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09/19/2013 10:11PM
quote OBX2Kayak: "quote giddyup: "There goes that first solo I was planning..."
This is the closest thing to Bigfoot that I've ever seen on a BWCA solo.
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be very carefull
09/19/2013 10:16PM
quote kanoes: "quote OBX2Kayak: "quote giddyup: "There goes that first solo I was planning..."
This is the closest thing to Bigfoot that I've ever seen on a BWCA solo.
be very carefull "
Boy that didn't take long.
Classic scene.
09/19/2013 10:20PM
quote kanoes: "quote OBX2Kayak: "quote giddyup: "There goes that first solo I was planning..."
This is the closest thing to Bigfoot that I've ever seen on a BWCA solo.
be very carefull "
They have the ability to mutate when needed.
09/19/2013 10:29PM
quote kanoes: "quote OBX2Kayak: "quote giddyup: "There goes that first solo I was planning..."
This is the closest thing to Bigfoot that I've ever seen on a BWCA solo.
be very carefull "
Good gosh! No more solo's for me!
09/19/2013 11:37PM
Bigfoot: Nope!
Loch Ness monster: Nope!
Flying saucers: Nope!
Space aliens: Nope!
Unexplained crop circles: Nope!
Yetis: Nope!
Ghosts: Nope!
Hoaxers: Lots of them!
Black panthers: Yep! I have a photo of one that I took, mounted & framed. Copies are available for $100.00 each, or 5 for $400.00.
Place your order asap; supply is limited.
BOB
Loch Ness monster: Nope!
Flying saucers: Nope!
Space aliens: Nope!
Unexplained crop circles: Nope!
Yetis: Nope!
Ghosts: Nope!
Hoaxers: Lots of them!
Black panthers: Yep! I have a photo of one that I took, mounted & framed. Copies are available for $100.00 each, or 5 for $400.00.
Place your order asap; supply is limited.
BOB
09/25/2013 01:43AM
@ okinaw55: "But either I have seen Bigfoot or an elaborate hoax at the top of somewhere where it makes no sense to pull a hoax."
Actually, that would be one of the less elaborate hoaxes pulled on mankind. Remember Piltdown Man? How about the first crop circles? Crop circles still appear in England, mainly for the purpose of encouraging local tourism. Remember this picture, from 2008, of a supposed body of a bigfoot?
When I was in my early teens I lived in Trinity County in northern California, an area so sparsely populated that the county still does not have a single stop light to this day, 53 years later. I originally posted this account of my experience, following a hoax, six years ago. Here it is again:
"One of the more deeply imprinted memories of my lifetime comes from when I was 13 years old, living in Trinity County, of northern California. The local newspaper had just, days earlier, come out with glaring headlines about a bigfoot-like creature that had torn up a construction camp over at Willow Creek. The newspaper had devoted two full pages, interspaced with photos of equipment and 55-gallon drums that had, apparently, been tossed around as if it was nothing more than match-sticks. Footprints were also noted.
On this day, I was out by myself in the woods, as I often was at that age. I had stopped walking, for some long-forgotten reason, and was on my knees or sitting down. All of a sudden, I became aware of footsteps coming towards me through the dry leaves. The footsteps, slow and deliberate, came closer and closer and yet, I could not see the source. I was frozen, afraid to twitch, my single-shot .22 leveled in the direction of the approach. Just when I thought the creature approaching me would have to appear in front of me, the sound of crunching dry leaves stopped. Then ....nothing. I waited, getting stiff from not having moved for several minutes. I knew something was watching me from a very short distance away and I was scared stiff, my mind going back to the newspaper article of a couple of days earlier.
After several minutes of total silence, a deep cough nearly caused me to jump out my pants, but I did not move, my weapon locked at eye-level.
More time passed, although it was probably less than it seemed to me at the time. All of a sudden the footsteps began again but it only took a few moments for me to realize that they were going away, not toward me. I listened as the steps receded. When I could no longer hear them, I got up and took a few steps in the direction of home. Then, I broke into a run and kept it up. I became the distance runner I had never been before and did not stop until I approached a residential area.
I remember going into the house and telling my parents what had happened. I also remember my father turning to my mother and asking her, "have you ever heard an old doe snort?"
