Okay, I'm serious. Any "Bigfoot" experi ences?

“I dated a basketball player he had really big ah... feet!

Does that count?”

“HPM wears size 13 shoes. Does that count?”

“HAAAAAA HAAAAAA! I don't know does it?? ;-)”

“:D”

“Big feet on a man indicates he have a big....nevermind.

Hey, that's the Avalanche mascot?”

“yup, Howler the Yeti.”

“From my interview with the Beast...

Q: Was Mars inhabited in the past?
A: Yes.
Q: By whom?
A: By the tribe known to you as Sasquatch or Bigfoot.
Q: Were they transplanted to Earth
by the small greeys?
A: They are transient and do not inhabit on a permanent basis.
Q: Well, how do they come and go?
A: They are the pet slaves and of the Great Snake Lords.
Q: How did the Sasquatch get here?
A: The Great Snake Lords bring them when they visit Earth, and sometimes they run away.
Q: (L) Why have Sasquatch been seen in remote places throughout history?
A: Sometimes they are there for menial slave tasks. Sometimes they run off when the Snake Lords let them out of their space craft to take a pee.
Q: (L) Does that mean that whenever Sasquatch have been seen that there is a Snake Lord nearby?
A: No.
Q: What menial tasks might they be doing?
A: Collecting samples.
Q: Why has everyone who has ever come in contact with Sasquatch commented on the awful odor of them? Why do
they stink?
A: Organic functions.
Q: What is it about their organic functions that makes them stink?
A: Sweat.”

“Well the Seattle Sonics basketball team mascot is "Squatch" the bigfoot.”

“I thought I saw a big foot track once, then I realised it was my own muddy boots.....”

“Yes Buck, there is a Bigfoot.
I snapped this picture in upstate New York, circa 1997. As you can see, this yeti looks somewhat thin, probably from the harsh Adirondack winter that year.

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“"In all my backpacking, both off trail and on trail, I have NEVER come across a bear carcass. Never ever ever, as in zippo, zilch, nada."

So, do ya think that somewhere there is a big, secret bear, dying ground??? It is weird, I've never seen or talked to anyone ever seeing a bear carcass, either...

I believe in everything so I believe in Bigfoot and your story, Buck....read the latest issue of Backpacker? has a big article about scary stories.....like yours!”

“It was a beautiful fall day and I was enjoying being out in the woods. The weather was crisp and cold, with a steady breeze, fresh off the North Pole. There was a light frost on the ground and it made walking in the leaves sound like walking on cornflakes. I was out early trying to scout out a place to do some hunting, but conditions weren`t good for slipping so, I sat on a big bluff in some hard woods and watched the draws and ridges. The deer were cautious and moved about at first light, like shadows they came and went, one minute there was nothing and the next, there was a bit of movement and a deer would appear. I couldn`t hear them, for the steady wind that kept blowing in my face, unless they were very close to me.

The sun had been up for almost two hours and my legs had gone to sleep while I sat there waiting and watching. I decided I`d seen enough and decided to hot foot it back to the truck and get some coffee and a snack, before checking out another place I wanted to look at. I was just starting to get up, when I felt eyes on me and I froze there, not wanting to scare off what ever it was there looking at me. I eased back down and tried to look back behind me a little more at a time, to get a better view. I heard something and it chilled me to the bone, the hairs stood up on the back of my neck, I was shook up and I couldn`t help myself. In the shadows I caught the tiniest bit of movement, but I couldn`t make out what it was I was seeing, or hearing. Something was there and it was watching me and it had the wind on me and it knew I was there. All of a sudden the spell was broken and there was a crashing in the brush behind me, like I`d never heard before. I couldn`t see it good at all, it kept trees and brush between us as it departed, but I knew the things of the woods, but this one wasn`t one I knew at all. My heart was pounding out of my chest, going ninty miles a minute. I was shook up and I`m never shook up by things in the wild, but this was something different and I knew it. I got up, but my legs were like rubber bands and I had to stay put for a few minutes to let the blood return and the tingling in my legs stop. I made my way over to where I`d seen it vanish and found where it`d been spying on me, while I was spying on the othere wild life. The smell hung in the air, like musk oil, or wet dogs, but stronger, even with the wind blowing I could smell it`s strong stinch. I searched for tracks, to tell me what it was I`d seen and heard, but there were no tracks in the heavy leaf clutter, but there were deep impressions. I`ve never tracked anything like it so I don`t know what I was thinking, but I thought I`d find something to give me a clue as to what it was. I didn`t and I went and got some friends and they couldn`t figure it out either. I never found out what was watching me, but the next year, my brother and best friend both swear they saw bigfoot. It wasn`t in the same area I was in, but the prints in the leaves were just like what I`d found. I don`t know it, but I think I just missed seeing bigfoot, seeing me.

