Let me say - I'm skeptical and have never seen any squatches.  

A few years ago, there was a really good thread going on here on ARFCOM that I cannot find now.  Wasn't there a member here (muddog?) who is a bigfooter?  Specifically, I remember a post from a member that I wanted to read again.  He mentioned an experience he had somewhere out west (Utah?) & that he was an ex NFL lineman (Bills possibly?).  Anyone remember that?

I guess this can serve as our yearly bigfoot thread.  Do you believe?  Ever see one?  My son (10yo) believes thanks to James Bobo Fay.  He makes me promise that I'll shoot any squatch I see when we're hunting so he can meet Bobo.  

I'm fascinated by the stories, watch any and all cryptid TV shows, listen to a bigfoot podcast and have attended a lecture about bigfoots.

That said, and as much as I hope for them to be real and would love it if they ever proved it, I don't think they are.

sasquatch lives matter.

People like to watch the shows where they look for them, get caught up in it and forget that it is all made up.

I don't believe in them, but it is a fascinating worldwide phenomena.

It's unlikely, but I leave the possibility open.

Anything I've seen is likely due to black bears. Both in FL and Maine.

I am similar. I don't believe in Bigfoot or aliens but it entertains me so I love watching  the stupid shows on these topics.

In before Oknativeson.

And yes.  There is something out there.

I not only think it's extremely unlikely that they exist, I give it a 0% chance. Not 0.1%, not 0.001%, not 0.000001%.... But ZERO.

There is a good game cam pic of what looks to be a chimp in the area of Green Swamp. So there might be one that is not black bear related in FL...it's chimp related....

I want to believe. I can't stand Bobo and that stupid ass show. They roll through that show with the theme that there is a sasquatch behind every tree and every claim is legit based on their scientific listening to the story that bubba is telling in the audience...

"So one time I heard a twig break, I shine my light and saw the demon like glowing eyes...."

"Yes sir, definitely sounds like you had a squatch encounter"

Or

"Hey bobo, I'm looking through the thermal. I got a hot spot....it's shaped like a deer and has antlers.....Must be a squatch...."

I would think that if they exist then there would be a specimen by now. But the story that Les Stroud told gives me hope. He seems to be a straight shooter (look it up if you don't know what I'm talking about.)

My undergraduate degree is in biology. Improbability != impossibility. I've seen some imaging and trace/cast evidence that's not widely circulated that is very interesting.

The scientist in me states that it is impossible to prove the nonexistence of a large hominid.

I ran into the "finding Bigfoot" cast filming once, bobo is really fucking big/tall does that count?



And I've had some very unusual things happen camping/backpackig that I can not explain. So I'm not sure

I would say no but I said no about Hogzilla, as well!

I think just like you. 3 or 4 years ago I was bear hunting in PA and heard wood knocks. I don't know what or who was doing them but I know it wasn't bigfoot. I watch all the shows and they still never have any proof.

If you hold a degree in a STEM field, go back and make sure the dean didn't sign your diploma in crayon. That's not how science works. The probability may even be so small as to infinitely approach zero and be indistinguishable, but "ZERO" can only be assumed, not definitively proven.

Crashburnrepeat's post in this thread is what you seek, OP:

"True Life Sasquatch Tales" thread pg 3

As for the other thread, that poster was Muddydog. Great 100 pg thread on Sasquatches. I read all of it at the time.

My position is, show me a decent picture and then maybe I'll consider it's a thing.

There were 3 active, different shooter photos/videos of the one and only crash of a Concorde jet, and yet with all the cellphones and digital cameras in the world, not a single decent one of bigfoot, nessy, aliens, etc?

Gimme a break...

Fakers, liars and drunk people who can't hold a damn camera still...

Seriously, in this day and age of everyone carrying a camera in their pocket someone should have gotten a nice clear picture and or video if these creatures existed.  All we have is a bunch of weak excuses why this isn't so or that someone has super secret proof that they don't to share because peoaple still won't believe...

I say all the above and yet I do "want to believe"...

I'm fascinated by the subject and want to believe - but it's probably not real.

Something weird is out there in the US & Canadian forests.   We like to think the US is highly populated, but there are a lot of areas which are heavily wooded, mountainous, and sparsely populated where few people ever go on a regular basis.  Not saying there is a surviving population of biped homonids on teh North American continent, but something's fucky in those woods.

Apparently there are piles of Bigfoot scat all over Oklahoma, but no one has ever picked one up for DNA testing.

250 years of people tramping all over the entire continent, not a single skeleton, body, viable blood sample or captured one. Fuzzy video? Lots. Stories? Tons.

Verifiable evidence? Zilch. Apparently they never just get old and drop dead, like every other creature on our continent. They don't get sick and feasted on by yotes or bears, they never have a still born little Bigfoot and abandon it. They never die and leave behind evidence. They never run in front of a semi, or fall down a cliff, or get shot by a hunter, or eat something funky and croak.

