BigFoot

BIGFOOT IS BACK!!!! THANK GOD! the true reason as to why so few people see bigfoot is that he is hiding from 2 mormon missionaries.

My uncle saw the lockness monster and he was a honest hard-working man, i don't care what any of you say their is definately something in the LOCK.

Just thinking about a letsrun hunting team just makes me laught can you just imagine the team, a bunch of skinny guys with guns and just complaining and lieing with every word that comes out of their mouths. I think we would have to send a troll aswell just to add a twist into the 'hunt bigfoot' story.

I am a skinny runner and have downed deer, elk, coyotes, quail, grouse, etc. . .Gutted and cleaned'em too. I believe Tim Broe is a fellow hunter too. Lets get together and kill the son of a bitch!

I once was hunting when I saw a Bigfoot sitting in a clearing. I was edging closer and closer about to shoot him down and prove to the world he exists, when I suddenly hear something. The thing is singing! Then I noticed the hunting bow propped up next to him. Damn, it was Ted Nugent. So I started tapping out a beat and singing harmony. Wouldn't you know, his bow is strung with guitar string! We jammed and sang for hours. We were in such a groove that I didn't even know what was happening and then when I fially looked around, we were surrounded by 8-foot-tall smelly hairy Big Foots. "My brothers," the Nuge says. "Welcome." Then he turns to me: "You must never harm my brothers." It was like he could see into my heart. And that, my friends, is the power of music.

Over spring break, I went on a trip through southeastern Oklahoma, a really beautiful area but also a somewhat (at times at least) backwards area... this is one of the main places where 'Oklahoma hillbillies' still reside. So, just before I took this trip, I came across an article in the main Oklahoma City newspaper, the Daily Oklahoman (http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_article.asp?id=449), which spoke of a place called 'Honobia' (pronounced by the locals as 'hoe-nub-e'), as one of the biggest Bigfoot sightings areas in the nation... I also found out that last year, in August of 2005, Honobia held their first annual 'Bigfoot festival!' In fact, I found a link that showed a clip of last years' festival (http://www.okvideoguy.com/bigfoot/), and it even offered copies of the video for sell (which I bought, and was freaking hilarious! Note: notice the old Indian man that points while tells his story... with only 3 fingers and a thumb... I'm curious as to how he lost that index finger!).

All of this peaked my interest, and so when I went through the area over spring break, I stopped by Honobia in the process and sat in on... the first annual "Oklahoma Bigfoot Research Organization!" It was one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed, and the guy leading it was the deputy sheriff of Leflore county, which is a neighboring county also in southeastern Oklahoma (interestingly enough though, that deputy who led the meeting was originally from California… which is fitting since the ‘granola bar state’ is where all the fruits, flakes, and nuts come from). Making a long story short, I heard some fascinating stories, met some very, very nice people (hillbillies need not always remind us of 'Deliverance'), and even got to stay the night in the Honobia community, where the festival takes place. I've told many of my friends about it, and this next October the 6th through the 8th, 2006, (http://www.geocities.com/honobiabigfootfestival/index.html), we are going to the festival just to check it out... and get some laughs.

smells like big foot's dick!

So I figure, why not believe... after looking at all of these posts on here, and checking out that bfe.net site--or whatever it was--I'm almost convinced that there is something out there. Maybe I'm forcing myself, but even if I am, its fun to think that there is a little mystery left in this world. I even showed all of this to my girlfriend, and now she can't even run in the woods anymore.

Maybe something is out there. Would we have found a carcass if they were really reclusive?... it's not like palentoligists are tearing up the northwest looking for fossils.

So keep the posts coming y'all, if nothing else, it is good reading.

Have there been any Big Foot sightings in the south eastern part of the country? I have never heard of any but I'm not really up on that topic. I find this topic and all other unexplained things interesting.

Yo Momma has the biggest feet that your big toe has been mistaken for a penis.

to "ok bigfoot":

you write like a hillbilly. don't pretend you're any better than those hardworking folks that you're making fun of.

Hey "Terrified on the Trail"

Find where you were on an Oregon DeLorme Gazetter Map and show us where exactly the road and trails are.

