Bigfoot Mountain

https://youtu.be/N_25zgKdqI0 Hello everyone, once and awhile when I’m  reading articles about the big guy, I sometimes stumble upon a real beauty. Such was the case last night. I read an article and interview from AiPT!. With writer Sharon A Hill on her new book, Scientifical Americans. I have not read this book yet, as it doesn’t come out till December 30th. But worry not I definitely will. Then I can give you my full review. From the article I was however, able to get a pretty good idea what it’s all about from the interview. I’m not sure many of you will be to happy with this information. But I can at least say it is a unique concept. In her book Miss Hill describes Sasquatch, ghost, etc. hunters as want to be scientists. That for some reason or another were not able to become a legitimate scientist. Couldn’t afford school, had to work to support a family, what have you. You get the idea. Insulting as it may be. She goes on to describe these hunters. As example Finding Big...

Well, I have now watched and reviewed my share of movies about Bigfoot lately. But I think they may have just been leading up to this gem. Yeti, Giant of the 20th Century. This movie May have left me speechless and type less for that matter. But I’ll get it together. Let me pause a moment to get my thoughts together. Yup. Still recovering from the shock and awe. So I will start with the easy part. The plot summary. Scientists have found a giant frozen Yeti. Then those same scientists do a series of ridiculous things to defrost said Yeti and bring him back to life. I mean it’s no big deal to find and resurrect a Yeti the size of King Kong right? And while we are speaking of the king of the monsters. This movie paid homage to (Yeah that sounds better than ripping off. Right?) the King. There is even a Faye Raye for the giant hominid too. But I digress. This movie took me to places I never wanted to ever go from the beginning. Like up 10,000 feet to find a frozen Yeti. And Yeti, I gue...

A Long long time ago in this very country... There was a population of Native Americans. Before we arrived, took their land and killed their people. They believed in many omens and spirits. A lot of our land now was their sacred land. They left many paintings on cave walls and rocks. And a litany of oral history of their tribes and a few may even be about our beloved Bigfoot. So in honor of the Thanksgiving holiday this year, instead of celebrating a relationship we now know didn't end so well, I decided to honor them and talk about their connection to the big guy himself. Bigfoot went by many names to the native Americans. Different tribes all had different names for him. One such one is Chiye-Tanka, which basically means big man.  The Salish tribe gave him his most infamous name of Sasquatch( sæsq'ec ) . Now he is usually just referred to these days as the big man. Their belief of Sasquatch is a lot like ours of the Mothman. They believe he appears at troubled times. H...

A howl, a howl. Higher than a growl, that will make you run for a mile. Yes it will make you run for a mile. So it occurred to me while I was watching Skull Island today that I never got a post out from my last Squatch Hunt. I posted some pictures on my Facebook page. But totally blanked on my post. (This is what happens when you get older). So here we go.. My last hunt had me following up on a report made to the BFRO last year. Better late than never I guess. It was in the Oxford/Douglas Massachusetts area. (Beautiful area by the way, totally jealous the big man may live there and I do not) So the report was a little confusing on actual location. But my sister and I are pretty confident we nailed it. It was in a very squatchy location. In fact you could have filmed a remake of Boggy Creek there. We saw a lot of what we feel could be potential Bigfoot structures and nest like areas. Definitely worth a second look next weekend. As I have mentioned many times I’m not an expert and...

Hear the rocks..they are knocking, in the woods..Sasquatch is stalking.. Okay, corny I know but ‘‘tis the season” and all that. Well since it is that time of year again. Where you are layering on the clothes and you’re hoping Sasquatch really has been mistaken for a bear all these years. And he is in fact going into hibernation. I thought we would talk about Sasquatch In the winter weather. “It’s colder than the fuzz on a polar bear’s behind out there”. This Is an expression my dad always used. He would know, He worked outside his whole life. And when I went out Squatching yesterday I thought “what am I doing out here right now?” I’m normally a hermit when things go below 40 out there.But what does Sasquatch do? He has the hair and potential bulk that would probably suit him well in the winter. So what do you think?  I was utubing the hell out of Bigfoot from the chair by the fire in my house this weekend. Hoping To solve this riddle and I noticed a pattern. The majority of Bigf...

Farmer claims he spotted Bigfoot FAMILY carrying a pig while running through his Californian orchard Okay, I want to start this post by stressing that I have never seen a Bigfoot. So all of the things I am saying I would do are completely hypothetical. I assume I would first have an accident in my pants, then run. More than likely I would freeze and faint. Still going with accident first, unfortunately. Stories of Bigfoot encounters that include similar reactions are more believable to me. If someone is telling you a Bigfoot tale that sounds suspicious, what do you do? If you believe in Bigfoot, what makes some stories seem...wrong? One element, for me, is the travelling Bigfoot family.  Not the family part, but the tromping around in a big fuzzy group.  It's not very stealth behavior for creatures that seem determined to remain mysterious. Now I am not calling out anyone in particular; group or person. But what is the protocol for all of you in this field, if you g...

I was just thinking to myself. It's a good thing The Big Man probably doesn't suffer from identity crisis. Us humans would have driven him over the edge by now. We have bestowed upon him a different name in every different culture, state, and country. I've had a few different nicknames in my life. Some were funny. Some you could only say around me while you were running away. But Bigfoot. (which is my favorite name for him) Has well over the 50 names I could rattle off the tip of my tongue. Is it just the differences in language, locale, and culture that gives him so many different names? Or is it more his appearance and our varied reactions to it that creates them? Do I have to refer to each different name while I'm traveling? I mean, if I was in the Boggy Creek Swamps would I have to yell out. Holy S**t it's the Boggy Creek monster, everybody run? Who has time to get that out? He would be on us before I could even get the name out!  I think we would probably y...