the treeline. I felt like my body had dropped in temperature to the point where I was instantly shivering. The outside temp was cool, but not freezing. I got to the van and crawled in back and it was all I could do to get inside my sleeping bag. My head pounded, I shivered and I think I slept for a few minutes. When I came to, I was sweating and felt the dizziness and pain was gone. I got up, grabbed my gear to join the group but back at the shop they were gone. I have never had a sudden onset illness like that before or since.

Bigfoot travels interdimensionally. This claim falls as a subset of the invisibility aspect, but there are visual reports of Sasquatches coming into and going out of view through a sort of window that opens and closes in plain view. Skeptics chalk this up to tv shows like Star Trek or Stargate, but believers suggest a connection between the phenomenon and the writers of those shows. Even though I'm a crazy 'bizarre' bigfoot aficionado, this idea makes me chuckle.

So...Scientists vs. Non-scientists/laymen, the debate will continue vs. Educated Professional and Ordinary people, but let's make a formal list of the Notables here too:

Notable People Who Believe Bigfoot Is A Flesh And Blood, Physical Creature That Is Just Really Good At Avoiding Humans Camp.

Dr. Meldrum - He's never going to cave and say he heard one in his head or saw it disappear in front of his eyes. He'd almost certainly lose his tenure and his job at Idaho State. We need him, too. Somebody has to hold the line and not buy into things that cannot be proven. Stay the course, Doc.

Dr. Bindernagel – Dr. B is unlikely to change his mind either. I watched in person at the Ocean Shores Sasquatch Summit when Bindernagel, a guest at the request of Todd Standing, brought in to back up Standings' claim of BF activity in Ontario, actually BACKED AWAY from agreeing with Standing at the moment he took the stage. It was surprising, as Meldrum was much more enthusiastic about Standing. Todd's face visibly dropped when Dr. B said, paraphrased, 'Well, no, actually, I never saw an actual footprints on that hillside.'

Notable People Who Originally Thought Sasquatches Were Forest Apes, But Now Think They Are Paranormal.

The way the wind is blowing tells me that the following people are among a growing group who have come around in their thought process to accept that Bigfoot is not just a human-throwback, but a special lifeform that can do things humans cannot.

Johnson, Davies and Carlson

Dr. Matthew Johnson. Johnson saw a big hairy creature while hiking with his family at the Oregon Caves Monument. He claimed that it followed him as he hurried his family to safety. Today Johnson has stated publicly that he thinks Sasquatch creatures can travel through portals, read minds and communicate mentally with humans.

Scott Taylor. Taylor is a BFRO investigator who had worked hard at vetting reports that come in to the BFRO hq. He knows the importance of detailed questioning, checking for sign(s) and following up on further developments. Recently he has visited Johnson's Southern Oregon Interaction Area and on Dr. J's Youtube site he concurs that 'there's Squatch in this area.' Also he is on board with them possessing unusual capabilities.

Adam Davies. Brit cryptozoologist and author approached the subject of Bigfoot as a physical creature but after a visit with another researcher, John Carlson to Matthew Johnson's original Southern Oregon Habituation Area had an encounter with small, hairy creatures that seemed to appear out of a portal.
He speaks about the experience rarely, but agrees that there is far more to the phenomenon that meets the eye.

John Carlson. Davie's tent mate on that visit also experienced high strangeness and both basically agree on what they witnessed. The only difference, as Carlson has said in radio interviews is that he felt the 'entities were evil', and possibly 'demonic' whereas Davies seems to stop short of that classification, at least in public.

'Be vewwy vewwy qwiet!'

People Who Have Thought All Along That Bigfoot Was A Ghost/Spirit/ET.

Kewaunee Lapseritis. Author and Master Herbalist, Lapseritis is deep into the esoterics of other-worldly Bigfoot, beginning as a Naturalist, he dove head first into the paranormal fray when he was contacted by both an ET and a Sasquatch at the SAME TIME. That would twist anybody's melon, but Mr. L seems pretty constant and clear in his lectures, citing the messages he continues to receive that repeat warnings to humans that we're messing things up and it's probably too late to all come together and fix it.

Indian Peoples All Over The Nation. Look at any First Nations myth about Monsters and you will find the Sasquatch mentioned as a 'people' or 'tribe' not much different than them, aside from having the ability to do all the aforementioned stuff like go invisible and read minds. It's always hard for white people, non-natives to accept the wildness of these claims, but more and more they are beginning to make sense. Non believers = Zero. Indian Peoples – One.

This list is going to grow as time goes on, of course. And I maintain that the 'woo woos' will gain ground over the scientists, perhaps at our peril, but at least we MIGHT learn something about Sasquatch and in turn, something about ourselves. 

How Old Bigfoot?

The old joke goes: How Old Bigfoot?  Answer: Old Bigfoot just fine! But is he really fine?