Having spent a great deal of time around deer since that episode, I am now very familiar with their habits and sounds. There is no doubt that I had had an encounter with a curious deer.
Today, there is a statue of a sasquatch in Willow Creek deriving from the goings-on in that construction camp. Today, I am 60 and I will never forget how that statue came to be there.
When I go into the woods today, I don't worry about Sasquatch. After all, there is probably a mountain lion watching me."
Disclaimer: I am no longer 60 years old :( and while I don't worry about encountering Bigfoot in the woods, I do worry about hairy bipeds in dark alleys.
Actually, that would be one of the less elaborate hoaxes pulled on mankind. Remember Piltdown Man? How about the first crop circles? Crop circles still appear in England, mainly for the purpose of encouraging local tourism. Remember this picture, from 2008, of a supposed body of a bigfoot?
When I was in my early teens I lived in Trinity County in northern California, an area so sparsely populated that the county still does not have a single stop light to this day, 53 years later. I originally posted this account of my experience, following a hoax, six years ago. Here it is again:
"One of the more deeply imprinted memories of my lifetime comes from when I was 13 years old, living in Trinity County, of northern California. The local newspaper had just, days earlier, come out with glaring headlines about a bigfoot-like creature that had torn up a construction camp over at Willow Creek. The newspaper had devoted two full pages, interspaced with photos of equipment and 55-gallon drums that had, apparently, been tossed around as if it was nothing more than match-sticks. Footprints were also noted.
On this day, I was out by myself in the woods, as I often was at that age. I had stopped walking, for some long-forgotten reason, and was on my knees or sitting down. All of a sudden, I became aware of footsteps coming towards me through the dry leaves. The footsteps, slow and deliberate, came closer and closer and yet, I could not see the source. I was frozen, afraid to twitch, my single-shot .22 leveled in the direction of the approach. Just when I thought the creature approaching me would have to appear in front of me, the sound of crunching dry leaves stopped. Then ....nothing. I waited, getting stiff from not having moved for several minutes. I knew something was watching me from a very short distance away and I was scared stiff, my mind going back to the newspaper article of a couple of days earlier.
After several minutes of total silence, a deep cough nearly caused me to jump out my pants, but I did not move, my weapon locked at eye-level.
More time passed, although it was probably less than it seemed to me at the time. All of a sudden the footsteps began again but it only took a few moments for me to realize that they were going away, not toward me. I listened as the steps receded. When I could no longer hear them, I got up and took a few steps in the direction of home. Then, I broke into a run and kept it up. I became the distance runner I had never been before and did not stop until I approached a residential area.
I remember going into the house and telling my parents what had happened. I also remember my father turning to my mother and asking her, "have you ever heard an old doe snort?"
Having spent a great deal of time around deer since that episode, I am now very familiar with their habits and sounds. There is no doubt that I had had an encounter with a curious deer.
Today, there is a statue of a sasquatch in Willow Creek deriving from the goings-on in that construction camp. Today, I am 60 and I will never forget how that statue came to be there.
When I go into the woods today, I don't worry about Sasquatch. After all, there is probably a mountain lion watching me."
Disclaimer: I am no longer 60 years old :( and while I don't worry about encountering Bigfoot in the woods, I do worry about hairy bipeds in dark alleys.
03/22/2023 07:00AM
The Great Outdoors: "quote Hawbakers: "I've seen Bigfoot"
I recognize the one on the left side of the photo as Big Foot, but the "creature" was wearing a Packer shirt at that time!!
Scared the heck out of me when she walked into the shop!!!! :)
Bwahahahahahahaha"
LOL
03/22/2023 09:35PM
I live right by Whiteface Reservoir. Never seen anything weird, except the guy watching me with binoculars from the road right before firearm opener. It's a ways away, but he should have had enough resolution to determine which finger I was showing him.
Now where's that Whiteface Monster? I think I saw it down here I'll find it...
Now where's that Whiteface Monster? I think I saw it down here I'll find it...
03/23/2023 04:33PM
I have never seen Bigfoot, but I did see a sign on the Echo trail marking a Bigfoot Crossing, so he must be real! This was before my Solo to Stuart, and the sign was near Big Lake. Coincidence - I think not. I did not see any other people on the trip, but I did feel like I was being watched most of the time!
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