Bill”

“NADA”

“Every time I put on my shoes.”

“couple a years ago I camped @ Hardin Ridge primitive campground in the Hoosier National Forest. That same week a couple a people claimed they saw a huge long haired creature lurking in the backwoods. I am pretty sure one of them was a police officer. I had really long hair at the time so the joke at my work place that it was just me hiking through the woods, I'm sure I smelled like one but I'm not really sporting that much body hair. A local woman assured everyone it was probably an escaped Emu. Who knows but that was my brush with the great Bigfoot.”

“There is a guy who I know well who lives at the last private residence up Mackey's Creek surrounded by a large roadless area of Pisgah National Forest, NC.

He has photographs and video footage of what are apparently apes or possibly orangutans that have become naturalized in that large wild area.

He swears they are some indigenous creatures that have largely avoided discovery up to this time.
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“Did anyone see that show last week on the History Channel called Monster Quest? They had a story on about what they believed to be a Bigfoot that broke into a cabin and totally trashed the place in the backwoods of Ontario Canada. The cabin was 200 miles from the nearest town so that's how remote the area was. The following season the people that owned it put a board on the entrance with screws imbedded in it to deter whatever it was from doing it again. When they returned months later there was blood on it with hair and tissue. Some researchers came and took the samples to be analyzed and said the hairs on it were not bear hairs and they were hairs they've never seen before. The DNA tests they did came back as something unknown too. They said it fell between human DNA and chimpanzee DNA. They said still have to do more tests to know for sure, but it wasn't a bear. Who knows what they'll find out, but that was the first time I can remember seeing DNA reported that was something unknown. I wonder if it'll stay that way after further testing.”

“Wild! I hoope it pulls up some conclusive evidence.”

“Did it rhyme?

(aHem)”

“I saw that Rich. They should have stayed in that cabin longer when they went to research.”

“I thought what they said about bears was interesting...that they go after the insulation in a refrigerator or cooler because it smells like an ant hill. I guess it's the formic acid that's on the insulation from the factory.”

“Smells like an ant hill? LOL!

With the keenest sense of smell in the animal kingdom, I would imagine a bear could differentiate between every species of ant in their territory, let alone polystyrene...


So why do they go for our toothpaste in the backcountry? Mebbe it smells like honey to them?”

“I saw something a few months back,while day hiking near St.Thomas Ontario. It was tall and covered in hair and walked with sloped shoulders...it was on two legs and had long arms so I knew it wasn`t a bear....kinda freaked me out.”

“Dude! I thought that was you!”

“How yah doing Sarge ?”

“Awesome. Sorry about freaking you out paddles. Hope the rest of your hike went smoothly.”

“LOL ..Crashbang....but that dude looks more like Terry Waite .”

“WOW big and between a human and a chimpanzee...anyone seen Molly Yard lately?”

“I have big foot experiences all the time, mostly when my feet swell.”

“Geez Gojo, everybody knows that bears go after our toothpaste because they have really bad breath and plaque issues....”

“Maybe it was God.”

“I work with a guy who wears a size 14.”

“Where's Buck these days? Has he reincarnated under another name? He could come up with some funny stuff sometimes.”

“Back in 1992 I was working for the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection otherwise known as CDF. I was stationed at Butte Fire Center Station #17 in Magalia CA it is an 91 acre complex with an 18 acre reforestation nursery. Butte county seems to be a hot spot for Sasquatch activity especially Butte Meadows. My friend who told me this story is a very credible person who now works as a Fire Captain for the city of Monterey CA. So this is what he told me one warm night in the spring of "91" he and two fellow firefighter buddies were on a weekend hanging out at a local place called the Flumes sharing a 6 pack of beer. They were talking and laughing when they heard some noise of something coming through the forest. He said they thought it might be a black bear or a mountain lion which are rather common in that area of Butte County. So instead of meeting face to face with either animal they got back into his Honda station wagon to finish there beer. So as they talked laughed an so on my buddy had his foot on the brake pedal lighting up the forest in red light behind the car. So the guy in the back seat his nick name was Brutally Honest Joe because he could not tell a lie to save his own ass if his life depended on it . He got himself and others in trouble because of this rather noble attribute. Any how Joe also had a stutter when he talked if he was nervous. Now getting back to the story while my buddy had his foot on the brake pad Joe heard something and turned around to see what was outside at that point he tried to talk and all that came out was loo loo loo loo LOOK!!!! My buddy paid no attention to Joe thinking he was just buzzed and spooked. Then his friend in the front passenger seat looked into the side rear view mirror and freaked out yelling " GET THE #&%!$ OUT OF HERE NOW!!! MOVE!!! MOVE!!! NOW!!!" So my buddy at that point started the car also freaked out and began to take off thinking maybe someone was there with a gun or something.Butte county up in the forested areas is well known for marijuana growers. What my buddy say that night as he pulled away from where he had parked to drink and socialize was something he thought did not exist. What he saw was a very tall being with arms that hung down to the knees covered in reddish brown hair all over its body he could not see the face for it and turned around and took two steps a distance of ten to eleven feet and was gone back into the cover of the manzanita brush. He said he yelled at that point and floored it out of that area. The Flumes is a cleared area of the forest that was cleared because there used to be a saw mill there back in the eighteen hundreds were logs were floated down the mountain through a series of old man made water canals.”