How long do Sasquatch creatures live?  What? You have no idea? You say, 'look dude, we don't even know if they truly exist much less what their lifestyle and life expectancy might be.' 

Ok, ok, for the sake of argument and useful speculation, let's say they exist and that they are physical, flesh and blood creatures. Now we can cite the numerous witness reports to dress out size, weight and basic physiology.

I stink, therefore I am!

This is a biped, it has two arms with human-like hands at the ends. A single head and the basic torso that all humans share. There are reports that Bigfoot creatures have nipples, which further humanizes them, suggesting a typical birth process that create little Bigfoots. How cute!

But if we can theorize that this bipedal hybrid animal is a mammal that must live on our plain of existence, then we might be able to conclude that they eat and drink and breathe the same air we do. Since the bulk of Sasquatch sightings are mostly from this country, I cite the statistic that average human life spans in the United States are said to be 76 years for men and 81 for the ladies. 

But humans are not Sasquatches. As clever, highly evolved Homo sapiens, we have erected (forgive the pun) a complex cage of mitigating circumstances that both lengthen and shorten our lives. Good medicines and Doctor/surgeons fix things that go south in our bodies, while we work hard at ruining our health with lethargy, drug addiction, food additives, pollution and stress. 

I feel pretty good for my age!

So your average Bigfoot should ostensibly be much better off in terms of his health, given that they don't consume the awful things humans do, they run like the wind, they breathe cleaner air and the only stress they might have is when they slip up and are forced to dodge an occasional semi-truck. 

Even though Sasquatches don't undergo the surgical procedures that humans use to prolong life, I maintain that since they do not ingest the bad things we ingest, they are unlikely to need to have diseased organs removed and/or replaced. It's a wash.

Humans like Okinawans lived very long, healthy lives due to their diets and social customs. Mostly vegetarian, along with regular exercise and in the close-knit families who include grandparents living with their children's children, many Okinawans lived well over 110 years. That number plummeted after the 1960s when more westernized diets became popular in Japanese prefectures and cancer rates began to rise. This suggests that clean living increases life span, which puts Mr. Natural in a good place for a long life.

I should buy a boat

But according to the work of Oregon Zoologist, Dr. W. Hennner Fahrenbach, in 1998:

'By applying scaling formulae to the 660 lb body of the average sasquatch, a gestation period of about 9 months and an average life span (in captivity) of 36 years can be estimated. This life expectancy implies an occasional survival into the fifth decade, reports which account for descriptions of some animals as looking old and wrinkled, having "rotten, snaggle teeth" and unkempt, matted "angora goat dreadlocks" or patchy, worn hair. Survival times for gorillas in captivity range into the middle of the third decade of life.' 

This is a sad conclusion. While it is understandable that a scientist might make this conclusion based on captive animals, our friend the Bigfoot is hardly a typical zoo animal. While his habitat may be continually encroached upon by loggers and developers, BFs are not dependent on the food sources of zoo animals nor subject to the stress of being caged and observed for decades.

This said, we do have good reportage of Sasquatches that are not exactly the picture of health. 

From the BFRO:

http://www.bfro.net/gdb/show_report.asp?id=42448

Willie Nelson called....wants his personality back.

'So I got to see a Sasquatch up close and personal. My window was down and I was no more than 20 feet from him. His face was human looking except that he had no chin and he had a somewhat heavy brow ridge. The nose was a human nose and was more european than african looking. The eyes were black, the skin was grey as was his hair and he had more or less human teeth...what was left of them. His teeth were in terrible condition.'

And from the BFRO investigator, Scott Taylor:

'He remarked that the teeth were all yellow, chipped, and some were missing. It is quite likely that this creature was old.'

But how old, Scotty? The witness did not venture a guess and how could he?

I know I have a birth certificate lying around the cave somewhere, dang it!

We can estimate the age of a horse by looking at it's teeth, however. And while we don't have any Sasquatch teeth handy, let's assume that 'yellow, chipped' teeth in 'terrible condition', even some ostensibly missing, would put Hairy the Squatch at least forty or so, ok?

We know that Apes, Gorillas, Chimpanzees and Orang-Utans have average life spans of around 40 years and that gorillas in captivity can live as much as 50 years. Cheetah, Tarzan's sidekick, lived to be 80 years old, which is a long time to play second fiddle to a TV star.

So we could conclude that a Great Ape hybrid might live as long as this.

Old Yellow Top, a purported Sasquatch creature that frequented Cobalt, Ontario Canada was first reported in 1906, and still apparently around as recently as 1970, which would put him at about 64 years of age, and it seems fair to assume he didn't just pop onto the scene as an adult.

So, until we actually bump into a Sasquatch birthday party and can count the candles, the jury will remain out. It seems safe to say that if Bigfoot was eligible for Social Security, there would be some checks going out to some pretty woodsy addresses as the best estimate for a senior Squatch comes in at over 64 Seasons. Happy Birthday Big Guy...look under the log, I left you a toothbrush.