Compare to the giant squid, which lives where human beings are not to be found. Compelling, clear video evidence. Several dead ones to study/collect. DNA samples, etc.

But, Bigfoot, which roams every state in the nation (by the claims), not so much.

Possible? Yes. Likely? Fuck no. More likely Hillary gets a lucrative porn contract.

In before OKNativeSon and his "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe" speech

In before Michelle pics

like Moths to light...
you rang.

BTW

MK Davis has an excellent video of the Fence Climber on his facebook page.
just tossing a bone out there.

I consider it one of the best vid's ever seen and it comes from the East Texas VCR tapes.

In, I love arfcom Bigfoot threads

Of course I believe in Sasquatch. She works in parts purchasing where I used to work.

yes, there are all hiding at the bottom of the money pit on oak island.  stayed tuned one more season.

Man I wish MDK was still around.

I'm the guy from Utah that has seen a bigfoot from a few feet away in bright light.

the important parts of the story:

- Two of us saw him. Me and the Wife.
- Neither drunk or on drugs.  Both non-users of anything but diet mt dew
- I almost ran it over,  I hammered the brakes to keep from hitting it
- I saw it, in the bright lights of my car,  from just a few feet past the hood of my car
- I looked in it's eyes,  and saw it's face, very clearly.
- It's not human. It is absolutely, 100% guaranteed no a "traditional" human being.
- I am better prepared than most to judge size and speed due to my time in D1 College and NFL.  This thing was bigger than Shaq, and moved like Barry Sanders.  We're talking a very-sub 5.0 40 time.  if I had to guess, I'd put him around a 4.0-4.3 40 time. Maybe a little lower.
- it dived head first over a thick wall of oak brush approximately 7' high
- it crossed an entire 2 lane dirt road, the barrow pit and over the bushes in 3-4 long strides
- It hated us.  Or was highly extremely irritated by us
- I think it was briefly considering killing us.
- I almost shit my pants.  I mean literally.  It had the same raw primal energy of fear that a lion or big tiger has.  And when you see something that big move that fast,  after staring at you with malice,  it's scary. It's still scary.
- I have no reason to lie.  I don't care if you believe or not. I am not a "bigfoot guy". I don't go chase him or even much care.
- I suspect that there is only 1 bigfoot.  Just that one.  It explains ALL the counter-theories.   There is apocryphal mormon lore that explains that 1 bigoot
- I will, under penalty of eternal damnation,  swear on the lives and souls of my children that we saw that one, and only one bigfoot.
- I can't tell you if there are bigfeet,  but I can tell you with 100%, absolute certainty, that there is 1 bigfoot.
- If the Cleveland Browns drafted bigfoot tomorrow,  they would be the undisputed NFL champions and win the 2018 superbowl. there's a pretty good chance they'd also win the NBA title. If they could team him to bat, without getting eaten, they could also win the World Series.
- I'm not kidding about that. He's that athletic.  I spent a year getting my ass handed to me every day by Bruce Smith, arguably one of the best defensive ends to ever play the game.  One of the fastest and most graceful humans I have ever met.
- Bigfoot makes Bruce Smith look like a tiny, slow and completely ungraceful sack of shit.   I'm 100% sure bigfoot could kill an elk with his bare hands
- He's fricking HUGE.    his biceps look like my thighs,  his thighs, my waist.  I wear a 46" waist.  he's giant, but very cut. no fat.  Not pudgy like the patterson film, which doesn't look anything like the bigfoot I saw.  Bigfoot looks like a body builder but covered in fine brown hair.
- He is not a monkey.  He looks like some prehistoric human. SUPER strong brow,  Very prominent jaw, just forward.  
- he looks a LOT like this guy, height is probably close,  physically he's bigger,  but his face looks a lot like this, but covered in hair to just below his eyes.  Like a deep beard but not wiry hair, just long straight almost fine hair.

- I would not hunt bigfoot. I don't ever, ever, want to be alone in the wood with that thing again.  He was not only physically frightening, he felt....malevolent.  Evil. Look on his face was.... bad.  I got followed about a half mile by a cougar once,  physically scary, but not malevolent. Bigfoot, at least that bigfoot, felt... Bad.



Those are the important points.  I don't know if there are 2,  but I'll swear on my soul and everything I hold dear, that there is 1.

I think it's possible, there is a lot we do not know, however i give the odds of being real 0.87%

I don't think it's real, but at the same time I'm terrified and paranoid every single time I'm in the woods, which is every day. Fuckin irrational fear I can't seem to shake

If I do stumble upon the blurry ape one of these days, I'm going to kill it. I've even offered access to private land in Ohio for monster whitetail in exchange for the rights to take a squatchin trip to OK with intent to hunt it.