“I thought bigfoot lived in Arkansas and wrote poetry.”

“a few paragraph breaks wouldve made that a lot easier to read, dwh”

“Back in 1992 I was working for the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection otherwise known as CDF. I was stationed at Butte Fire Center Station #17 in Magalia CA it is an 91 acre complex with an 18 acre reforestation nursery. Butte county seems to be a hot spot for Sasquatch activity especially Butte Meadows.

My friend who told me this story is a very credible person who now works as a Fire Captain for the city of Monterey CA. So this is what he told me one warm night in the spring of "91" he and two fellow firefighter buddies were on a weekend hanging out at a local place called the Flumes sharing a 6 pack of beer.

They were talking and laughing when they heard some noise of something coming through the forest. He said they thought it might be a black bear or a mountain lion which are rather common in that area of Butte County. So instead of meeting face to face with either animal they got back into his Honda station wagon to finish there beer.

So as they talked laughed an so on my buddy had his foot on the brake pedal lighting up the forest in red light behind the car. So the guy in the back seat his nick name was Brutally Honest Joe because he could not tell a lie to save his own ass if his life depended on it . He got himself and others in trouble because of this rather noble attribute. Any how Joe also had a stutter when he talked if he was nervous. Now getting back to the story while my buddy had his foot on the brake pad Joe heard something and turned around to see what was outside at that point he tried to talk and all that came out was loo loo loo loo LOOK!!!!

My buddy paid no attention to Joe thinking he was just buzzed and spooked. Then his friend in the front passenger seat looked into the side rear view mirror and freaked out yelling " GET THE #&%!$ OUT OF HERE NOW!!! MOVE!!! MOVE!!! NOW!!!"

So my buddy at that point started the car also freaked out and began to take off thinking maybe someone was there with a gun or something.Butte county up in the forested areas is well known for marijuana growers. What my buddy say that night as he pulled away from where he had parked to drink and socialize was something he thought did not exist. What he saw was a very tall being with arms that hung down to the knees covered in reddish brown hair all over its body he could not see the face for it and turned around and took two steps a distance of ten to eleven feet and was gone back into the cover of the manzanita brush. He said he yelled at that point and floored it out of that area. The Flumes is a cleared area of the forest that was cleared because there used to be a saw mill there back in the eighteen hundreds were logs were floated down the mountain through a series of old man made water canals.

- deepwoodshiker”

“thats better”

“The thing I saw had reddish brown hair .”

“This link was tied to a page on google earth...Bigfoot sightings on Google Earth....

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=18043”

“A man who claims that he was molested by Bigfoot as a child was ordered to serve 20 years in prison yesterday for his own molestation-related activities.

Gene R. Morrill, 57, of New Ipswich, N.H., had previously pleaded guilty in Stafford Circuit Court to 20 charges stemming from his efforts to solicit 13-year-old boys over the Internet.

Defense attorney Terrence Patton cited Morrill's mental health issues in seeking leniency from Judge J. Howe Brown.
Morrill told an investigator preparing his pre-sentence report about being sexually assaulted by the legendary Bigfoot, a North American folklore character said to be between 7 and 10 feet tall, and covered in dark brown or dark reddish hair. Patton said Morrill really believes the assaulted happened.

However, Morrill was determined to be mentally competent to stand trial. The judge also couldn't have been impressed with Morrill's criminal record, which includes a rape conviction involving a child in New Hampshire.



http://fredericksburg.com/News/FLS/2008/032008/03262008/366262”

“Well, there was this one time when I took a dump in a portolet at a trailhead. OK, I didn't actually see it but my buddy did render a drawing of what he saw...

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“Okay, I'm serious. Any "Bigfoot" experi ences?


wow. There are serious people on Trail Talk?! No way.”

“Sascrotch visited my tent one night in Arkansas, but I only had enough tequila for me, so I let him sniff the bottle for a back rub...”

“It was the longest day of my life.....




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“I was held hostage by Figbutt for 22 seconds in a $9.99 coleman tent in 1968 without any newtons.”