If you are not bullshitting...

I am definitely curious about this.

(I am a Portlander as well..)

I saw him again.

It looks like you put a lot of thought into your response...however, I bet you're probably the only one that found it to be amusing...

If they really wanted to find BigFoot (if he exists), couldn't they use some kind of infra-red technology to track him? This is assuming they have a small enough search area, such as this forest that the original poster described. It honestly doesn't seem like it would be that hard to do, but I'm not too familiar with tracking technology. Anyone know anything about this?

I'm sure plenty of people would fund it, as well. I mean, Cornell's Lab of Ornithology got several million dollars in donations to find the ivory billed woodpecker. If they feel like they can find ONE tiny bird, I feel like finding something larger than a gorilla wouldn't be extraordinarily difficult.

This is a weird one ...

I was inside talking on the phone one night back in 1986 - this was in a residential area of one of the biggest cities in the country - when I heard the most unearthly growl I've ever heard outside of a Hollywood werewolf movie, and it was coming from the back porch. The back door was open but the screen door was shut. It was loud enough that the chap on the other end of the phone was scared by it. I didn't get up to investigate, and I came to the conclusion that somebody must have made a recording and was pulling a prank on me, although I listened carefully for footsteps and didn't hear any. Nor did I hear any of the background white noise that a typical recorder would have had if it was played that loud. But I can't imagine what else it could have been. It was impossibly deeper than any dog's growl, more like a bear but more snarling than even a bear would be. It sounded exactly like the growl made by the beast in "An American Werewolf In London" and it was clearly coming from about three feet off the ground.

I never did find out who or what it was. I'm still guessing it was a very realistically-done prank of some sort. Either that or an actual animal had escaped from a zoo and was roaming around people's back yards in a city of over a million people. I have seen a coyote trotting down a residential street before, but this growl was much deeper than a coyote could muster.

It brings to mind the story of the "Bray Road Beast," a supposed werewolf in rural Wisconsin. Legends like that probably have some basis in fact. Maybe somebody heard a wild animal's growl or saw an unfamiliar, out of the ordinary animal and let their imagination fill in the gaps. Then hoaxers hear the reports and join in on the fun to add fuel to the mystery.

Anybody ever have an encounter with the "Bray Road Beast" or anything they could imagine to be a "werewolf"?

Rhysha wrote:

Have there been any Big Foot sightings in the south eastern part of the country?

Florida has the "skunk ape" which supposedly lives in the swamps. As you might guess, most reports turn out to be hoaxes. A fairly convincing picture sent to cryptozoologist Loren Coleman several years ago turned out to be of a somewhat out-of-focus orangutan.

Was getting ready for my freshman year of college cross-country. A hot July night in 1975. Was about a mile from home on a 8M loop course that I had run several hundred times before.

Out of the shadows, in front of Nelsons Funeral Home, a hairy ape of a man leaped out of the bushes and tackled me in the parkway between sidewalk and street. Before I knew what hit me, the beast had me in a leg scissors while straddling my face.

"Wanna go to my house and party? Smoke some joints?" the beast asked in a lispy voice.

"I don't do that kind of stuff," I said, looking up at the beast fearfully.

There was a brief pause. I didn't have time to think about whether the beast had followed me, or stalked me, or whether the nearest parked car on the dark street was his.

I was wiry and squirmy in those days. Somehow, I squirmed out from under the guy and got the guy on his back with my knee in his Adam's apple.

"What did you tackle me for?" I asked the hairy ape.

Before the animal could answer, I was off running like the proverbial lightning bolt.

I never told anyone, including my parents, about my encounter that night.

In 1978, Big Foot was arrested for killing 33 boys who were approximately my age back then. He lived on Sunnyside Avenue in Chicago, less than three miles from where my encounter with the hairy animal took place.

Once Big Foot's mugshot appeared in the media, it all came back to me. It can be said that I was one of the very few boys from the 1970's who had an encounter with Big Foot who lived to tell the story. I was very lucky that night.

hey - "very old guy" did you go to loyola?