I believe there are 3 possibilities:

1. There is a large hominid native to North America that has remained in obscurity, while maintaining a viable breeding population. They are so good at hiding we've only see a few tracks, hair, and bedding sites. They even conceal their ecological impact on their environment to the point that we can't tell several hundred lb individuals are foraging in an area.  These must be highly intelligent. In fact, their ancestors were clever enough that they even removed themselves from the fossil record so future generations would have plausible deniability of even existing!

2. There is a vast conspiracy by both govt. and industry to suppress and destroy all evidence of  a hominid living in North America. This is why there is never any hard evidence that comes out. The economic impact would be too great to acknowledge their existence and then there's the political backlash from having conspired to cover up the truth.  

3. They don't exist.

Personally, I believe number three is the most probable. However, it is kinda cool to think each time a sasquatch sighting is reported some CAG types fast-rope in to mop everything up. Actually, I need to pitch this to the Syfy channel. "Navy SEALs vs Bigfoot" sounds right up their alley.

Near the Wasatch range by any chance?

It blows my mind that there is a 100% fake show finding Bigfoot or whatever that made it past a pitch to producers.  But I guess it shouldn't surprise with all the evidence of morons I see everyday.

Skinwalkers

I won't call you a liar, I think you saw something. However, every single instance of bigfoot encounters, I think, can be explained by misidentification. A big brown bear standing upright for example.

If my years in LE have taught me anything it's that eyewitness reports are unreliable at best. Excitement, adrenaline, hysteria almost always contribute to a flawed retailing of something the witness will swear on a bible he/she saw.

What part of the country were you in when you saw it?

The thing I find most difficult to swallow is that fact that even the most elusive and rare animals eventually get photographed and or captured. There is no satisfactory explanation as to why bigfoot hasn't been subjected to both considering how many people are out there looking for him.

Teddy Roosevelt's bigfoot story, as recounted in his book The Wilderness 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."

One of my cousins lives on Prince of Wales Island AK.   He was hired as the guide for the "Finding Bigfoot" crew when they filmed there.  Not sure how that was arranged, but he has a timber operation there (Sitka spruce for soundboards is his speciality).
He said he was telling them that brush piles, and teepee like brushpiles (used by teenagers to drink and screw around) were Bigfoot dens.  Bunch of other nonsense too - all of which they bit into like a dog into a sandwich.
He also said one of the production assistants was the daughter or "heiress" of the inventor of the mood ring.  She was throwing rocks into the woods and knocking sticks or rocks together at the back of the line, and apparently fooling and getting the TV personalities all worked up.  I think he said they eventually caught onto her and fired her.



Otherwise Its another one of the legends that are curious because there are so many similar ones on At least two continents (Asia and NA) that I am aware of.   but I don't think if there are anything like them they are as widespread as the fringe people believe.

if you break down the reports, there seems to be 4-5 types. these types vary in physical body type and facial features. some areas only seem to have 1 type and some areas have 2 types living in the same area.

several people swear they saw an animal with a much more human looking face? all I know is the ones I have seen don't have human type physical characteristics.

I dunno. my mind is open to a few possibilities of what they could be. CBR could very well be correct with a nephilim type animal. he is spot on that the first thing you realize is how fast they are.

^  Came here to say basically this.
Seriously, Bigfoot cannot exist without verifiable evidence. And the Earth is getting smaller every year.
Back in the 1930's it was possible to believe that an island existed somewhere "out there" that time forgot. Now with satellite imagery, we know better.  Sometime soon, we'll laugh at the believe of a large, elusive hominid also.

Fascinated by Bigfoot and Dogman 

With all the people out looking for Bigfoot, there would of been a body, better pictures....something.

Never saw one. Don't know anybody who saw one. Doubt they exist.

But I won't unequivocally say that they don't exist, simply because I don't know.

Photo evidence is essentially useless, since Stickman could snap a pic of samsquatch taking a dump and it would immediately be laughed at like the thousands of other alleged photos of it. We need a body.

That said, I still swear I see shadows following me in the woods.

Theory 4: There is 1 and only 1 bigfoot. He's an ancient, biblical age person, from the time of Adam. Cursed by the Lord to walk the face of the earth for killing his brother and spilling his blood on the ground.  This is why there is no bodies, this is why he's rarely seen, he's had a millenia to learn hiding from humans.    His sole existence is hiding from the sons of man and living to regret turning his back on The Lord.

This is the apocryphal LDS lore that explains Bigfoot and covers all known objections.  There is a journal entry from a pioneer in Utah when it was first settled that perfectly describes the same thing I saw. A giant beast of dark personage that stood even with a guy sitting on the back of a horse in 7" high sagebrush.   "Dark personage" pretty much describes what I saw.